@ayasabry687: #انت _و _صحبك#😂

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hmadamohamed00
aya mohamad :
حصل🤣🤣
2026-04-11 17:14:12
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user3719313693847
گ🥹🥹 :
انا🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
2026-06-23 14:32:56
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🐺ابــــوســــامـــــح💯🫆🏅 :
حصل والله 😂😂
2026-04-03 22:54:14
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ghazl.azzam
Ghazl Azzam :
احنا مبنعملش حاجه غير مع بعض 😅😁
2026-06-03 15:27:03
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anaswaheed50
👻𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶🥷 :
انا وي مازن
2026-06-08 09:22:11
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قمر 🌕♥ :
انا وصحبتي كده 😂
2026-06-10 16:22:27
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JomanaFayk :
انت عندك حق والله 😂😂😂
2026-04-03 20:22:56
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vision 💞 :
صح والله
2026-04-03 16:40:02
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Ahmed Ayman :
والله العظيم عندك حق 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
2026-04-13 21:00:16
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doniawaheed62
🦌el dooda🦌 :
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2026-04-09 22:17:10
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moaaz mohamed :
هههههههههههههههههههه
2026-04-04 20:43:38
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user402849986167
user402849986167 :
صح والله العظيم
2026-04-12 12:41:48
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ريان :
👍😂😂😂😂😂😂😂ايه ولله
2026-04-11 12:19:53
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fofa._.manosha
🥰FoFa 🥰💗 :
والله حصل 😂
2026-04-11 16:39:30
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يوسف حمامو :
ممكن نتعرف
2026-04-09 20:51:48
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yulin.rady
Yulin Rady :
😁😁😁😁صح من شويه كنت بصلي مع صحبتي و يا رتني ما صليت معاها و إعنا فوق بعض😁
2026-04-14 20:50:26
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2026-04-03 20:22:36
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2026-04-09 08:42:24
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جني جمال :
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2026-04-03 11:25:57
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2026-06-21 17:44:40
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دودة (حبيبه نفسها)✨💗. :
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2026-06-28 11:54:32
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There is a friendship in Scripture that we do not sit with long enough.  The paralysed man in Mark Chapter 2.  He cannot walk himself into the presence of Christ. He cannot fight through the crowd. He cannot even stand. And because he cannot carry himself, his friends carry him.  Before we witness the miracle, we witness brotherhood.  See, the friends do not send him a verse and leave him where he lies. They do not shout encouragement from a safe distance or promise that they will remember him in prayer. Prayer is holy, but on this day they choose something equally sacred.  They bend their backs beneath the weight of another man. They become legs for one whose own have failed him.  Love, here, has shoulders.  When they arrive, the house is overflowing. Every doorway is blocked. Every window crowded.  If there was ever a moment to say,
There is a friendship in Scripture that we do not sit with long enough. The paralysed man in Mark Chapter 2. He cannot walk himself into the presence of Christ. He cannot fight through the crowd. He cannot even stand. And because he cannot carry himself, his friends carry him. Before we witness the miracle, we witness brotherhood. See, the friends do not send him a verse and leave him where he lies. They do not shout encouragement from a safe distance or promise that they will remember him in prayer. Prayer is holy, but on this day they choose something equally sacred. They bend their backs beneath the weight of another man. They become legs for one whose own have failed him. Love, here, has shoulders. When they arrive, the house is overflowing. Every doorway is blocked. Every window crowded. If there was ever a moment to say, "We tried," this was it. Most friendships would have ended at the front door. After all, they had done enough. No one would have blamed them for turning back. But love has a peculiar stubbornness. It refuses to accept that a closed door means a closed heaven. So they climb onto the roof. They tear through another man's ceiling. They interrupt the sermon. They lower their brother into the presence of Jesus. There are moments when mercy is willing to make a mess before it makes a miracle. I often wonder what it felt like to be the man on that mat. To be carried as a grown man. To feel the helplessness of needing four other men to do what you once did for yourself. There is a quiet humiliation in that. Pride dies long before paralysis does. Yet there he is, suspended between earth and heaven, being lowered not by ropes alone, but by love that refused to leave him behind. Then comes one of the most breathtaking sentences in all of Scripture. "When Jesus saw their faith..." Not his faith. Theirs. Their faith became the bridge over which mercy walked into another man's life. To me, it is one of the quiet mysteries of God that He sometimes answers the faith surrounding a broken man before He answers the faith within him. Perhaps that is why some friendships feel heaven-sent. There are seasons when a man is too weary to believe. Too ashamed to pray. Too heartbroken to explain himself. He still goes to work. Still answers messages. Still says, "I'm alright." But inwardly he has become like the man on the mat—unable to move toward the life he longs for. In those moments, God often sends brothers before He sends breakthroughs. That is why I have learnt never to despise the man who keeps inviting me out. "Come, let us eat." "Come, let's take a drive." "Come, sit with us." "Order a drink, I will take care of that" It sounds ordinary until you realise he is quietly refusing to let sorrow become your permanent address. He asks nothing from you except that you do not disappear into loneliness. Years later, you may discover those invitations were never about food, coffee or conversation rather,  roofs being opened over your life. They were quiet acts of intercession disguised as friendship. They were God carrying you through the hands of ordinary men, until one day you found yourself standing again.

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