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@coniespinozav: Noooooooo 😭😭😭 Joel mi trauma cinematográfico 😭#thelastofus2 #Joel

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erickgabriel291
Gabriel :
no lo e visto pero se que es lo q pasa pase el juego 3 veces 😞
2025-04-21 05:26:23
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mariimp29
mariii :
no podia dormír pensando en joel💔😢
2025-04-21 21:39:16
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Ceci 💁🏻‍♀️ :
😢😳
2025-04-21 15:12:31
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2025-04-21 13:40:09
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⭐Dany_Starcrazy⭐⚡ :
🖤😭
2025-04-21 06:19:57
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2025-04-22 03:11:04
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Have you ever stopped and asked yourself— Why don’t I feel anything anymore? You’re breathing, moving, speaking, smiling… But your heart? It’s quiet. Cold. It doesn’t react to truth. It doesn’t tremble before Allah. It feels distant—dry, numb, almost lifeless. And deep down… you know why. You complain about feeling empty. You say faith feels heavy, that there’s no light, no peace. But have you looked at how you’re living? You delay your prayers—or leave them altogether. You sleep through the morning when the angels bear witness for those who rise for Allah. You skip your meeting with Him… and then wonder why He feels far. You fill your ears with music, your time with scrolling, your heart with this world. Not the Quran. Not remembrance. Just noise. Distractions. Desires. You speak of others’ flaws but ignore your own. You forget that you too will stand before Allah. You look at what’s forbidden. You listen. You don’t guard your gaze or your hearing. Your heart doesn’t flinch anymore. You cross boundaries that should remain sacred. You no longer feel shame or fear of doing what displeases Him. You rarely open the Quran. You don’t ask questions. Don’t seek truth. Don’t reflect. You don’t cry in dua. Don’t repent. Don’t call out to Him. You closed the door yourself… then wondered why it’s dark inside. You mistreat your body. You consume what’s harmful. You forget that even your health is a trust from Allah. You live like there’s no connection to your Creator. But this numbness—this heaviness—it’s not random. It’s the result. Why are you surprised your heart is hard, when you feed it what kills it? Why do you suffer, when you turned away from what heals? You say, “I’m struggling.” But what have you done to ease the struggle? How many secret good deeds have you done—just between you and Allah? How often are you alone with Him, truly alone? How many times have you chosen what’s right even when it hurt? How many times have you stayed silent when you wanted to speak, Walked away when you wanted to stay, Given when you had little left? Success isn’t found in likes, money, or praise. It’s found in the quiet decisions. The private battles. That inner thirst to be clean. Pure. Real. Where no one sees—but He does. So look at your heart. Where is it going? What is it worshipping? Have you grown careless? Have you died inside—without even realizing? Wake up. Before it’s too late. While your heart still feels. While you can still turn back. While you can still raise your hands, admit you were lost… and return. Not to people. To Allah.
Have you ever stopped and asked yourself— Why don’t I feel anything anymore? You’re breathing, moving, speaking, smiling… But your heart? It’s quiet. Cold. It doesn’t react to truth. It doesn’t tremble before Allah. It feels distant—dry, numb, almost lifeless. And deep down… you know why. You complain about feeling empty. You say faith feels heavy, that there’s no light, no peace. But have you looked at how you’re living? You delay your prayers—or leave them altogether. You sleep through the morning when the angels bear witness for those who rise for Allah. You skip your meeting with Him… and then wonder why He feels far. You fill your ears with music, your time with scrolling, your heart with this world. Not the Quran. Not remembrance. Just noise. Distractions. Desires. You speak of others’ flaws but ignore your own. You forget that you too will stand before Allah. You look at what’s forbidden. You listen. You don’t guard your gaze or your hearing. Your heart doesn’t flinch anymore. You cross boundaries that should remain sacred. You no longer feel shame or fear of doing what displeases Him. You rarely open the Quran. You don’t ask questions. Don’t seek truth. Don’t reflect. You don’t cry in dua. Don’t repent. Don’t call out to Him. You closed the door yourself… then wondered why it’s dark inside. You mistreat your body. You consume what’s harmful. You forget that even your health is a trust from Allah. You live like there’s no connection to your Creator. But this numbness—this heaviness—it’s not random. It’s the result. Why are you surprised your heart is hard, when you feed it what kills it? Why do you suffer, when you turned away from what heals? You say, “I’m struggling.” But what have you done to ease the struggle? How many secret good deeds have you done—just between you and Allah? How often are you alone with Him, truly alone? How many times have you chosen what’s right even when it hurt? How many times have you stayed silent when you wanted to speak, Walked away when you wanted to stay, Given when you had little left? Success isn’t found in likes, money, or praise. It’s found in the quiet decisions. The private battles. That inner thirst to be clean. Pure. Real. Where no one sees—but He does. So look at your heart. Where is it going? What is it worshipping? Have you grown careless? Have you died inside—without even realizing? Wake up. Before it’s too late. While your heart still feels. While you can still turn back. While you can still raise your hands, admit you were lost… and return. Not to people. To Allah.
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