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Is it really a big issue to be a girl from broken family..??? 😅😅
Maybe we're all just strangers today, waiting for Allah to turn us into someone's favorite person tomorrow. ❤️🤲✨
Sometimes I laugh when I open Muzz, and sometimes I just sit quietly and think about how strange life is. ❤️
We spend years studying, working, chasing goals, building ourselves, and trying to become the best version of who we are. Yet at the end of a long day, what many of us truly want is simple — someone to share life with.
Someone who will listen to our stories even when they already know them by heart. Someone who will laugh at our silly jokes, remind us to pray, support our dreams, and stay when life isn't easy.
It's funny because everyone here is trying to look confident, mature, and organized. Meanwhile, most of us are probably overthinking every message, checking profiles twice, and wondering if our future spouse is doing the exact same thing. 😭😂
Maybe they're just one swipe away.
Maybe they're making dua for us without even knowing our name.
Maybe they're also tired of small talk and hoping to find something real.
So while we're all scrolling, smiling, overthinking, and occasionally embarrassing ourselves, I hope we never lose sight of the reason we're here.
Not for perfection.
Not for a fairy tale.
Just for a genuine connection, a peaceful heart, and a person who feels like home.
Until then, I'll keep trusting Allah's timing, keep making dua, and keep pretending I'm only opening this app for "five minutes." 😭😂❤️🤲
I open Muzz like I’m opening a serious life chapter… then 2 minutes later I’m just laughing at myself because I’ve already overanalyzed 5 profiles like I’m hiring someone for a CEO position 😭😂 Every bio feels like “be honest, kind, family-oriented” and I’m here thinking, yes bro same, but where is the person who also laughs at random things at 2 AM? 🤲😂 My friends say “be patient, love will come,” while I’m sitting there refreshing the app like it’s a delivery tracking page 🚚💔😂 Still, it’s funny how between all the jokes and swipes, there’s a small hope that one day it won’t feel like a search anymore… it will just feel like home ❤️
Salam
Long shot but don't suppose anyone has any tickets going for Bangladesh v San Marino match on Friday?
If not, know anywhere in London to watch it?
The Crimson Rivers of 1971: An Elegy for the Bengali Soul 🕯️🩸
By Dr Muhammad
History has a convenient habit of fading when the screams stop, but some ghosts refuse to be buried in silence. We must speak about the immense, suffocating grief of the Bengali people. We must name what was done to them by the Pakistan Armed Forces. This wasn’t just a war; it was a systematic, calculated attempt to rip the very soul out of a nation.
Step back into those dark, blood-drenched months of 1971. Close your eyes and listen to the echoes of a terror that swallowed millions of lives.
They did not just kill; they sought to erase. Entire villages were transformed into raging infernos, the air thick with the smell of burning flesh and ash. Intellectuals, the brilliant minds of a generation, professors, doctors, journalists, and students were systematically dragged from their homes in the dead of night. They were subjected to sadistic, unspeakable tortures, their bodies mutilated before being dumped like garbage into the blind mud of Rayerbazar. The goal was simple: blind the nation so it could never see a future.
But the cruelest weapon of all was the calculated, widespread campaign of sexual violence. Hundreds of thousands of Bengali women and young girls were subjected to unimaginable atrocities, used as deliberate tools to break the spirit of an entire population.
Families were forced to watch the destruction of their loved ones, helpless, trapped in a nightmare with no waking up. Over ten million terrified, broken souls fled into the wilderness, walking barefoot through mud and monsoon rains, carrying dying children in their arms, running from a terror that seemed to have no end.
The land itself became a graveyard.
To ensure this ocean of blood is never forgotten, every year on March 25th, the people of Bangladesh observe Genocide Day. As night falls, a heavy, sacred silence grips the country. For one symbolic minute, the lights go out. The nation plunges into total darkness a chilling reminder of the night the slaughter began. Then, the candles are lit. Millions of tiny flames flicker across mass graves and memorials, tears quietly falling as a living generation whispers the names of the martyrs to the night sky.
This is not just a chapter in a textbook to be skimmed and forgotten. It is a raw, weeping wound of human history. We owe it to the broken, the silenced, and the murdered to keep the ink of their sacrifice fresh.
When the lights go out this year, let the darkness remind you of what happened. Never let the silence erase their screams.
Allah Hafiz