🌻 Feratmosphere

#insight
Although I'm not active on LinkedIN, I read very useful posts there.
I love these 📈 mindset tips.
Want to leave them here for they can be useful.

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When a close friend asks to hang out for coffee, I know exactly what to do: swipe them right off my "close friends" list. Just kidding...mostly.
They should know by now I'm all about that tea life.

Are you a tea lover or a ☕?)

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My self-analysis reveals a surprisingly potent combination of traits ideally suited for the business world.
¹I possess an enviable disregard for the opinions of others, ²finely-honed communication skills, and ³a perhaps unusual, but highly effective, capacity for optimistic thinking, a sort of 'ignorance is bliss' approach to problem-solving.

If you also have them, sooner or later, you'll become a business person, no doubt.)

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It's understandable how humans can be patient with the messes made by their children or other family members. But I struggle to grasp why people choose to tolerate similar messes from dogs or cats they've brought into their homes.
Knowing they could rehome the animal, what motivates this endurance?

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#thoughts

I want a life where I can speak freely, about what matters to me, in my own way.

A life where I matter.

A life where my insecurities aren’t attacked but accepted.

A life where I’m not burdened with house chores—where robots or servants handle them, so I can focus on greater things.

A life filled with compassion, deep conversations, and meaningful connections.

A life of adventure.

A life where I meet people whose conversations inspire and benefit me.

A life in an environment that supports me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

I am building this life, knowing society was never designed for women like me. Iʼm struggling a lot. Believe it or not.
From birth, girls are expected to be "wife material" before anything else.
But I was never that. I was rebellious, different. My family tried to shape me into a "normal girl," but I resisted. I always followed my father, to bazaars, to his book-pressing company after school. Started our own small business with my sis at the age of 10 and earned 500k net profit.))

I loved meeting people, selling books, and helping out. Staying home to cook and clean never felt right. I can do it occasionally, but not as a daily routine.

I know some women thrive in housework, finding joy in cooking and cleaning. But that’s not me.
Housework drains me. Not because I’m lazy, nowadays, I manage daily chores, study, run a business, and work. My life is full of pressure. But the only pressure I truly resent is housework. It consumes my time and energy without giving anything back.

I even hesitate to marry because of this. My parents understand me. They see my drive and believe I’ll become a business tycoon one day. They never expected me to be a servant. I do chores because there’s no other way, but I do them on my terms—without deadlines.
But society thinks differently. It expects every girl to be a homemaker first. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone could truly accept a woman like me—stubborn, ambitious, unwilling to conform.

Some say religion requires women to fit a role to be a housewife.
But my role model is Khadija (may Allah be pleased with her). I admire her and see parts of myself in her story.
I had already taken my third and fourth steps toward the life I want. Then illness struck me hard. It felt like a message from my Lord, reminding me that it’s not just my plan, but His. That He has His timing.
It was a wake-up call. I had started to forget that it was my Lord who shaped me, who gave me this temperament, these dreams, and this path. He had been preparing me for this since childhood.
InshaAllah, I will keep going.
I’ve stopped caring about the noise. My life, my Lord’s plan, my goals, my actions—everything is in His hands. Nothing and no one—except my Lord Himself—can stop me from building my own way.
I am ready to sacrifice whatever it takes.

I just needed to write this down. I don’t like holding back when I need to express myself. After lying in bed with a high fever for over a week, unable to do anything but think, this is what remained.

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#nothing 😂

My Nighttime thoughts:

Me: Let's learn Arabic and go to Qatar!
Voice 1: Nope! Italian and Italy is where it's at!
Voice 2: Hold up! Korean is the only way. It's developed, we have to go!
Another voice: Are you kidding? Why canʼt you just go english-speaking countries?

Mom (laughing): Haha, as long as I'm praying, none of that's happening! 😏

Dad (concerned): Arabs in the desert kidnap girls! If you do go someday, wear a niqab. Actually, scratch that, just travel there. And Italy/Korea? Halal food isnʼt very common.

Bro: 😏

Sis: 😇

*Itʼs really funny, sometimes I tell them about moving foreign countries to see these reactions🤣
If they werenʼt like that, I would be studying my bachelors in some foreign country. Maybe. Just #maybe@feratmosphere

I’m in love with my imperfections. ☀️

Hope I’m 'bringing' even a slight decrease to the new cosmetic industry. 🕯

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Relatable? 😁😅
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Finally
I found
Perfect way of replying🌟

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Fitnah (فِتْنَة). It is like a test, a kind of challenge that's meant to help us grow from the inside out. It’s like a process of purification. Now, there are three main types of these tests that we all face.

1⃣ We have the fitnah that comes from our Creator, Allah. These are trials sent to refine us, like a workout for our faith. They’re not meant to break us, but to make us stronger.

2⃣ There's the fitnah that comes from the people around us; our family, friends, even strangers. These are the tricky situations and conflicts that test our patience and how we interact with others.

3⃣There's the fitnah that comes from inside ourselves, from our own desires (نَفْس, nafs), weaknesses, and ego. It's like an inner battle that's crucial for us to become more self-aware.

Here's something important: when we ignore the fitnah (فِتْنَة) caused by others, we end up letting it fester inside. It’s like letting a wound go untreated, and it becomes a bigger problem for us.
This is a kind of self-inflicted fitnah, and if we let this happen, we lose our right to complain about it, because we had the ability to deal with it in the first place by responding to it.

You might be thinking, "That can’t be right." But trust me, it is. To get this, we have to look deeper at what we’re naturally inclined to do, our fitrah.
Imagine someone causing you real pain, or breaking something you hold dear. Your natural reaction is likely a strong, even fierce response. That's not a random feeling; it’s there for a reason. So, don't let yourself suffer by creating fitnah (فِتْنَة) for yourself by staying quiet when you should have addressed an issue.
Recognize that there's a subtle yet powerful difference between the fitnah that comes from people and the fitnah that comes from Allah. An example for the fitnah that comes from Allah can be Musa alayhissalamʼs coming. It was a form of fitnah for phroah that Allah himself sent. No human power could do it.
For fitnah that comes from people around us are in the form that usually comes because of bad character of a prticular person himself or herself. Note it.

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