Humaira

There's this one girl named Humaira in a random (support) group chat I joined years ago (which I couldn't recall why I was there; I believe it's this random training that I randomly joined, and they randomly added me into it, and I didn't leave cause why not?)

She would share a few ayahs from the Quran almost every day, making people eventually read. I never replied in the group. But I'm happy every time the message popped up. 

I mean... what a simple act of kindness a Humaira could do? That actually Syazwani, Sakinah and Liyana could too (but didn't)?

It's a world where extravagant is still a thing (which is not wrong too if it were to be done ethically), and there's a Humaira choose it to be so humble yet impactful. Well, at least for an Insyirah.

May that be off that good deed that Allah would welcome Humaira to be in the highest level of Jannah without hisab.

Another Step to Go

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