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Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh,

Today sisters, I wanted to talk about struggling in our faith. We all go through it and I can vouch I've been there in fact I can't say I'm strong in my faith, even now.

I'm going to be honest right now, I've been having issues and up until now I wasn't sure on how to handle it. Well even now I cant say I can handle it properly without fully understanding Islam. Maybe I'm talking to myself but getting caught up in Hollywood and fairytales messes with reality, life is not a movie- it's a test, stop pretending that you are living a dream because you are not.

The thing is after reflecting further I believe the reason why I was dipping in my faith was due to lack of consistency in my faith aswell as a lack of passion.

Sometimes in our lives we go through difficulties and during or maybe after those difficulties it's hard to turn to Islam because the desire to sin helps you to escape reality. You know what's funny? We can come back to Islam even if we are hellbent on rebelling you know why, because some way or another Allah will show you (out of his mercy) that your option won't work, and however you got there you should be grateful because it was only by His will. Even if it hurts to turn away from the sin because it seems like it will bring more pleasure to your heart turn away because true happiness can never be achieved through sin and if you don't desire true happiness then you are fool.

"A clever person identifies the problem a wise person avoids it."

Honestly I needed to write this out purely for the sake of easing my heart.

Wasalaam

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