Attire

Fatema ismailji

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Fatema ismailji

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happiness nature abstract time man pleasure clothes know allah wearing

Attire is a bounty through which Allah has raised the nature of man.

Where is the happiness of wearing new clothes all the time?

A man who has no old clothes can never know the pleasure of new ones.

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