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I don't know why in general, this word and these talks makes me extremely anxious where as i see people of my age are very comfortable and see as more biological thing. But i feet soooo uncomfortable and extremely anxious. Weird isn't it. Enough that my brain started fugged up

I believe if a man is serious he will go to your father/mahram and not waste time flirting and messaging you alone. He won't have you gaining sins if he's a righteous spouse.

Idk how to advice one of my closest friends to stop messaging with men w/o coming across as harsh. I know haram relationships are normalized today, but really want to get through without shaming her.

any advice?

salam, i have been searching for marriage but i don't feel i am attractive enough for it. i see women who get married and they just seem so sophisticated. i don't even feel like a woman, i feel like a little girl. i have a baby face, big eyes, chubby cheeks, and am very short. no one believes me when i tell them my age. they think im in high school, sometimes even middle school. and my personality doesn't help at all. i am giggly, affectionate, love chasing butterflies, blowing bubbles, rainbows, putting bows in my hair.

lots of women call me "cute", "pretty" but i am really struggling in the marriage scene. i think i am "girl pretty", not guy pretty. is this a thing? like, i think my look and qualities would appeal to other women in a platonic way. im sure most women, if asked objectively, would love to be friends with a bubbly butterfly chaser who loves flowers. and i think this is why women, in general, like me and think im pretty. im feminine in a "little girl" sort of way. but i don't think men would be drawn to this. i think they'd want someone more grown up/mature. i don't look like an adult at all. these men are looking for a wife, not a little sister

so when i say "im not attractive enough for marriage", i think women who think im pretty get confused because they don't realize theres a difference between girl pretty and guy pretty. does anyone get me? or does anyone have tips on how i can look my age lol

She’s 18 and pregnant

Honestly don't even know how to start this because I'm still in shock.

I met this friend at the mosque. She was very modest (she still is a hijabi), prayed regularly, and we used to talk about religion, politics, and pretty much everything. I was almost like a big sister to her.

Last year, her personality changed a lot. She became rude, bitter, and just seemed like a acted differently. I started distancing myself a little because I couldn't handle it, especially because I was going through some things myself at the time.

On social media, she started sharing a lot of content about relationships, including queer relationships, and she also started saying that she was queer. We talked about these things quite a bit, and I tried to guide her according to my understanding of Islam. At the end of the day, though, she's an adult (18), and obviously she makes her own decisions.

I told her that I didn't support her getting situationships with boys (they would text but nothing more), but I never cut her off because I believe we're all sinners and that it's important to be there for your friends even when you don't agree with their choices.

I hadn't talked to her much over the last few months because we were both busy with school.

Today, she took a pregnancy test and found out she's pregnant.

I was genuinely shocked. At first, I honestly thought she was joking or pulling some kind of prank. It took me about an hour of talking to her before I fully realized that she was serious. This was literally the last thing I ever expected.

She told me that she had decided to have an abortion. I was completely shocked and didn't really know how to react. I recommended a hotline/organization that helps women make decisions about pregnancy, but she told me there's no point because she's already made up her mind and is going to do it anyway.

She hasn't told her parents, but she has friends. I advised her to be very careful about who she tells because we live in a city where news spread quickly, and I'm genuinely worried that if her parents find out, she could potentially be kicked out.

I want to help her. I want to support her and make sure she's okay, because despite everything, she's still my friend and I care about her.

But at the same time, I'm struggling with how much I can support her without feeling like I'm participating in something that goes against my beliefs. I don't want to abandon her, but I also don't want to compromise my faith.

I'm really conflicted and don't know what the right thing to do is.

Can we talk about how Islam isn't a vending machine?

I keep seeing this pattern and it genuinely frustrates me. The idea that if you pray enough, give enough charity, avoid haram, do everything right good things will happen to you. And if bad things happen it must mean you did something wrong or your iman isn't strong enough. Like so many people unconsciously believe this.

That's not Islam. That's prosperity gospel in an Islamic jacket.

The Quran never promises that good deeds produce good outcomes in this dunya. It promises justice in the akhirah. Those are fundamentally different things.

The most righteous people in Islamic history suffered the most. The Prophet SAW lost children, lost his wife, was boycotted, was starved, was driven from his home, had people throw stones at him until he bled. Was his iman not strong enough?

Yaqub AS cried until he went blind from losing his son. Ayyub AS lost everything like his health, wealth, family. Yusuf AS was thrown in a well by his brothers and imprisoned for years for something he didn't do. These aren't people with weak iman being punished. These are the best humans who ever lived experiencing the worst things possible.

So when someone says just make dua and Allah will fix it or if you're struggling it's because you're not close enough to Allah, that's not theology. That's a toxic positivity that puts the blame on the person suffering.

Are you blaming genocide or war survivors for not praying themselves out of horrible situations? No ofcourse not, so it would also apply to other scenarios.

Dua isn't a transaction. You don't input prayer and output result. The hadith says dua is answered in three ways. You get what you asked for, something harmful is kept away that you'll never know about, or it's stored for the akhirah. Two out of three are completely invisible to you. You'll never know which door your dua went through. That's not a system designed for instant gratification. That's a system designed for trust.

When your dua doesn't work and you feel betrayed you should ask yourself who actually betrayed you. Allah never promised you that specific outcome. You promised it to yourself. You decided what should happen, told Allah about it, and when He didn't cosign your plan you called it betrayal or punishment. But He never promised you this. You promised it yourself and got angry at Him for not honoring something He never agreed to.

That's not a relationship with Allah. That's a relationship with a version of Allah you built in your head who exists to serve your plans. And when the real Allah, aka the one who actually runs the universe does something different, you don't question your expectations. You question Him.

And I don’t think people do it consciously. But our emotional response to unanswered prayer says it for us.

Also keeping away from haram doesn't mean your life will be easy. It means you're obeying Allah. That's it. The reward is with Him not necessarily in your bank account or your health or your marriage. Obedience isn't a transaction. It's worship.

I think this mentality of do good get good actually damages people's faith more than almost anything else. Because when they DO everything right and life still falls apart they think either Allah abandoned them or they weren't good enough. Neither is true.

Life just isn't fair. Atleast not in this dunya. The Quran promises justice on the Day of Judgement not on a random afternoon.

And it goes the other way too, someone's life going well doesn't mean Allah is pleased with them. The Quran says your wealth and your children are only a test (64:15). Worldly success is not a sign of divine approval. Worldly suffering is not a sign of divine punishment.

Can we just normalise the idea that you can do everything right and still struggle? That's not a failure of your iman. That's just dunya being dunya. And the actual test isn't whether good things happen to you. It's what the difficulty does to your heart.

Also people mistake sabr for passivity. And mistake what trials can islamically have multiple purposes and some even at the same time. That includes wiping away sins, or getting you on the right path, or life lessons or something else.

I genuinely say this out of place of wanting best for everyone here as I keep seeing these unconscious beliefs in some of the threads. And I think it would help a lot of people mentally like even in the midst of their struggle to realize that. It doesn’t make the trials easier, but you are also not at fault. Some things are not in your hands, and some might need asbab from you.

Salam everyone,
I’m a woman in the beginning of my twenties.
I recently had a pretty disheartening experience during the courting/getting-to-know-someone phase that I wanted to share for some advice and insight. This is a throwaway account because I’ll be sharing personal details, including things about my appearance.

So, I recently got to know a man with the intention of seeing whether we were compatible for something serious. We weren’t compatible because of some differences in values, as he was a bit more traditional and practicing, so we went our separate ways. I had no hard feelings about it. On the contrary, I got the impression that he was a very good man, we had an amazing connection and conversations, he taught me a lot, and I genuinely prayed that he would eventually meet the woman who was right for him. I simply didn’t want to waste any more of his time and wished him the best.

Fast forward to today, when that completely changed. My best friend studies at the same university as him, and they have open study spaces where students can sit. She was sitting in the area where people can talk, and a few meters away at the table in front of her he was sitting with another guy. She recognized him of course since I had shown her a picture of him. She later told me about the conversation he had with his friend, where he was talking about me.

His friend had asked how I (by my name) looked like when he first met me. He apparently said that I was “mid”. He said that my face was pretty, but that my body was less attractive. That he likes curves and that I was small and not very womanly. My friend obviously didn’t want to hurt me by telling me every single detail (she pushed that he said ”but she had a pretty face”), but she also wanted to make me aware of what kind of person he was. There were several other things he said about me, including my character since our values didn’t align. The prime focus was my appearance though.
His comments have affected me and left me feeling shocked because as I said, I walked away from this experience with a good impression and no hard feelings, and I thought that feeling was mutual.

I’m also a bit chocked by how he talked about my appearance since I’ve generally been considered attractive in the context of more natural traditional beauty standards, and when it comes to my build I’m more petite and skinny. I’ve received a lot of interest particularly in weddings/mosque/community settings, and I’ve had quite a few suitors. Most of that has come through more traditional introductions though, so I genuinely don’t know what men of our generation (he was the same age as me) tend to prefer nowadays, perhaps the body and a ”baddie” (I wasn’t considered one unfortunately), matters most for some.

I know beauty is subjective and that men obviously have different preferences. I also don’t expect my future husband to think I’m exceptionally beautiful. I just want someone who is genuinely attracted to me and genuinely into me, to the point where terms like “mid” don’t even exist in his mind when it comes to me. I think all of this has gotten to my head partly because it felt like he was a good person since he did a lot of talking about modesty and other Islamic values. And also because I felt that the attraction was mutual between us. Yet apparently he had been sitting there doing assessments without me even realizing it.

How do you think I should look at this moving forward, and how can I make sure I don’t carry this doubt with me the next time I get to know someone?

EDIT:
Please see the comment I wrote about my friend before commenting more about her. I trust her, and she isn’t at fault, since I was the one who pushed for the details.

The other questions I’m left with have to do with the fact that he still pursued me, even though he had so many opinions about my appearance and body. I guess this is how some men settle, and it’s a bit hurtful to know that a man can still settle for you while simultaneously having so many reservations about your appearance.
It also feels so uncomfortable to know that he had been looking at parts of my body in this way. Is this something that all men do and that I just have to accept?

I just need to get this off my chest because I still cringe whenever I remember it. 😭

I know what I did was wrong as a Muslim girl, and I don't romanticize haram relationships at all. I sincerely repented to Allah and I genuinely don't want to repeat this mistake. But looking back, it was such a bizarre experience that I feel like sharing it might either make someone feel less alone or prevent someone from making the same mistakes I did..

So, storytime.

It started innocently enough...

During my first year of university, a guy from my faculty group started messaging me privately whenever I asked questions in the group. At first, it was genuinely university-related. He was polite, respectful and helpful, so I thought of him as nothing more than a nice acquaintance.

Over the next several months, though, our conversations slowly became more personal. We'd talk about hobbies, everyday life, etc. I knew we were getting a little too comfortable, but I kept telling myself, "What's the harm in having a nice guy friend?"

Then we both ended up taking the same summer course.

That's when we really started talking.

We'd help each other with the course, but eventually our conversations had almost nothing to do with university anymore. We'd text every day, sometimes for HOURS, staying up from evening until dawn playing games and talking about everything.

Looking back, that was probably the point where I should've stopped. I knew it was becoming inappropriate, but I kept convincing myself we were "just friends."

And then feelings happened...

He started being more forward with me. He'd occasionally flirt, call me things like "babe" as a joke, and clearly seemed interested.

I tried to establish some boundaries. I'd occasionally call him "bro" and tried distancing myself, but he kept initiating conversations.

And unfortunately, I started developing feelings too.

It wasn't even because of anything particularly romantic. He'd give me advice, share his poetry with me after learning I liked writing, tell me about his language-learning journey because I was learning a language too... I think I was just experiencing this kind of attention from a guy for the first time, and it affected me more than I realized.

Eventually, after another night of staying up until dawn talking and playing games, he confessed that he liked me.

I admitted that I liked him too.

And he was absolutely over the moon.

Reality hit pretty quickly

Once we started "dating," everything escalated VERY quickly.

Suddenly I was getting called his "future wife," "the girl he wishes for," "babe," "love," etc. He dropped the L-word after only TEN DAYS. 😭

And honestly? I realized I didn't actually like him nearly as much as I thought I did.

I liked his personality and the attention I was receiving, but I wasn't physically attracted to him at all. I kept telling myself that if I loved his personality, his appearance would eventually grow on me.

Spoiler: it did not.

I also realized I wasn't completely over my first-year crush, who had gotten a girlfriend shortly before all of this. I think I was subconsciously trying to fill a void. Seeing couples everywhere at university had also made me feel like I was missing out and needed to prove to myself that I was lovable too.

I think that's when I learned what selfish love actually meant for me: wanting to experience being loved so badly that I stopped thinking about whether I actually wanted that person.

And the guilt never went away.

I knew I was hiding this from my parents, I knew I was crossing boundaries I personally believed in, and I knew deep down that this wasn't what I wanted.

It got even worse 💀

He became extremely clingy. He wanted selfies from me constantly, wanted me to adapt to his daily routine, and would get weirdly distant if I didn't reply for a few hours.

We had initially agreed that we wouldn't have a public relationship or even go out together, but he eventually started suggesting hangouts anyway.

At that point, I was already thinking about breaking up with him.

Then he reposted a TikTok making jokes about women's bodies. I said I thought it was insensitive, especially toward people dealing with eating disorders or body dysmorphia.

Instead of simply disagreeing, he told me that if I reacted like that, it must have "hit a personal nerve."

That genuinely pissed me off.

I wrote him a whole paragraph explaining that I don't need to personally suffer from something to have empathy for people who do... and then I basically disappeared. 😭

He spammed me for days asking me to talk to him.

Eventually I told him we needed to break up. I gave him the whole "we're too different, I can't be the girl you want, relationships aren't suitable for me" speech.

Honestly, I was just trying to find a reason that wouldn't make me feel guilty for hurting him.

And after 15 days of online dating, I broke up with him.

Somehow, we stayed "friends"

The weirdest part is that he continued talking to me afterward as if nothing had happened.

Except he was still making flirty jokes, using pet names, sending flirty stickers, and basically making it obvious that he was hoping we'd get back together.

Then one day he casually mentioned seeing me and my friend outside university and described exactly what we were wearing/what we looked like to confirm it was us.

That creeped me out enough that I finally blocked him.

Thankfully, he never approached me afterward and mostly avoids looking at me in university.

But now I have the incredibly embarrassing experience of walking around my own faculty knowing I technically have an ex there. 😭

What I learned

Honestly, I think the biggest lesson was how easy it is to cross boundaries gradually.

It didn't start with me deciding, "I'm going to get into a relationship." It started with a random guy helping me with university, then becoming a friend, then someone I talked to every day, then someone I stayed up until dawn talking to. Every individual step felt harmless, so I kept ignoring the fact that the overall situation was becoming something I knew I shouldn't be doing.

So if you're ever thinking, "We're just friends, what's the harm?" while the friendship is becoming increasingly emotionally intimate, I'd really recommend taking a step back before you get attached.

I also learned that attention isn't the same thing as love. I was lonely, still getting over someone else, constantly seeing couples around me, and wanting to feel wanted. I think I mistook the excitement of finally receiving that kind of attention for genuine love.

And don't ignore your own discomfort just because someone is nice to you. I had so many moments where I thought, "This is getting too much," or "I don't actually want this," but I kept rationalizing it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Looking back, I should've trusted myself much earlier.

Most importantly, though, I've learned not to let one mistake define me. I regret what I did, I sincerely repented, and I'm grateful that I learned these things from a relatively short-lived situation rather than letting it continue for years.

So if you're a girl who's made a mistake you're ashamed of: don't normalize it, but don't convince yourself you're beyond redemption either. Learn from it, repent sincerely, set better boundaries, and move forward.

And please listen to your instincts before you somehow end up with an ex in your own faculty. 😭

Stay gold, girlies. :)

Recently I’ve been wanting to spruce up my appearance a little bit while at home. My husband always has his beard trimmed and his hair well kept, and he always puts some effort into his general appearance both in and out of the house. I wanted to start taking care of my appearance more both for my husband and myself - especially recently, I feel like I’ve really been lacking, I gained a lot of weight, I don’t keep up with my skincare routine so my skin is looking very dull, I wear sweats and t shirts at home, and usually have my hair in a bun. My husband has never said anything but I thought it would be nice for him to come home to me looking nice every once in a while like I used to when we first got married. I used to wear shalwar kameez in the house when I first got married but dropped that in the last year or so as I grew more comfortable.

For context, I live with my husband and mother in law, and I just find it awkward “dressing up” around his mom (makeup, fancy clothes, etc) because I usually only ever dress up and wear makeup for dates with my husband or large functions.

I’m wondering if anyone has any ideas for looking a bit more put together in a subtle way while at home.

Whats something you do just for the sake of Allah swt and of course for good deed collection.

I will go first even though its so little - I live in a high rise building and once I get off my floor I press 0 for ground floor so theres always a lift ready for someone 🤷‍♀️

My parents constantly fought, and since my father usually lived away for work, my mother’s anger was often directed at me. I was se*ually asaulted twice during my childhood. After the second as*ault, when I was 10, both of my parents became even more hostile toward me and blamed me for what had happened.

As I grew older, the conflicts shifted to things like house chores, wearing a scarf around my neck, and me becoming more rebellious. During the lockdown years, I isolated myself almost completely, which severely affected my teenage years and mental health. I was beaten frequently, mostly by my mother and sometimes by my father. Once, my father hit me with a plastic broom so hard that it broke into two pieces, leaving my back bruised and aching.

Before my senior year exams, my mother was beating me again. While trying to protect myself, I SLAPPED her. When she continued, I fought back. I don’t regret defending myself.

What worries me now isn’t the past; it’s my future. Living in this environment has made me determined to become financially independent and build a stable career.

Since passing senior year, I’ve spent the last five months living in uncertainty. I cancelled my college admission for some reasons, and now I’ll have to live in this house for another year, at least that’s what I’m planning for now. My mother and I both find each other insufferable, and these days, it’s really affecting me. I feel constantly irritated, emotionally exhausted, and like I’m being torn apart by living in this house.

Every day, she calls me Slt. There isn’t a single day in my life when she doesn’t remind me of the asult. It has been eight years since the incident.

Basically, their main goal is to get me married as soon as possible. Since they know I’m not someone who can be easily controlled, they try to make the decision seem like it’s entirely up to me. But I don’t want to get married. I have plans for my education and my future.

I’m done living like this. Her constant verbal abuse is affecting me so badly that I feel like I want to harm myself every day. She says things like:

“The dogs will fu*k you,”

"someone will finger your va*gina"

“someone will not marry you just to fu*k you whole day,” and

“Girls like you talk to so many boys in chats.”

"you must have gone by yourself to meet those boys (boys who as*aulted me)

"you just want to get fu*cked"

"those boys (ones who asaulted me) gave you the taste of s*x now all you want is to get fuked"

and when I say that I don't wanna wear scarf around my neck or wear clothes of my liking then she says "there's a reason those boys (ones who asaulted me) liked you and fuked you"

"you are such a slt that you got fuked by multiple men at the age of 10 and you must've enjoyed it"

She curses at me constantly every hour, every day and uses slurs, insults, and every kind of degrading language she can think of.

I'm also overweight and have eating disorder she also taunts for eating and bodyshames me. Because of her I didn't learn housechores or cooking because then they will enforce early marriage on me. I can't go out, I feel useless and lost in every aspect of life because of her.

Please tell me how I can stop hearing her voice. I feel like I can’t take constant abuse anymore.

I feel so ashamed to even type this question because the aqidah courses? Ive studied them all

The quotes and advice that people throw your way? Heard them years on end

‘You aren’t ready’ ‘Something great is waiting’
‘Your being prepared’

And Allah is All Wise. We can never understand the wisdom ofcourse. But knowing that still we are human and its hard to look at myself, stagnant and in decline

Ive prayed for so years now and watching people left and right get married with ease. Yes they must have other difficulties and yes my Lord is so gracious to spare me those.

But because i am not getting married i am sinning in other ways (not the Z word ofcourse may Allah protect us)

I’m so down and depressed and you can throw all the ‘try hobbies and work on yourself!!’ discourse but believe me theres a stage after which you just want to enjoy life with your significant other

Even the getting to know someone to engaged trope i would love to be in. Having that person that is yours. To talk to and look forward to.

Im so tired. No dont suggest a stupid city date where i get a facial and matcha and dumb self love or to get more degrees or further up the career ladder

Sometimes a girl just wants a husband already

I just got violated on the tram..

I got home shaking, tears in my eyes and just kept disassociating and staring into to abyss when my mom asked me what's up with you.

So for the first time in my life, I told her. For the first time, I was done being silent when stuff like this happens.

I told her exactly what happened: tram was full, felt something rub against me, thought it was nothing since it's crowded, until I felt something inbetween..
I moved forward but it followed me so I turned sideways and looked down only to realise what it was and I was horrified. I tried to stand further away from this filthy creature

At first I thought 'allr let's give this man the benefit of the doubt, It's crowded after all maybe I didn't see properly, maybe it's all just in my head'

some people got off the tram and it's way less crowded now. I see him do it again to another girl even tho there was more than enough room for him to stand back. At this point I just had to step in. So I pulled her back and said at loud in english 'that guy is standing against you, way too close and he did it to me too, come stand here'

He was holding eye contact with me, both looking angry at eachother. I cut the eye contact after a hot minute, not only because I was disgusted but also because I was legit scared. He looked like he could murder me on the spot and I am in a foreign country. He got off at the next stop (right before mine)

When I vented about this on the sub off the city it happened in to warn other women and give a description of this donkey, it got taken down instantly.

Some people told me to report him. When I told my mom I want to report him because there's camera's everywhere, she said 'let it be now, don't embarass us'

she didn't even comfort me properly. I was shaking.. she said 'I thought something bad had happened to you'- as if this isn't something bad... how bad does it need to get? I know there's worse things in life but at least she could acknowledge how it made me feel at that moment.. tell me that my feelings are valid..

This exact reaction is why we don't speak up. Told my mom and my aunt. My female cousin was with me when it happened. Nobody felt the need to tell my uncle, stepdad or male cousin..

Why?

Why is there such a taboo around speaking up about what happens to us women? This is why some off us get raped and still remain silent. Sometimes yearss on end..

Before some pigs are gonna say in the comments that I must have provoked him, I am a hijab wearing woman who dresses modestly and keeps to myself, not the loud type that tries to get attention at all, the second girl was wearing shorts... so it doesn't matter to these kind of filthy people who you are or what you're wearing as long as you're a woman.

Just for fun, hehe

I've been doing full body waxes once a month for almost a year now and the pain is bearable, but it's so tedious going every month. And the hair starts to grow back after like 2 weeks which is pretty annoying. I've been considering laser for a while but I'm sooo scared of the pain. I would probably continue doing brazilian waxes, but I'm thinking of laser everywhere else. But I have some questions before considering-

- How is the pain compared to waxing?

- For beginners, what is the least painful area of the body to begin with?

- I'm south asian and have pretty dark hair, but it's started to grow back much lighter and thinner since waxing. Could I expect to see results within a few weeks?

- Am I just being a big baby and just go for it???

Thanks <3

I need to get this off me chest but my ex and I broke up a couple months ago and I’ve been trying to heal all by myself. At times I’m over it, other times I’m not. I loved this man with sincerity, loyalty and full trust. He told me he never loved me or had any feelings for me and was just using me. He degraded me and laughed in my face when I told him about the pain he caused me. When I seeked clarity he said he’s been putting up with all the stupid questions I’ve been asking him. After months of trying to heal in a healthy manner I just blew up today. I cursed him from the depths of my heart with tears in my eyes for him to suffer the way he made me suffer. To be put in the same position as he put me. I genuinely felt bad after cursing him only because I fear Allah and I don’t know if it’s haram or not. I tired to move on from it in a healthy manner like new routine, hobbies, friends but I just couldn’t. I feel guilty now about cursing him and don’t know what to do. Is cursing someone haram and how do I move forward besides just praying and the things i mentioned.

Any girlies here into gaming? Roblox among us? Minecraft?

So I was in the maternity ward for some tests and it was a very busy day. Women from all walks of life. This hospital is in a big Muslim area so almost everyone is either Muslim or presents as Muslim anyway. I was reading my book and noticed a few women were chatting to each other which was nice at first but then they moved onto husbands..and I felt shocked and sad at what I heard. Out of all
Of them none of them said their men supported their pregnancy journeys or even look after the baby. One of them said her oldest is 4 so now her husband is showing interest at least. Many of them shared their restless nights and crying through the newborn phase because they had no support or understanding from their partners. One laughed and said her Husband didn’t even do a single
Change or feed. Now they’re repeating the same cycle with their seconds or thirds and I can’t understand why they’d want children with someone who isn’t even interested in you or them. It’s a shame it’s so normalised because no one should feel that way during such a time. I think the most horrifying thing was when a lady said her husband only started to be nice to her after multiple losses and then he became a bit more nicer. I hope future generations choose better and get treated better with kindness and respect from their partners. I feel so sad now knowing this is happening a lot
Around me. I wish these woman would also want better for themselves too because being a single mother in a marriage doesn’t benefit anyone.

Looking for some honest opinions on baby girl names! We’re between:
● Zaha — Arabic origin, associated with “bright,” “radiant,” or “shining”
● Noura
● Amal
I’m personally leaning much more towards Zaha because it feels so unique, elegant, and uncommon, but I’d love some objective opinions.
How do these names sound to you?
We also shortlisted- Ziana, Zaira/ Zayra a while ago. Any other suggestions are also welcome😊