For me, I peeceive all Warwick players as stupid, not because of their playstyle, the animation of him is so weird to me, when his ult or q misses it looks so goofy, and when his trackin is activated and he is aimlessly running around. Its hard to trust a Warwick in my games because of this lmao. Do you have any similiar examples?
I live in a place where moms tend to baby their sons too much. In return they dont get a lot, its basically a sacrifice that isnt even recgonized by the son or the dad. I plan to raise my son but live my life in a way to teach independence and in a way show that I am satisfied with my hobbies, marriage and my job, and although I love my children, I dont want to place a burden of someone having to care for me, or that I need to care for someone well in their 30s. If you have a good relationship with your mom, what do you think made it that way?
I was not wearing Hijab until the 1st year of college, but even in high school, I would carry my clothes to school and make sure to pray all of my prayers on time. It was difficult to get into the mindset of praying, I will admit I lack the spirituality, but I rationalized prayer as a pillar and neccessary, and that has truly pulled my force on praying. I just wanted to follow orders as they were described by God, live a normal life, and get into Jannah, and meet God. It was my only goal in life, truly dunya was not something I fawned over, I generaly had no desires that typical pull people in. But I made an error in marrying, I married a husband who doesnt pray.
At first, I believed that the consistency relies soley on me. After all, we are all individually responsible for our Afterlife. But after 2 years of being married, I just suddenly stopped. I havent prayed in a year. I am just numbed out, I just want the fear and pain to start getting to me. I severed that connection with God so hard and I genuinely feel completely empty and like I have failed. How did I manage to be that person who would pray on a mountain, in a little play house during the winter, I would scatter through foreign countries trying to find a mosque or a normal place to pray in. I lost that.
I beljeve that prior to marrying, I was in a circle of believers, I had friends where we supported eachother with praying, my parents also pray.
The home I share with my husband lacks proper islamic values. He loves the religion, is interested and indeed highly knowledable, but does things that are straight up not alligned with the religious code.
He smokes weeds. And he constantly curses. In a day, He curses more than he speaks normal words.
I feel like that enviroment just slowly eradicated my will to pray and its mainly also due to sins of my own I would rather conceal. But it had a major effect on my performance in prayer. I am legit convinced that this particular sin is the reason I can no longer consistently focus on this task. I work from home. I have the complete luxury of praying all my prayers on time without issue, yet I have the arrogance to miss them.
And Im terrified deep down.
I wear the Hijab. I am suppose to pray, Im not even considered muslim anymore due to being so insufficient.
I constantly worry that something will happen to me, and I will die in this state of not praying, and that I will never be rewarded in the afterlife.
Im happy im writting this. I feel like its the first step towards inshAllah consistently praying again and hoping God will forgive me.
I also want to advise my dear sisters to pick a man who truly lives by Islam. I cannot blame the entirety of my problems on him, it is all me. I am the problem.
But it helps immensely to have a man guide you in faith.
Any advice and conversations will be welcomed.