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saeed_q0
سعيد :
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم ❣️
2026-06-26 06:39:37
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mohamee2030
محمد :
لا إله إلا الله وحده لا شريك له له الملك وله الحمد وهو على كل شيء قدير
2026-06-26 12:25:20
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a_ie99
ع ' :
سبحان الله وبحمده عدد خلقه ورضا نفسه وزنه عرشه ومداد كلماته
2026-07-12 08:02:33
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thekra_88
ذكرىٰ 🕯️. :
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم 🤎.
2026-06-26 06:26:37
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1h2if0
h2if :
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم
2026-06-30 02:56:09
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tahanihassan32
Tahani🤍🇸🇦 :
لااله إلا أنت سبحانك اني كنت من الظالمين
2026-07-05 16:08:07
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itsm1866
💗 :
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم
2026-06-29 07:44:05
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5ii_n1
استغفر الله العظيم و اتوب اليه :
2026-07-03 02:11:24
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mohamee2030
محمد :
سبحان الله وبحمده سبحان الله العظيم
2026-06-26 12:25:00
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mohamee2030
محمد :
اللهم صل وسلم وبارك على نبينا محمد
2026-06-26 12:25:31
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mohamee2030
محمد :
الحمدالله
2026-06-26 12:25:06
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7_wlll
Wllo :
لا اله الا انت سبحانك اني كنت من الظالمين
2026-06-26 10:03:44
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riiil273
riiil :
سبحان الله وبحمده - سبحان الله العظيم ❤️
2026-06-30 20:43:28
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💔 No one warned me that giving birth wouldn’t end when I heard my baby cry. I thought the worst part was over. Hours of contractions. Pain that felt like it was splitting me in two. Pushing until my body had nothing left to give. And then… I heard my baby cry. That sound changed everything. Relief. Tears. Shaking. Exhausted. Empty. Alive. I remember thinking: “It’s over. I made it.” But it wasn’t over. What happened next was a kind of pain almost no one talks about. While everyone gathered around my baby—and of course they did, because my baby was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—I was still lying there. Exposed. Shaking. Bleeding. Completely vulnerable. Then the stitching began. I felt the first stitch like a bolt of lightning through my body. It wasn’t the pain of a contraction. It wasn’t the pressure of pushing. It was sharp. Deep. Raw. As though my body were being torn open all over again—except this time, everyone expected me to stay quiet. I told them I could feel it. But no one stopped. So I gripped the bed until my fingers went numb. I clenched my teeth. I tried to breathe through it. Because my baby was right beside me… and I didn’t want the first sound they heard from their mother to be a scream. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone was smiling. Everyone kept saying: “How beautiful.” And inside, I was falling apart. No one talks enough about the burning afterward. The swelling. The stitches. The fear of sitting down. The pain of standing up. The feeling that your body has survived a battle while the entire room has already moved on. That is one of the invisible wounds of childbirth. People see the baby. They don’t always see the mother who is still bleeding, shaking and trying to understand what just happened to her. And yes, I looked at my baby and felt a love bigger than anything I had ever known. But loving my baby did not erase my pain. Being grateful for my child did not mean I had to be grateful for the way I was treated. Both things can be true: 💛 My baby was worth everything. 💔 And I still deserved to be heard, believed and treated with compassion. Birth trauma does not make you ungrateful. Talking about what happened does not make you weak. And loving your baby does not mean you have to remain silent about the pain no one else could see. If you experienced that “silent pain” after giving birth, you are not alone. this post for educational purposes only #education
💔 No one warned me that giving birth wouldn’t end when I heard my baby cry. I thought the worst part was over. Hours of contractions. Pain that felt like it was splitting me in two. Pushing until my body had nothing left to give. And then… I heard my baby cry. That sound changed everything. Relief. Tears. Shaking. Exhausted. Empty. Alive. I remember thinking: “It’s over. I made it.” But it wasn’t over. What happened next was a kind of pain almost no one talks about. While everyone gathered around my baby—and of course they did, because my baby was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—I was still lying there. Exposed. Shaking. Bleeding. Completely vulnerable. Then the stitching began. I felt the first stitch like a bolt of lightning through my body. It wasn’t the pain of a contraction. It wasn’t the pressure of pushing. It was sharp. Deep. Raw. As though my body were being torn open all over again—except this time, everyone expected me to stay quiet. I told them I could feel it. But no one stopped. So I gripped the bed until my fingers went numb. I clenched my teeth. I tried to breathe through it. Because my baby was right beside me… and I didn’t want the first sound they heard from their mother to be a scream. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone was smiling. Everyone kept saying: “How beautiful.” And inside, I was falling apart. No one talks enough about the burning afterward. The swelling. The stitches. The fear of sitting down. The pain of standing up. The feeling that your body has survived a battle while the entire room has already moved on. That is one of the invisible wounds of childbirth. People see the baby. They don’t always see the mother who is still bleeding, shaking and trying to understand what just happened to her. And yes, I looked at my baby and felt a love bigger than anything I had ever known. But loving my baby did not erase my pain. Being grateful for my child did not mean I had to be grateful for the way I was treated. Both things can be true: 💛 My baby was worth everything. 💔 And I still deserved to be heard, believed and treated with compassion. Birth trauma does not make you ungrateful. Talking about what happened does not make you weak. And loving your baby does not mean you have to remain silent about the pain no one else could see. If you experienced that “silent pain” after giving birth, you are not alone. this post for educational purposes only #education

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