@15111766no: علموابناءكم الصلاه والمحافظة عليها

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zakarie331
زكريا :
ربي اجعلني مقيم الصلاة ومن ذريتي
2025-12-16 12:27:33
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livetsblomst2
الوفاااء :
اخ لاقصرت ولاشي... الاب لمقصر
2026-01-25 18:44:36
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meromero1026
مروة :
ربي اجعلني مقيمة للصلاة و من ذريتي ربنا و تقبل دعاء
2025-12-16 18:40:38
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ali1980am
وتمضي الأيام 🦋 :
رب اجعلني مقيم الصلاة ومن ذريتي ربنا وتقبل دعاء
2026-01-02 13:12:09
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user60290282334625
زهرة الليلك :
ربي اجعلني مقيم الصلاه ومن ذريتي ربي تقبل دعاء اللهم صل وسلم وبارك على سيدنا محمد 🤲
2026-01-03 21:14:37
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user3513923432030
𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐝 :
اللهم صل وسلم على نبينا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه أجمعين. رب اجعلني مقيم الصلاة ومن ذريتي
2026-01-03 16:00:07
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dy4u8y38vxeu
Zeyady38vxeu :
رب اجعلني مقيم الصلاة ومن ذريتى ربنا تقبل دهاء
2026-01-03 22:51:58
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omaliba
user1460110095286 :
اشهد الا اله الا الله واشهد ان محمدا رسول الله
2026-01-02 08:08:50
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rasoolmohammed879
وتمضي الايام :
شيخ واذا ننصحهم ونعلمهم وهما ما يصلون شلون ؟
2026-01-02 15:37:34
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6_arip
( نِوٌر آلَأسِلَآمً ) :
اللهم ارزق اولادنا حب الصلاة وثبتهم عليها🤲
2026-01-03 19:50:37
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derya284o
Akdeniz :
اللهم اعنا على ذكرك وشكرك وحسن عبادتك
2026-01-03 20:32:24
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mam.maram3
khouloud :
استغفر الله واتوب اليه
2026-01-03 21:04:15
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user9691182253901
مؤمن الهمالي :
ماشاءالله الله يبارك ولدي يصلي وهو عمره 5سنوات ويحفط سورة الفاتحة الحمد الله وبارك الله فيك ياشيخ
2026-01-18 20:24:00
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ftoom24s
ftoom 24 :
2025-12-21 11:15:06
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aamuser337413725
@AHMAD₩ :
اللهم اغفر لي ولوالدي وللمؤمنين والمؤمنات يوم يقوم الحساب🤲اللهم آمين يارب العالمين
2026-01-16 08:14:58
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qahshuu707
علاوي عسيري :
لاحوال ولاقوات لابالعلي العظبم وتواب اليه
2025-12-12 03:48:55
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ahm___ad_syr
,꧁✦سبحان الله العظيم✦꧂ :
ربي اجعلني مقيم الصلاة ومن زريتي ربنا وتقبل دعأء عليه الصلاة وسلام
2026-01-03 17:02:05
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derya284o
Akdeniz :
الحمدلله دائماً وابدا
2026-01-03 20:32:48
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15111766mhm
Quran a prayer :
اللهم اصلح اولاد وبنات المسلمين
2026-07-18 15:44:46
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areejmohammed25
areej :
لو قال صليت وانا ماشفته وش الحل؟! ولو نايم ومارضي يصحى وش الحل؟!
2025-12-16 04:50:44
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booooo084
Nooohh :
ابني كان من عنره ست سنوات ويروح يصلي بالمسجد بس بعد عمر العشر تعبني الله يحفظه ويهديها بالعافيه يصلي لازم كل شوي اكلمه
2025-12-14 06:35:49
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amal.ibiza
rayhana🦋 :
ربي اجعلني مقيمة الصلاة ومن ذريتي ربنا تقبل الدعاء
2026-01-13 19:16:35
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yourstyleisbetterthanus2
كريمه :
😭😭😭
2026-01-23 23:57:58
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aboutyoussef21
Mohammad :
😳😳😳
2026-01-23 00:49:11
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Oh, the goldness of gold, the way it whispers to sleepy daffodils and tickles the edges of forgotten spoons, a soft and buttery hum that lives inside the sun’s pajama pocket, spilling out in ribbons of honey light whenever a kitten sneezes near a buttercup, because gold is not really a color but a gentle sneaky feeling that tiptoes through the crust of freshly baked bread and hides in the fuzz of a baby chick, it giggles in the clink of a tiny bell on a velvet ribbon and smears itself like warm apricot jam across the eyelids of afternoon, and if you listen very carefully you can hear gold purring inside a marigold at dawn, a tiny engine of shimmer and nonsense, it is the flavor of a harp string plucked by a drowsy bumblebee, the smell of a newly unwrapped crayon that has never once drawn a straight line because it prefers curlicues and the doodles of daydreaming clouds, gold is the cozy static of a radio tuned to the frequency of a setting sun’s last sigh, it dances on the tips of eyelashes and makes sandwiches out of glitter and old-fashioned lullabies, and once upon a time a little goldfish blew a bubble that floated all the way up and became the gilt edge on a storybook that only opens when the moon is humming a tune made of melted caramel and starlight, the soft crunch of a golden Oreo does not taste like chocolate, it tastes like the concept of a wink from a friendly statue in a forgotten park, gold is the thread that sews sleepy slippers onto the paws of mice who are late for a tea party inside a pocket watch, it dusts the noses of lion cubs with powdered sugar courage and sprinkles a little bit of "perhaps" into every puddle that reflects a streetlamp, and the fluff of a golden retriever’s ear is just solid sunshine that forgot to go home, so it stayed and learned how to wag, gold is the sound that a spoon makes when it falls into a bowl of custard and dreams are stirred in circles, clockwise, always clockwise, while a choir of toasted marshmallows hums in the key of butter, because butter is gold’s more relaxed cousin who wears slippers and tells bedtime stories about cinnamon, and if you take a magnifying glass to a single grain of sand at the exact moment the tide tickles it, you will see a tiny brass band playing a fanfare for a hermit crab who just found a particularly shiny piece of nothing, which is actually the most precious thing imaginable, woven from the memory of honeybees laughing, and the whole universe, in its infinite pajama-clad glory, is just a colossal golden retriever puppy rolling onto its back for a belly rub made of photons, while somewhere in the distance a teapot with a gold rim whistles a song that doesn’t make sense but feels exactly like the inside of a hug, and the honey drips slow, slow, slow, as if time itself has decided to take a nap under a blanket of pollen and croissants, and gold is simply the smile of a morning that hasn't quite woken up yet but is already stretching its buttery arms around the whole delightful, meaningless, perfect world.

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