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أبو يحيى🇾🇪 :
اهم شي تركع وفي قلبك اخشوع من خشية الله سعد من هل دمعه 🌹
2025-04-01 15:37:45
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n.snus
𝘛 . 𝟩𝟧 :
يكثر مامر علي هلبيت ، بس توي افهمه ، والله ياهو بيت عن الف قصيده
2025-04-13 20:44:27
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azmliy
أَزمل. :
في تالي نم
2025-04-01 12:58:08
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Hm :
ركوع دمعه اسبوع لمعه
2025-04-02 17:14:00
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q.705q
أبو نايف 🐆ّ. :
شرايكم ف الستوري
2025-04-04 00:47:07
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3sr_l2
السلي🏂. :
والحاجه الي تردك للقطوع …اتركها وخل النفس وجعه…يالله ياسامع كل مسموع….ترزقنا الهدا في كل ميله ورجعه
2025-04-27 08:38:31
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ch.6jj
صقر الشيباني . :
ياسلاااااممم بيتت في كمية شعور لاتوصف اشكرك على نقل البيت ، اللي يعرف شاعره يعلمنا
2025-04-02 15:26:34
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h.11172
🎀 :
انششهد
2025-04-02 21:51:53
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atyi_i6
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صح لسانك مبدعنا فارس💙💙💙
2025-03-31 16:36:03
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joman.joman85
ⓙⓞⓜⓐⓝ 🎵♡°™ :
اشبعتنا يالله من بعد هالجوع ومالنا في طريق الذل رجعه 🖊🖤
2025-04-03 06:22:28
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user8765600591412
ابو محمد :
انشهد وجربت هذا من سبوع اقدم على ربك بليات رجعه✌️
2025-04-02 20:34:53
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qv_vz
5:07 :
ايييبلاه
2025-04-01 04:26:40
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aboahmetl
أبو آحممد🏜️ :
حتى ولو وقف البشر دونك جمــوع مايعجزون اللي ماظل دعاك سمعه
2025-04-01 17:55:58
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ob__440
.᷂عمر :
أي ولله
2025-04-01 02:00:48
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لشاعر راجح السبيعي
2025-04-03 02:41:25
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انشههدد
2025-04-13 00:03:57
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alhbabi..505
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انشهد
2025-04-03 19:10:07
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kgf503_
خالد :
لشاعر راجح مسلم السبيعي😎
2025-06-06 18:58:33
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3.yy7
M. :
ل شاعرها راجح بن مسلم السبيعي
2025-04-28 01:32:34
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بجاش⚑ :
يالطييييف
2025-04-01 02:19:14
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rkn5o6
ر السعودية ١ :
وقت المقطع
2025-04-01 22:20:19
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iic53
R🦋. :
وربي صادق !
2025-04-01 05:53:47
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w_vii3
حفيد الأكابر :
الستوري للمعضلين فقط 🤝🏻.
2025-04-01 07:37:08
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I’m turning 43 soon. And this year, I have been planning a real birthday party and I sent real invitations. I’m making flower crowns for my guests — from blooms I grew, and flowers I’ve dried and saved from friends who’ve given them to me over the years. It’s been awhile since I have truly celebrated a birthday or even had a cake.  I’ve never been that girl with week-long birthdays that never seem to end. I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy on my birthday. For years, I spent them crying — over heartbreak, over getting older, over feeling like I’d somehow fallen behind. But last year, I made myself a promise: that it would be the last birthday I cried alone. That 43 would be different. No matter where I was, what I was doing, I was going to celebrate it. I was going to have cake. Even after sending invitations, not many people RSVP’d, and for a second, that feeling of rejection came back — that feeling that love is measured by how many show up. But then I realized… I’m not doing this to be validated. I’m doing it to celebrate my own life. To celebrate the people I love. The few closest to me. Whether it’s five people or just me, it’s enough. And this year, it looks like joy, flowers, and gratitude for everyone who’s been part of my story. This year, if I cry, they’ll be happy tears — because I made it here. And this year, I’m celebrating by giving back to the people who’ve loved me and helped me become who I am. Because for the first time in my life, I’m not mourning what’s missing — I’m celebrating what’s here. Here’s to 43 and a week of birthday planning… because this year… I AM that girl. #fyp #birthday #43
I’m turning 43 soon. And this year, I have been planning a real birthday party and I sent real invitations. I’m making flower crowns for my guests — from blooms I grew, and flowers I’ve dried and saved from friends who’ve given them to me over the years. It’s been awhile since I have truly celebrated a birthday or even had a cake. I’ve never been that girl with week-long birthdays that never seem to end. I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy on my birthday. For years, I spent them crying — over heartbreak, over getting older, over feeling like I’d somehow fallen behind. But last year, I made myself a promise: that it would be the last birthday I cried alone. That 43 would be different. No matter where I was, what I was doing, I was going to celebrate it. I was going to have cake. Even after sending invitations, not many people RSVP’d, and for a second, that feeling of rejection came back — that feeling that love is measured by how many show up. But then I realized… I’m not doing this to be validated. I’m doing it to celebrate my own life. To celebrate the people I love. The few closest to me. Whether it’s five people or just me, it’s enough. And this year, it looks like joy, flowers, and gratitude for everyone who’s been part of my story. This year, if I cry, they’ll be happy tears — because I made it here. And this year, I’m celebrating by giving back to the people who’ve loved me and helped me become who I am. Because for the first time in my life, I’m not mourning what’s missing — I’m celebrating what’s here. Here’s to 43 and a week of birthday planning… because this year… I AM that girl. #fyp #birthday #43

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