HOW FAR have i gone?…

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By the way earlier today I updated one of my old posts and sent out.. check it here. followig yesterdays’ post. no one can break a smashed heart. what is left of it are fibres ad atries, if theres someone out there trying to reap that out, it should be “DEATH” itself. 😀

i made mention of revealing my 2012 goals and revolution I set in december last year and for US to see how far I have gone.

here… in no particular order

  1. Stay closer to GOD.
  2. Learn to be patient and optimistic.
  3. Push LC forward – Build a website for LC.
  4. Get promoted at work.
  5. Get myself a defined relationship.
  6. Create my blog with atleast one article weekly.
  7. Establish a standard resume.
  8. Increase my network of contacts.
  9. Become more responsible.
  10. Learn to complete my ramdan sessions – Pilgrim to saudi.
  11. No more odd hour parties.
  12. Complete one of my books.

Truth be told, i didnt have to look at a book every month to achieve these goals but they were just twelve plus others registered in my mind as to what and what would make me fulfilled this year 2012 it’s few days till the end of 2012 and i do not think I have done enough. please grade.

  • Stay closer to GOD.

This is marked half way because sincerely, i am better than 2010 and 2011 when talking about being closer to GOD but as you see, im not close enough. sometimes I am even too afraid to ask from him because I have done little or less in creating a bond with him.

  • Learn to be patient and optimistic.

I have  always been optimistic and entutiastic but patience, hmmm it has been difficult but thanks to writing, its helped me so much that what anger and passion i have to pour out, i do it right here on wordpress and my wonderful readers and followers on twitter are just good to go.

  • Push LC forward – Build a website for LC.

This i have proudly crossed. for the new-bees M’ADE used to be LC (LAHYOH COUTURE) but as i evolved being the motive of existence i realised the name couldn’t cart i have to offer and avoiding several mini brands why not put them all under one umbrella (not PDP tho) this gracious umbrella is called M’ADE. M’ADE is definately my greatest achievement this year would continue to top the list until i have sons and adopted kids. lol. as for the website aspect. dont worry before 31/12/12 it’ll be ready. 😀 drum rolls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Get promoted at work.

Adjusts my collar and re-touch my IMAN powder, pouting and posing for camera and several executive handshakes, I proudly say: i am no more the front desk person / secretary, gradually moi CV is making sense. you know i always crave being a front desk officer, well after six months into it, i wanted more. more than just recieving and delivering, i wanted to make impact and have a defined Working experience. i didnt have to go too far, God willing there was an open space in the next office… Human Resource department was empty, a colleague had just resigned and i was suppose to post an ad for a new one when my boss walked in.

boss: M’ade see me now

me: ooo! im enjoying this movie jo *in my head sha*

boss: erm, you know our HRM left on monday abi?

me: nods in disbelieve

boss: the management thinks we need someone immediately  thats why you were requested to post an ad but looking at you and your enterpreneual skills, you are smart, very deligent and goal driven. we decided that you should act for a while pending your time here as a corps member.

me: jaw drops*

boss: what? you cant do it?

me: i can do anything but im not experienced you know?

boss: you see, i know you are capable thats why. dont worry as for the inexperience part, we will get you a professional you can assist when we fully employ you.

me: thinks* fully employ? erm i though i was starting up a business after NYSC O.

speaks* okay boss, just tell me what to do.

Anyways, thats the small dramma behind my getting promoted o, and since the end of NYSC i have been appointed the assisatnt HRM where i work. Its been an amazing tears breaking experience. will gist ya’ll later.

  • Get myself a defined relationship.

Lets just act as if we didnt see this one. you know how it is na. Gal is too busy for this one *covers face*

  • Create my blog with atleast one article weekly.

Ya’ll be the judge of this, with over a hundred and fifty posts in ten months i am more than sure this is achieved but DO YOU ENJOY IT?

  • Establish a standard resume.

I will someday soon post a copy of my resume and CV for you all to see, im no jobberman or CV editor but my boss has helped with the designing and re arrangement and as an HR person i see a lot of good, bad and ugly CVs everyday. mine is more than standard.

  • Increase my network of contacts.

Even though i have not met the president of Nigeria or even Obama, i have small tiny confidence that the small people i have met can do wonders in life, i am yet to post my 30secs moment with dangote, i will soon. in numbers i have met over a hundred top executives, over 500 enterpreneurs and many jagbajantis followers on twitter that make my life fun, facebook? lets not just go there and during the PROJECT I’M MADE i met a couple of people who have impacted in my life. and before i forget those wonderful kids i and many young change agents mentored, their parents. i even had one fix my door recently for free because his kid was one of them, you see? life is give and take.One saturday i was going to shop for vegetables and i got free carrot from one of the market women who recognised me during the project. i might not know the rich people o, but i got free vegetables every weekend, i will be fresher than all of you (in DAVIDO’s voice).

  • Become more responsible and make impact.

I have always been responsible *rme* but i liked free bees. i still do but now, me sef i pay bills, i don get bukata. I have responsibilities at the end of the month, i have responsible for the growth of my community, I am responsible for the welfare of about fourty staffs where i work and many other virtual intending employees. I am responsible for my self, my business and my family. in fact, i am feeling fly (in areske’s voice). I am not just responsible, I am a responsible lady. When you see ME, you gotta respect me o.

  • Learn to complete my ramdan sessions – Pilgrim to saudi.

😦 I’m not entirely happy about this thou, even I completed ramadan and all but many things are still not in place and i’m sorry for not breaking my record and dissapointing those that look up to me. but most especially God almighty, i promise to be better next year. well as for Hajj mehn, i got online and realise it takes a fortune to go for hajj o and I was earning just 30k per month *covers face* let’s hope for 2013  sha… I must go o and driver AVENZA when I get back. *smiles*

  • No more odd hour parties.

Oya protest this one if you ever saw me in a night party this year. I’m now a good girl o. Night clubbing days are so over and I miss my girls but I deduced a much better way to party hard. lets see sha. I will invite all of you (my readers and followers).

  • Complete one of my books.

Anything can still happen, I am half way into it and because i gbagaun alot, my parents wasted money on the fake english teacher they got me, it slowed me down. stop blaming! its my fault and I’m responsible for this failure and I hope to finish and publish it soon. ISA

SO, all of you that always make my head swell saying I am the perfect girlfriend and sister and everything, you see I’m not even close to being one, I am a work in progress. This post is meant to make people understand that setting goals helps you succeed better and measuring how far you have gone helps you break record. Remember Usain Bolt, he’s such a genius and role model, why? because he breaks self-records.

…i compete with no one but my self…

peace out!!!

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DATING outside marriage…

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In the generation before ours, and in the generation before the generation before ours, there were people – men and women – who questioned if marital fidelity truly existed. And now, in this generation, here I am, among many others, questioning the same issue, wondering if it is just an ideology instead of an actual day of life.

There have been many cases of married men who have come to speak the words to me that in their heads, no woman can say no to: I want to marry you. There have been men who have tried to pretend to be unmarried, men who have said they are unmarried but quickly explained why their wives have made it an unbearable marriage, and why I, have been sent by God to save them, and there have been men who have sat on the fence, not saying what they are or aren’t, but playing with the idea of being whatever they thought I wanted them to be. But every single time, I am left wondering what kind of women they are married to and what said women are going through.

I remember specifically the case of that guy at Oriential, i went for a “fund raising event”. He had just moved to the Island from another State, and it was his first time at a fund raising event. He approached me and tried to sell his business to me, saying he could help my own business. At the end, business cards were exchanged. Apparently, he was a friend of a colleague. That evening he called and sang a different song. He wanted to know if he could take me to dinner, and if I could be his mistress. Brownie points for not being pretentious.

I learned a lot from him in that one conversation. I learned that he was married with kids, that his wife was pompous and thereby, the inherent cause of his displeasure and dissatisfaction, that monogamy was unnatural, that biblical men were never monogamous (like David), that infidelity actually makes a marriage stronger because when a man sleeps with another woman, it makes his wife more desirable, that he was going to give me money out of his school stipend whenever I needed it, that all I needed to do for him was keep him company by cooking for him, going on dates with him, and of course, letting him invade my privacy with the only appendage that makes him think he’s a man, and finally, that he will let me get married when it’s time. It was just the offer of my dreams. I cannot imagine why I turned it down.

But it was only a couple weeks later that he stood on the altar and sold his product to the crowd, praising the Most High God, and saying how imperative it was to live a holy life and obey His word. And the congregation, they clapped for him and shouted wowza, amen, and glory. And when he was done, they invested their hard earned money into his cock shit which was meant to inspire and raise more funds for the widowed and orphans. They called it a sowed seed. I knew better. I sat and watched in horror as he led God’s people astray. And then, I prayed for God to help me, for it was not my place to determine if the ground should open up and swallow him or if lightening should strike through the ceiling and transport his soul to his forefathers.

There are many arguments from the other side, arguments that pass off as excuses, not justifications. Just because we can do something does not mean we should do it. But the other side, they have different reasons why a married man cheats. It is because his wife has gotten fat, because she cares more about her career than she does about her home, because she did not give him children, because she did not give him male children, because she is disrespectful and not submissive, because she does not cook, and because there are women who are willing to be cheated with.

As long as there are women who are willing to be cheated with, married men will always cheat. Should we then all point guns to our heads because there are guns willing to be shot, because we have the hands to shoot them, and because we have enough problems to want to end it all? When a man who is unable to handle the trials of life decides to take his own life, he is called a punk for taking the easy way out. But if this same man were to take the easy way out by cheating on his wife instead of just walking away, he is called *DRUM ROLL, PLEASE* … a man! Oh, but of course.

It was only few months after pastor perfect marriage, that I made the acquaintance of Adebayo Omoju Akanni at a mutual friend’s house. He calls himself Omoju. He was there with his wife and daughter. The conversation between me and Omoju did not go past gadgets. Specifically, Blackberry and samsung tabs. I saw him again a couple of weeks later at a naming ceremony where again, he inquired of my tab. When he added me on Facebook, I accepted because he was now officially someone I technically knew.

But Omoju sent me a Facebook message that changed the dynamic of things. He said he had dreamt about me twice the night before, that he thought there was something about me, that he did not know how to tell his partner, that he wanted me to keep his feelings between us –“no third party please” – and what did I think. I did not reply.

When followers on twitter added me on bbm during the chat with me on a saturday morning, I accepted everyone as usual, only to realize that Omoju was one of the people who added me. The hawk had sneaked in with the chickens. He wanted to know my number, if I had received his messages on Facebook, why I had not replied his messages, and if I was worried about his marital status. I promised to reply his message on Facebook.

Days later, I had still not replied Omoju, and he took it upon himself to send several more messages, inquiring of my whereabouts and stating that he was sure I could not possibly be that busy. Of course not. What else could I have on my to-do list, but to reply Omoju’s messages?

Women have more reasons than I know of for dating married men: money, sex, love, infatuation, good looks, prestige, fun, lack of commitment, ignorance, etc. It is said that if one must eat a frog, then one should eat a very fat one. Neither wealth nor fame nor extreme good looks nor intellectual acquisition did Omoju have. Even at rock bottom, I would have no excuse. But what is it that compels his confidence?

When I replied his message and included a four-letter word that rhymes with his insatiable meatless appendage – the possible cause of all his problems – I also predicted his next move. And just like the fly that entered the grave with the dead body, he did as I said he would. He said it was not him, that he did not know what I was talking about, that his Facebook and Skype accounts were both simultaneously hacked, and that I should please explain to him what was going on. In spite of his alleged innocence, he went ahead to call several mutual friends, telling them to plead his guilty case. The smart ones knew better.

Whether or not women have – by their words and by their actions – enabled their husbands to start illicit affairs is not a subject for debate. The honest ones among us know what we have done and what we are capable of doing. That said, the decision to stay faithful and stick it out or seek pleasure elsewhere is still the man’s decision. It is still a choice, and just like every other choice, the one making it has to own full responsibility for it. And not every man has an enabling wife. Some men just want to eat out of both hands.

Omoju’s wife contacted me to commit the ultimate blunder, an epic fail in its entirety. Her husband, according to her, would never stoop so low. I agree with her. It is impossible to stoop to any kind of low when you are already at the bottom. There is only one time that a married woman should contact the alleged other woman, and that is when her husband has done everything in his power to get rid of her. In any other case, contacting the other woman is like changing her light bulb when there is no electricity. Whether she uses sixty watts, hundred watts, or halogen lights, they will remain off. She can contact the other woman from now till kingdom come, but he who contacts her last, contacts her best. And that would be the cheating husband. Even after this unexplanable act, Omoju still calls me princess and tells ma how unappealing and disrespectful is beautiful glowing wife is.

If this entire piece reads as if I mostly hold the married man accountable for his affairs, it is because I do. Morally, it is clear that no woman should be romantically or sexually involved with a married man who is not her husband. But between the lawless woman and the married man, only one of them has made a vow and commitment to another woman saying that he will forsake all others and cling only to his wife, saying that he will stick by her, come what may, till life evades him. Records will reflect that that person is not the lawless woman.

People may be quick to blame the other woman, calling her a whore and a home breaker, but it is from the crack in the wall that the lizard crawls in. If the married man did not open the door of his home, the other woman would not be able to step in and do whatever she is accused of doing.

And if you are the whore, hoe, magstress he is cheating with, he will dump you and if he doesnt, remember, the stroke used for the first son is in keep for the last. But what do I know? I am just an unmarried girl giving marital advice. I may soon be directed to go hug a transformer. If it is Optimus Prime, then I would not mind.

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letter to my mom

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Mom,

You’ve been the greatest mother to me
Teaching me many things that others never see
And so I write to you this very day
That The Lord may bless you in every way

Through the years of heartbreak and toil
You’ve always been there for this girl who you spoil
And now I’m a lady whom you trained in the past
Though sometimes I may tell you to ‘just kiss my ass’

Anyway I just wanted to say
Thank you my mother for starting me on this Way
For without your teaching I’d be lost today
But because of you and God by my side
Maybe I will find the bravery inside

The strength to withstand every personal attack
That mine enemies throw at me and I might just lack
And so to you the ‘world’s best Mom’
I’ll remember you always especially on your birthday.

happy birthday shugar! ! !

My Real Goddess
&
Today my mother
Came to my room
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.

Thank you, I love you Mom

Love, Your first born Daughter!

MY MOTHER – HBBD

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Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
Ann Taylor

Aisha n Josh ~ episode 10

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I was dumbfounded, I looked up to God and asked him WHY? Am not worried, no one should. There’s too much already to handle; the scars, the stigma, the change, rejection, fear and lost of hope. I was only 23, I had my masters waiting for me in Cyprus. I had promised my mum I would make her proud but Alas, I can’t do any of these anymore.
If only I had gone straight to the conference and never branched Josh‘s house, maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t be here today. Just maybe!
I had to be strong. My life has taken a sudden turn, I knew my mum wouldn’t support abortion but I had to try. She was quiet the whole time, I was afraid of what she’ll utter next. She’s never been this quiet or sober. Even when dad died, she spoke her mind and consoled me. But today, she was just staring into space, no tears, no words.

This silence raised my fears and I just wanted to run away. I wish I knew about the pregnancy myself and just got rid of it before anyone found out. The worst had happened to me in 6weeks, nothing can hurt more. My stitches were still healing, I still had minor TBI and I was still afraid of guys in groups. “I don’t know where to start from”. Finally, she spoke! She cursed! She cried! She swore on the day she had me and said, whoever did this to me would know no peace. She yelled and all her anger was all out at once. I could feel it in my body, how every fibre of my being wanted to crush Josh. Since the incident, she hadn’t said anything about Josh (guess she was just trying to make me happy and not make me think thoughts).

Dr Olu left us to have our family time. My aunt was out with her husband to get fresh air. I presumed they knew before agreeing to welcome me to their home. For the first time, my mum turned red on me, she shouted at me and blamed me for bringing her to this point, embracing her with my attitude and mistakes. Making it known to me how much she is trying not to blame me and help me because of my TBI but the reality remains. I have kept too much secrets and that’s why I’m in this dark maze. She said everything and I appreciated it. In fact I felt more relieved at this, than the silence. I hate quiet people, they scare me and they scare me even now more than ever.
Josh is very out going and much more of an extrovert but he’ll never tell you what he is planning or up to and that’s why it was easy for him to keep so much away from me and I didn’t even notice. Now I’m left all alone. Josh is half way across the world, I can’t even reach him. Its only wise we agree fast and abort the pregnancy. I believe God would forgive us(me). My mum broke the silence again; “so what do you want”?
Me: Abortion! I exclaimed.
Mum: What? Have you had one before?
Me: No, No, No. I just think its the best option.

She obviously was not in support, she must have given it some thought but never expected me to say it or even think about it. We had a really long silence until my aunt came in to remind us Lagos is a long drive and it was getting late. Xxxxx my hospital room, the nurses, the caterers, and especially Doctor Olu. He practically saved my life. I had a lot of cards and friends. Walking through my therapy hall (dialysis and chemo) was awesome, but tears dropped. A lot of these people I met, some died, others I’m leaving here, who am I to choose my own fate? Who am I to question God? Who am to kill an innocent soul?. But who am I not to demand a better life??.

Dear M’ADE readers, please what would you advice? Do I keep it and hope it’s Josh’, or do I keep it and leave in the mystery of finding the rapist and then identify the father of my unborn child long after its born? Or do I get rid of it and start afresh??? Please help me! My mum and I are confused!
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AISHA n JOSH 6

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After about 10minutes drive, passing by several checkpoints with just about a hundred or two tipping the policemen at the checkpoints off, they wouldn’t bother to check or even have the slightest glimpse at my teary eye which might raise suspicions, this made me realise these guys know their way. I am surely not their first, as they drove pass, they smiled at the policemen and stretched their bloody hands towards them. I couldn’t be bothered about my next scene but all that clogged up my mind was what i last saw of my Josh.
It was so hard to mention what i saw Josh doing in the last episode not because i caught him with another girl, that i have seen before with the guy i broke up with before Josh(in episode 1). Maybe its not as shocking as it sounds but its the least i ever thought of.
On getting to Josh’s house(our house) after several knocks on the door and knuckles bleeding, I peeped through the window, the sight of him sniffing coke made me drop a tear, but the sight of another girl, tying him up to his bed and shoving into his throat another man’s penis was hell! I can’t think of a word to use, because right now, the thought of the whole drama and his excitement makes me scream into my own ears, makes me wonder what i ever saw in him, what i was thinking to have allowed him use me up to the point of loss and self rejection. Josh isn’t only dealing drugs,he is a liar, a thief, a flirt, a cheat and even Bisexual – !!!!!
As i shook my head to this picture, a slap landed on my wrist, as the thugs(yes! They are thugs) pushed me out of the car, and dragged me by my waist into the bush, my legs hurt, my knees bruised and my eyes looked into the dark sky for mercy. But none of these men looked down at me, they were too angry at chief’s call and too excited to rest their heads in camp. I was tied to a pillar, they lit up their cigars and wandered around the uncompleted building aka camp. I could hear them deliberate on what to do with me. I prayed hard and sang to my Lord, called on the best of his names to forgive me and have mercy on me. I couldn’t imagine the simplest torture, I just wished what happened in movies could happen, I wished my late father would appear but No he didn’t. They had too much alcohol already before they came back to where i was, i was too tired from crying to even look up at them, as i was even too scared to look into their red-wicked eyes, i was untied and asked to take off my clothes.
I didn’t struggle with them but my process was too slow to condone, my dress was ripped off, who would think hands could tear cotton, well it did, i was half naked and was pushed to the ground, my head hit the pillar in series just before i hit the ground, i must have fainted, that must have been God’s way of answering my prayers, i was pounded in rounds and almost turn apart, Pain was inevitable but struggle was no longer in my grips, i yearned for help for couldn’t even hear myself, their voices echoed in my head, but my head ached too much to put all the words together and come up with a sensible sentence. It took forever for them to be done with me, I had to stop counting on getting to the third guy, I lost hope and literally I called upon the angel of death, He didn’t answer me, I begged God to just take my life but he had his mind made up, I just laid helplessly got bruised with no pleasure, no protection, no mercy..
My head kept bleeding until one of them noticed coupled with my heartbeat, they feared i’ld be dead soon, i was bundled up by two while the other two light up the path through which i was rushed to, sooner than i imagined i was dropped from a height(their shoulder) into the bush, I screamed out loud, non-stop hoping someone would at least find my body even if that were my last. They were too busy trying to escape rather than shut me up. I called out to my mother’s name and that of my late Father’s how fast asleep could they have been to let me suffer this much.
Which of the pains do i nurse first, that of my head, my thighs that could no longer move or that of the inner lining of my womb that gushed like the just launched bore-hole? It was certain i wouldn’t survive the night but i used my last breath to pray for heaven and help console my lonely mother. As my breath fade, so did my eyes dim and so did that torch shine into my eyes……

99names of Allah and usage…..2

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AL WADUD: THE LOVING

If there is a qurrel between two people, and one of them repeats this
name 1,000 times over some food and has the other person eat the food,
there will be no disagreement between them.

AL MAJID: THE GLORIOUS

He who repeats this Name gains glory.

AL BAITH: THE RESURRECTOR

He who repeats this Name gains the fear of Allah.

AL SHAHID: THE WITNESS

He who has a rebellious child and repeats this Name to the child, the child will be obedient.

AL HAQQ: THE TRUTH

If one has lost something and repeats this Name, he will find what is lost.

AL WAKIL: THE TRUSTEE

He who is afraid of drowning, being burnt in a fire, or any similar danger, and repeats this Name continuously (from time to time), will be under the protection of Allah.

AL QAWIY: THE ALMIGHTY

He who cannot defeat his enemy, and repeats this Name with the intention of not being harmed, will be free from his enemys harm.

AL MATIN: THE FIRM

If one has troubles and repeats this name, his troubles will disappear.

AL WALIY: THE NEAREST FRIEND

He who repeats this Name is likely to be a waliullah, the friend of Allah.

AL HAMID: THE PRAISEWORTHY

He who repeats this name will be loved and praised.

AL MUHSI: THE ACCOUNTANT

He who is afraid of being questioned on the judgment day, and repeats this Name 1,000 times, will have easiness.

AL MUBDI: THE ORIGINATOR

If this Name is repeated and breathed towards a pregnant woman who is afraid of aborting, she will be free of danger.

AL MUID: THE RESTORER

If this Name is repeated 70 times for someone who is away from his family, that person will return safely.

AL MUHYI: THE BESTOWER OF LIFE

If a person has heavy burden and repeats this Name seven times each day, his burden will be taken away.

AL MUMIT: THE CAUSER OF DEATH

The name is repeated to destroy ones enemy.

AL HAYY: THE LIVING

He who repeats this Name will have long life

AL QAYYUM: THE SELF-SUBSISTING

He who repeats this Name will not fall into inadvertency.

AL WAJID: THE FINDER

He who repeats this Name will have richness of heart.

AL MAJID: THE NOBLE

He who repeats this Name, his heart will be enlightened.

AL WAHID: THE ONE

He who repeats this Name alone and in a quiet place will be free from fear and delusion.

AL AHAD: THE ONLY ONE THE ONE

He who repeats this Name 1,000 times will have certain secrets opened to him.

AL SAMAD: THE ETERNAL ABSOLUTE

He who repeats this Name many times, Allah will provide his needs, and as a result he will not need others, but they will need him.

AL QADIR: THE POWERFUL

He who repeats this Name, all his desires will be fulfilled.

AL MUQTADIR: THE PROSSESSOR OF POWER

He who repeats this Name will be aware of the truth.

AL MUQADDIM: THE FOREMOST

He who repeats this Name on the battlefield, or who has fear of being alone in an awe-inspiring place, no harm will come to him.

AL MUAKHKHIR: THE DEFERRER

He who repeats this Name in his heart 100 times each day, only love of Allah will remain. No other love can enter.

AL AWWAL: THE FIRST

He who would like to have a child, or would like to come together with a person who is traveling, repeats this Name 1,000 times for 40 Fridays.

AL AKHIR: THE LAST

He who repeats this Name many times will lead a good life and at the end of this life will have a good death.

AL ZAHIR: THE MANIFEST

He who repeats this Name 15 times after Friday (cuma) prayer, divine light (Nur) will enter his heart.

AL BATIN: THE HIDDEN

He who repeats this Name three times each day will be able to see the truth in things.

AL WALI: THE GOVERNOR

He who repeats this Name and breathes it into his house, his house will be free from danger.

AL MUTAALI: THE SUPREMELY EXALTED

He who repeats this Name many times will gain the benevolence of Allah.

AL BARR: THE RIGHTEOUS

He who repeats this Name to his child, this child will be free from misfortune.

AL TAWWAB: THE ACCEPTOR OF REPENTANCE

He who repeats this Name many times, his repentance will be accepted.

AL MUNTAQIM: THE AVENGER

He who repeats this Name many times will be victorious against his enemies.

AL AFUW: THE PARDONER

He who repeats this Name many times, all his sins will be forgiven.

AL RAUF: THE KIND

He who repeats this Name many times will be blessed by Allah.

AL MALIKAL-MULK: THE KING OF SUPREME DOMINON

He who repeats this Name will have esteem among people.

AL DHAL-JALALI WAL IKRAM: THE LORD OF MAJESTY, GLORY, AND HONOR

He who repeats this Name times will be rich.

AL MUQSIT: THE JUST

He who repeats this Name will be free from the harm of the devil.

AL JAMI: THE GATHERER

He who repeats this Name will find the things that he lost.

AL GHANIY: THE RICH

He who repeats this Name will be contented and not covetous.

AL MUGHNI: THE ENRICHER

He who repeats this Name ten times for ten Fridays will become self-sufficient.

AL MANI: THE PREVENTER

He who repeats this Name will have a good family life.

AL DRR: THE DISTRESSER

Those who are in a low class, if they repeat this name on Friday Night, their status will be raised

AL NAFI: THE BENEFITER

He who repeats this Name for four days as many times as he can, no harm will come to him.

AL NUR: THE LIGHT

Those who repeat this Name will have inner light.

AL HADI: THE GUIDE

Those who repeat this Name will have spiritual knowledge.

AL BADI: THE INCOMPARABLE

Those who repeat this Name 70 times in the following way, all his trouble will disappear:

AL BAQI: THE ENDURING

He who repeats this Name 100 times before sunrise will be free from all disaster throughout his life, and will be shown mercy in the hereafter.

AL WARITH: THE INHERITOR

He who repeat this Name will have long life.

AL RASHID: THE UNEERRING

He who repeat this Name 1,000 times between early evening prayer (Maghrib) and night prayer (Isha), his troubles will be cleaned up.

AL SABUR: THE MOST PATIENT

He who is in trouble, difficulty or sorrow and repeats this Name 3,000 times, will be rescued from his difficulty.

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