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Family pictures 10 x more difficult with a child when you introduce a beach and water as the background

English follows. . ❤️[ご報告]❤️ . . 私事ですが、この度、新しい命を授かれ無事安定期に入りました 現在は妊娠中期17w、お腹も目立ちようになってきています最近胎動を感じはじめているので本当に面白いです! 性別はまだ判明していませんが、時期が来たらまた発表したいと思います 出産は冬⛄️になります。私たち夫婦も両方のご家族も楽しみにしています 皆さんに見守って頂ければ幸いです. . . . [Announcement] Alhamdulillah I'm pregnant and now in 17w (5th months, second trimester) My belly is getting bigger and I started to feel the baby moves inside me sometimes he/she moves like rolling around, sometimes give me some small kicks The baby will birth on the upcoming winter⛄️insya Allah . . I talk about my pregnancy story on my Youtube video uploaded today, please have a look! . . #musliminjapan #pregnancy #17w #winterbaby #muslimtraveler #hijabstyle #hijabtravelerind #妊娠中期 #妊婦コーデ

I have stood under the dome of the Sheikh Lotfollah Mosque (in Isfahan), arguably the most beautiful in existence, I have climbed the minarets of the grand Shah Mosque to stare at Naqs-e-Jahan from the eyes of a Safavid, I have grappled with the fragments of the Blue Mosque in Tabriz, I have also been reduced to a mere speck of dust by the Nasr ol Molk in Shiraz and finally I have prostrated without hesitation, repeatedly, in Mashhad, but none of these defeats were preparation. What to say, how does one armour a human chest of bones and tissue, of soft muscle and heavy blood, from splitting when the light of our glory, so heavily concentrated in this old city, penetrates constantly, in the lowest of frequencies until you are but repeating His name. This is the land of Musa and Harun, of Yusuf and his father Yaq'ub. The once abandoned and then once found. The sanctuary of faith that restores the full faith and once prepared, one's sight. The place that calls and then once subdued, absolutely delights. Who has not flocked here? Who does not gravitate towards their desert home? Because what else do we do but return to our al-Qahirah and observe our city of victory and our power of seat. Come here and I dare you to leave feeling weak and hopeless.

Cant get over this waterrr though subhanallah

It was such a honour that Muslim friendly menu at Hotel JAL city Naha, Okinawa, is named after me, "AYA MENU" The menu consists of 6 tasty meals with 1 selected drinks! . . Hotel JAL City Naha is located in the must-visit sightseeing spot, Kokusai Street. . . Moreover, Muslim friendly menu at Hotel Grand Mer Resort Okinawa named after mommy @cherizmiza and at traditional Japanese cuisine restaurant Yamabuki named after @sujimymohamad . . . Visit the muslim friendly Okinawa! . . #visitokinawa #beokinawa #hoteljalcitynaha #kokusaistreet #muslimfriendlyokinawa #halalinokinawa #halalinjapan #halaltrip #halaltravel #musliminjapan #igersjp #photooftheday #沖縄 #jalホテル那覇 #ムスリムメニュー #muslimfriendlyjapan #muslimtraveler #hijabstyle #hijabtraveler #japan

Mango Sticky Rice. Jajanan wajib tiap ke Bangkok. Paling enak menurut Nona di Khao San Road. Selain harganya juga 50 Baht (di tempat lain banyak yg diatas 100-180 baht), mangganya manis, ketannya pulen, isiannya lumayan banyak juga, coconut milknya enak Mau lagi . #nonaculinary #nonakulineran #nonaculinaryinbangkok #mangostickyrice

Have you ever thought of visiting an airport for a day out? Probably not. But have you seen the recently opened Jewel at Changi Airport, Singapore? It includes gardens, attractions, retail and dining facilities...and the world's largest indoor waterfall (pictured). If you're having a stopover here, shake off that jetlag in the beautiful gardens before your next flight. @changiairport @ill_bandit

MAKANAN HALAL. Walau sulit dicari di negeri orang. Klo jalan ke Platinum Shopping Mall, pas di depannya berjejer Makanan Halal. Kebanyakan emang seafood sih tapi ayam dan dagingnya juga sudah halal Rata-rata harganya 100-300 baht. Jangan kaget, di BKK street food emang murah bgt klo udah masuk harga 300 baht itu udah mahal . #nonaculinary #nonakulineran #nonaculinaryinbangkok #bangkokfood

On my last day in Islamic Cairo, the seat of power and majestic history, I entered the mausoleum of El-Sayeda Zainab. The granddaughter of the beloved of beloveds - our Muhammad (upon him be peace and blessings). Across the floors of this Mosque and Mausolem lay the poor, the broken and those that seek to escape the heat of the outside world by looking into the coolness of the inner. My relationship with shrines is odd, I visit again and again, firstly to look at the zeal of the pilgrims and their practises, and secondly, perhaps to wonder if in me will awaken the love that others adorn themselves with so easily. Standing outside the chamber and hesitant to enter, I listened to the singing, unwilling to interrupt or ruin the image I had drawn in my mind, imagining, if only, the love that drives these ordinary people to come and then like birds, sing and wail for all to hear with tight grips on the shrine. As I stood with my eyes shut unaware, I had become an obstacle on the path for those leaving, and as one old man brushed past me I noticed a line of others, all dressed in robes and cloaks, some with wooden walking sticks and others who looked like perpetual pilgrims and travellers. They did not fit in with those around them and I could have easily been in 13th century Cairo if I did not notice my own trousers and shirt. Saints or slaves, they all came and left. I stepped into the chamber of El-Sayeda Zainab, and witnessed this man clinging on. No other voice has moved me to this extent, except perhaps the man under the si-o-si pol in Isfahan exactly a year ago.