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I love @mrs.nicolemartinez story, very inspirational! Nicole post "September of 2014, right after I came back from my honeymoon, the unexpected happened. I got laid off from my job. I just started my business @ywcountdown a month before this happened and didn't know how I was going to continue paying for my bills. - Instead of being scared, I said 'you know what, crap happens and I need to hustle and figure out a plan.' Within that same month, I did not go looking for another job, I did the scary move and decided to work for myself. And you know what happened? I ended up making the most money I've ever made in my life within that same month! - I'm now starting a new journey; I'm going to help businesses with their brand, sales and graphic design so that they are able to live confortably doing what they love. If you're a businessowner or trying to become one, follow my new page @mrs.nicolemartinez for tips, advice and most importantly, motivation. ": FROM OFF ENTREPRENEUR I love @mrs.nicolemartinez story, very inspirational! Nicole post "September of 2014, right after I came back from my honeymoon, the unexpected happened. I got laid off from my job. I just started my business @ywcountdown a month before this happened and didn't know how I was going to continue paying for my bills. - Instead of being scared, I said 'you know what, crap happens and I need to hustle and figure out a plan.' Within that same month, I did not go looking for another job, I did the scary move and decided to work for myself. And you know what happened? I ended up making the most money I've ever made in my life within that same month! - I'm now starting a new journey; I'm going to help businesses with their brand, sales and graphic design so that they are able to live confortably doing what they love. If you're a businessowner or trying to become one, follow my new page @mrs.nicolemartinez for tips, advice and most importantly, motivation. "

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My father lost his job in Ramadan About five years ago, I pulled into my driveway and saw my father’s car. I immediately knew that something was wrong. He never came home earlier than 5:30 or 6. My father being home at 1:30 on a weekday just didn’t make sense. Confused, I walked inside. “Daddy, how come you’re home so early today?” “I got laid off.” His voice was calm. His response almost nonchalant. Me on the other hand, I was crushed. I rushed to give him a hug, wanting to provide him some sort of comfort and to hide the tears that I couldn’t control. My father, a brilliant computer software engineer, had worked at the same company since before I was born. Almost three decades of the same commute to the same building, working in same cubicle, with the same colleagues. I didn’t understand. I didn’t pry or ask why, afraid I might make things worse. All I could muster was, “Are you okay?” “Alhamdulillah. I don’t have to work during Ramadan.” While I was a mess, worrying about his self-esteem, his feelings, my mother’s reaction, he was in a completely different place. This was my father’s third Ramadan and my fifth. I marveled at his acceptance of the situation. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t upset. He chose to believe that Allah was the Best of Planners. He chose to see the blessing in the trial. That Ramadan my father and I made the thirty minute drive to and from the masjid every night for isha and taraweeh prayers, returning home after 1AM. This wouldn’t have been possible given his normal work hours and demand. Because he no longer had to work during Ramadan he also had the opportunity to perform itikaaf in our masjid, another goal on his bucketlist that he thought would have to wait until retirement. During those 10 days and nights, my mother and I would cook and bring our Iftar to the masjid. We’d sit downstairs and open our fast together as a family, along with the other individuals who were staying in the masjid. There were many nights that I stayed upstairs in the women’s area after taraweeh. Then after tahujjud, we’d meet downstairs and keep each other company as we ate suhoor. Continued in comment comes below 👇@lawabidingmuslim: My father lost his job in Ramadan Read below My father lost his job in Ramadan About five years ago, I pulled into my driveway and saw my father’s car. I immediately knew that something was wrong. He never came home earlier than 5:30 or 6. My father being home at 1:30 on a weekday just didn’t make sense. Confused, I walked inside. “Daddy, how come you’re home so early today?” “I got laid off.” His voice was calm. His response almost nonchalant. Me on the other hand, I was crushed. I rushed to give him a hug, wanting to provide him some sort of comfort and to hide the tears that I couldn’t control. My father, a brilliant computer software engineer, had worked at the same company since before I was born. Almost three decades of the same commute to the same building, working in same cubicle, with the same colleagues. I didn’t understand. I didn’t pry or ask why, afraid I might make things worse. All I could muster was, “Are you okay?” “Alhamdulillah. I don’t have to work during Ramadan.” While I was a mess, worrying about his self-esteem, his feelings, my mother’s reaction, he was in a completely different place. This was my father’s third Ramadan and my fifth. I marveled at his acceptance of the situation. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t upset. He chose to believe that Allah was the Best of Planners. He chose to see the blessing in the trial. That Ramadan my father and I made the thirty minute drive to and from the masjid every night for isha and taraweeh prayers, returning home after 1AM. This wouldn’t have been possible given his normal work hours and demand. Because he no longer had to work during Ramadan he also had the opportunity to perform itikaaf in our masjid, another goal on his bucketlist that he thought would have to wait until retirement. During those 10 days and nights, my mother and I would cook and bring our Iftar to the masjid. We’d sit downstairs and open our fast together as a family, along with the other individuals who were staying in the masjid. There were many nights that I stayed upstairs in the women’s area after taraweeh. Then after tahujjud, we’d meet downstairs and keep each other company as we ate suhoor. Continued in comment comes below 👇@lawabidingmuslim

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