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There's a reason Jannah is not in her hands, but under her feet 🍃🌼

For if it was her palms, her selfless love would have handed it to you despite your deserving. It is the ground that bears her entire weight.

That is where heaven lies, and if you wish to achieve it- carry her weight. Wipe her tears. Give her hope. Kiss her hands.

Tell her you love her, in every tongue you speak. Clean for her. Cook for her. Strive for her. Do not simply hold her hand, for that is not where heaven lies. Bare her burdens.

You may never come close to the unconditional manner and loved in which she bared yours. But you may earn the key to the garden of eternal bliss locked beneath her feet.

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