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Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh,

Maybe I feel guilty about this or maybe it's just a passing thought regardless I'd like to make a key point regarding my blog. In reviewing my blog I've come to see that alot of my posts are based on the needs of the muslim individually I don't think this is problematic but I would like to remind you and myself that living in this world and despite my posts about spiritual nutrition I'd like to make clear that we must not get wrapped up in our own problems and delude ourselves into thinking that first we must perfect ourselves before helping others- in no wat would I be advising this. Infact I think its essential to help others while we help ourselves, to be part of a process in where we build this Ummah and strengthen the bond between us to revive Islam fully and to uphold the words of Allah (SWT).

I'd also like to make clear that I myself am still learning and so if I erred please inform me, while I am learning I plan to InshaAllah base my posts on this too.

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