lol and that’s the face i make too
I love you as well
|Anonyme: Assalamu alaykum dear. Don't forget you are loved by a great number of people and by me. I love you for the sake of Allah <3|
wa aleykum selam wa rahmatullahi <3 may Allah SWT love you even more. but i think peacefulrays and niqabiimuslimah need these words more than i do, please go spread some love their way if you can, in shaa Allah <3
Ahaha :D you’ve got swag!! Atta Gurl! ♥
|Anonyme: if i come off anon will you keep it private|
sure buddy, why so scared?
|Anonyme: answer the question you have many isis posts|
im sorry you seem to have me confused with someone who takes orders
yeah ok you know when an ambulance has its sirens on and is blaring its horn trying to get all the knuckleheads in traffic to GET OUT OF THE WAY because they’re trying to save someone’s life here, and all the idiots DON’T MOVE THEIR CARS?
well i wouldn’t put up with that.
this would be me driving an ambulance.
For what I do, three (or more) countries within a week is considered normal now. It’s very taxing. I find myself falling asleep pretty much anywhere these days, like in the car or on the floor and every other place you could possibly think of. It all makes me exhausted. Thankfully, one thing that doesn’t contribute to my tiredness is worry over my own safety. When I travel, when I am the guest of a nation, the use of their military is always offered for my protection. A gesture like that is to be regarded in very high esteem, but I…. I always refuse. I feel bad, but not bad enough to give up what I already know works better than anything else: mercenaries.
When you are going somewhere with military personnel, they are, from the soles of their boots to the camouflage-covered helmets on their heads, bound to serve a nation. Not you. They will act according to the words upon which their country was built, not the contract you typed up in a makeshift office a week ago. They will respect other government figures, especially those in positions of authority. They don’t care where you stand in an unrelated hierarchy. When you step outside behind them, you’re but a burden upon a mission that will continue with or without you still breathing.
Mercenaries are entirely different. They are paid, paid quite handsomely, per job. It’s a simple job, too: keep your client alive. Mine do it very well. They aren’t encumbered by international protocols that trap the unhappy, conscripted guards placed at your side. They don’t have to respect anyone. In their minds: if it’s legal - do it, if it’s not - just don’t get caught. To ensure their client’s safety, they will make up their own rules, play the cards they’re dealt, and if need be, take the winning hand by force.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Source : al-amriki)
|Anonyme: I have seen ur post. A picture there is a girl with a pink baloon. Hmmmm... did u know...? No happy bithday in Islam... Cause Rosulullah never teach us about that.. Syukron ☺|
Ohooo boy did you pick the wrong day. I’m not in a good mood. At all.
There is no happy birthday in Islam, exactly! I reblogged a picture of a woman holding a pink balloon simply because I love balloons. I would’ve reblogged it anyway without the words. But “happy birthday” does not mean you want people to worship you, it does not mean you think highly of yourself, it does not mean that you have suddenly become a kafir, and it does not mean that you have to celebrate the anniversary of your birth (most people don’t care and they treat it like it’s another day). “Happy birthday” just means you’re a year older. Alhamdoulillah. Yay you’re not dead. End of story.
No problem. ☺
|Anonyme: No need to be angry about it. I only just found out myself. I'm just trying to let everyone know. Please spread this as much as you can. Jazakallah (It's sister btw :))|
Well I am angry, obvs this was a wrong thing yet people let me do it when I had no knowledge of my mistake and now look really dumb.
Wa iyaki, thank you again sis <3