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RN.Khadija🩺 :

چەند سەعاتێک پێش ئێستا زیندووبوو کەس فکریشی لۆ نەدەچوو بمری بەڵام ئەوە پەیامەکە لۆ ئێمە کە مردن کات و ساتی نیە چیت ئامادەکردووە بۆ قیامەت؟ ئەی مرۆڤ چی وای کردووە لەخودات غافل بی ؟ 💔

2026-08-29 23:01:19

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Bzhar nasser :

کامە گۆڕستانە

2026-08-29 22:34:34

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. :

بەچی مرد

2026-08-29 23:41:05

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Ahmad_Shaqlaua :

وەڵا پیاوەکی باش بو ئیشاالە جێو مەکانی بە هەشت دەبێت 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻♥️♥️♥️🥹🥹🥹🥹

2026-08-29 23:59:09

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دونیا :

بەداخەوە🥺

2026-08-29 22:31:37

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blbas1_ :

جێگای بەهەشتە انشاللە🥹💔

2026-08-30 07:26:07

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Reben wrya barznji :

إِِنَــا لِلَـهِ وَإِنَــا إِِلَـيْهِ رَاجِـعُـونَ

2026-08-29 22:53:02

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Shadan A. Sahed :

بە ج مردیە؟

2026-08-30 00:40:29

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pamoka🖤 :

انا لله وانا لله راجعون💔

2026-08-29 23:20:41

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🤍Darin Corolla2024✈️🤍 :

کۆڤاند

2026-08-30 08:02:59

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♥𝕊̌𝕦̂𝕝𝕝𝕥𝕒̂𝕟♥ :

مردن کات و ساتێ نیە😭

2026-08-29 23:48:33

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A B D U L L A H :

انا اللە واناالیە راجعون

2026-08-30 02:17:24

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محمد زراری بۆدابە شکردنی مۆتە :

خودا لی خۆش بیت جیومە کانی بە هه شتە ئنشااللە

2026-08-29 22:56:46

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خۆشـــــــــناو🖤 :

ئــــــــــای مردن کو بێ ئاگاینە لێت 😔

2026-08-30 00:40:35

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m124567890 :

2026-08-30 00:31:24

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erbill.00 :

@erbill.00: خوای گەورە لێی خۆشبێت و خوا بەهەشتە خۆشەکەی بە نسیب بکات یاربی سەبوری خێزان و مناڵەکانی بدات یاربی مردن کات و ساتی نازانی مردن نازانی ئەوە بچوکە یان گەورە کە هات تەواو دەبێت ئێمە خۆمان ئامادە بکەین ئەمڕۆ لەو بوو بەیانی مردن لۆمەیە ئەوجە خودا مردنی داینایە کە ئێمە تاقی بکاتەوە لە سەبر و ئارامی و بگەڕێنەوە سەر ڕێگای ڕاست لۆ ئەوەی مردنمان هەموو دەمێ بەبیر دێنێتەوە مردن لە دەماری ملمانە دووبارە داوا کارم لە خوای گەورە لێ خۆشبێت و بەهەشتی پان و بەرینی شاد بکات یاربی

2026-08-30 01:14:12

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فسقی🥸 :

هیچی من نیە و کەسی نزیکم نییە وەک هەموو کەس لەتەمەنێکی مناڵیا بینیوومە کە ڤیدۆی کۆمیدی کردووە لەگەڵ کۆڕش بەس زۆر زۆر بۆی بێتاقەت و دڵتەنگ بووم وەک بڵێی کەسێکی نزیکی خۆم بێت خوای گەورەلێی خۆشبێت و سەبووری عایلەی بات تەمەنی درێژی بۆ دوو پەپولەکەی بێت💔

2026-08-30 01:11:51

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leo/💜لیۆ :

ان لله وان اليه راجعون كل نفس ذائقة والموت الطبلاوي

2026-08-29 23:52:51

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دونیا :

جێگای فیردەوسی احلابێت ان شاءالله 🤲🏻 إنا الله و إنا إليه راجعون🥺

2026-08-29 22:30:28

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