Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Facebook love

You found him in facebook:
You check his Profile picture.
He is handsome.
He inboxed you.
You reply, all excited.
You'll want 2 hook up.
You set a date.
You dress up that Legging With No underwear.
Smelling good.
You put on a make up- fresh breath and new weave.
He takes you 4 lunch @Serena Hotel.
He Takes you for - Drinks At Java.
You two have a good time.
He rubs your hand,
Makes you laugh,
Gives you looks and smiles.
You stupidly fall in love.
It's like you've known him Forever.
He takes you to his apartment.
He makes you feel comfortable and lays u on his bed.
Kiss you passionately.
You love his aggression, strength, power and you give in.
It feels good.
You know it's wrong, but it feels good.
You ask for protection, he says it's too late.
You obey and don't disturb.
He says he loves you and you don't hesitate to say you love him too. He hits it nice and slow
After, he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
He helps you drink it, ooohh man.
You feel special.
"He must be the one" you think to yourself:). 
You get dressed.
He takes you to the taxi park.
He kisses you on the cheeks and says
"I had a great time,"
Gives You cash. 
You smile and say.
"See you tomorrow babe."
He stays silent.
Your taxi drives away,
In the taxi u can't stop smiling.
You get home and inbox him that you got home safe.
He is online, but doesn't reply.
It's unlike him, so you inbox him again.
He doesn't respond.
Minutes later you can't find him on ur friend list.
HE BLOCKED YOU.
Days, weeks, months passes by.
You start feeling sick, weak, loose weight, act strange with sores in your mouth.
You go to the clinic.
Get tested.
Minutes later,
Nurse walks in."I'm sorry. You're HIV Positive and Pregnant!"
".HOW ?"
You don't understand.
Reality hits you.
You walk home.
Scared.
Confused.
You go to the bus stop.
You lay, hopeless, emotionless.
You see death coming nearer.
You look into the sky & mumble a prayer.
That's the end of you.
Don't be that girl!!!Live well. Stop Chasing Material Things. Stop chasing SPONSORS!!
Be A Girl You Want Your Daughter To Be!
TO ALL THE LADIES.
LIVE A LIFE
NOT A LIE.
 đŸ™‚
 #SPREAD_THE_NEWS

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

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Saturday, November 9, 2019

Shopping with Wife

Every year I face the same adversity. I don't know how to circumvent this. Today, I went for Eid shopping with my wife. The sun was scaring me, but my wife was even more scarier. So I decided to face the sun. I mustered up courage to go out. 

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Shop 1. Wife to shopkeeper :- Bhayya, show me some latest Salwar collections. 
Me :- 😊😊

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Shop 2. Wife to shopkeeper : Same design, but show me any other color, please. 
Me :- 😊🙂

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Shop 3. Wife to shopkeeper : Any designer piece in plazo?
Me :- 😑🙁

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Shop 4. Wife to shopkeeper : This suit is nice, but 'dupatta' is not matching. Show me something elegant, bhayya! 
Me :- 😑😕

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Shop 5. Wife to shopkeeper : This is very casual wear. Bhayya, show me for some party wear.
Me :- 😑😠

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Shop 6. Wife to shopkeeper : This kurti is nice, but legging's color is dull. Any other variety of 'chudidar'? 
Me :- đŸ˜ đŸ˜Ŗ

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Wife to me:- Next time, you please don't take me to all these shops. None of them has any latest collection. Let's plan for Sunday somewhere else. 
Me :- đŸ˜ĨđŸ˜ĸ

Requesting all my married friends to have 'dua' for me! 🙏

Thursday, October 17, 2019

I decided to tease my wife in my first night. But it's backfired badly..

Iss kahani mein istemal kiye gaye sabhi patra aur ghatnayein kalpanic hain. Ye kisi bhi prakar se sach se sambandhit nahi lakhta, chahe vo jeevit ya mrit ho. Agar aisa hota hai to ye matra sanyog kaha jayega. ---------------Author



she enter in to the room and sat down beside me.
Me: I want to confess one thing to you.
She: I am listening
Me: I am gay.
I am expecting huge reactions in her face. But she didn't reacted as I expected.
She: why didn't you told me this before our marriage.
I am thinking inside. Whether I am said I'm gay or something else. Why she didn't even reacting.
Me: I told about this to parents. But they didn't listen to me. They said I'm ok once marriage done.
Still i didn't see any reactions on her face.
She: ohhh that's ok
I didn't expected that reaction on her face.
Me: what are you ok with this? Are you understand what I said?
She : ya you are a gay and I'm ok with.
Next few minutes I am in fully blank mode. After few minutes
She: I want to also confess something to you.
I'm in different state of mind. So didn't listen what she said
She: again I want to also confess something to you.
Me: tell me
She: I'm also homosexual
Me: whatttttt?
Me: I'm a lesbian.
After listening those words. I think two or three
volcano explosion happen inside me. Now I understand why she didn't reacted.
Me (with angry tone ): why didn't you told me this before.
She: like your parents, my parents also didn't listen to me. They also said I'm ok once marriage done.
I don't know how to react to this. So many thoughts running inside my mind.
She: why your face is turning into red ?
Me( with angry voice): why you & you parents ruined my life.
She: why you reacting like this. You also gay. You also didn't said anything about your sextuality before marriage. Then why you overreacting now.
Me : I'm kidding and I want to tease you. That's why I told I'm gay. But I'm not gay.
She : ME TOO
Me( confusionly): what you mean ME TOO?
she( with laughing face): I know sweetheart, you are not a gay. You want to play game with me. So, I decided to make this game more interesting. What's why I said I'm a lasbian.
I can't explain how much relief I felt that time.
Me: so you not a lasbian right?
She: yes sweetheart:-))& you will know that before ending this night.
At moment onwards I never try to tease my wife.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

A Girlfriend Had Invited Her Boyfriend To Her Home To Meet Her Parents. (Funny Story)

A Girlfriend Had Invited Her Boyfriend To Her Home To Meet Her Parents. (Funny Story)

After an evening, a guy brings his girlfriend home, in a very upscale neighborhood. 
They are about to kiss each other to say good night outside the front door, when the guy starts to feel excited. 
With a confident air, he leans toward her with a smile, a hand placed on the wall, and says:

  • Honey, would you make me a pipe? 
    Horrified, she answers:
  • Are you sick? My parents could see us!
  • Oh go! Who will see us at this time? he asks in an already breathless voice.
  • No Please. Do you imagine if we are caught? The daughter of the local judge must be exemplary!
  • Oooh go! There's nobody around, they're all asleep.
  • NO WAY. It's too risky !.
  • Oooh please, please, I love you so much? ! ?
  • No, no and no. I love you too, but I can not ! 
    "I beg you!" 
    "Give me one good reason," she said. 
    The young man then launches into a passionate argument of ten good minutes on the needs and impulses masculine, of a voice more and more raucous. 
    Suddenly, the light on the stairs comes on, and the older sister of the girl appears in pajamas, hair in battle, eyes puffy, and announces them in a sleepy voice:
  • Dad told me to to say either you make him his pipe, or it's me who makes him his pipe. When needed, Mom says that she can go down and do it herself. But for pity, tell him to

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Righteous wife, a blessing of Allah

Like most guys at 25 I just wanted to get married even though I didn't have two pennies to rub together, times were really tuff for me back then.

It's been around 6 years since I got married. My wife came from a very wealthy background mashallah, I however did not.

My wife was very understanding with regards to this and wanted to marry me regardless. Alhamdulliah I got married in East London at a cost of £500.

We arrived back to my parents house where we stayed for the next 2 years. As I mentioned earlier I had very little to my name, I couldn't afford a bed to sleep on, and I was stubborn to ask my parents for help.

My brother had a spare used mattress which we decided to sleep on, their wasn't a night i wouldn't complain about the springs pressing into my back.

My wife fell pregnant shortly after marriage, the 9 months was especially hard for her as the mattress was very uncomfortable. She would never complain though, but I knew if it was hurting me, it was killing her. I remember close to her due date, we both couldn't sleep due to our back pain, I remember her saying, 'In shaa Allah after Rumaisa our situation will change, she will come with her rizq and so will her siblings..' My sunflower Rumaisa was born and soon after my fortunates started to change literally overnight. My business started to do well, I brought a bed and then had enough money to finally move out.

A year later, Hafsah was born, prior to her birth I started another business, that too started to do really well. Maa shaa' Allah

And then 2 years later, Ibraheem was born and he too came with his rizq in the form of a 3rd business. Maa shaa' Allah

Why I shared this story???? Continued in the comments...

Second wife, by a Muslim sister part-1


By: A Muslim Sister "Second wife! The words reverberated through my brain. Why? Am I not good enough? Never! I will never accept a second wife! If you want a second wife you can go out and get one as long as you know that I will not be here when you come back!

Those were my words to my husband a few years ago when he mentioned to me that he is intending to marry again a second time. It was a woman recently divorced, 4 children. She is having a hard time, he said, she don't know where the next meal is coming from or how to provide adequately for her children. "Where is their father?" I asked, "Can't he take care of his own kids? Why do you a strange man have to carry another man's burden? Surely there are other ways that you can help her out financially without having to MARRY her!

I could not imagine myself in a plural marriage. Sharing my husband with another woman. Sharing his love, his smiles, his jokes with a woman other than myself. I could not fathom him holding her close and whispering loving words in her ears. It was unacceptable. An outrage. After all I have been to him. Wife, lover, mother, doctor, housekeeper. I raised 3 of his beautiful children. How can he insult me by marrying another woman as if I am not good enough? Not pretty enough. Not young enough or just plain not ENOUGH!

NO! I could not accept that and I vehemently made my stance clear to him. If she walks in, I walk out! Plain and simple. If he is willing to risk our marriage, our life, our children for another woman, then he must go ahead. I will not stand for it!

It all seems so many years ago now. When I thought that life would last forever and that nothing will ever change. But it did…. My husband did not get married to a second wife. After all my warnings and threats of leaving he abandoned the idea. I don't know what happened to the women and children. My guess is that they moved on to another town.

He never mentioned a second wife again and I was happy with that. I managed to hang on to my husband but I didn't know that our time was running out.

His last words to me were that he had a headache and is going to lie down till Isha. 
Continued.... 👇👇👇