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The call to prayer echoed through my apartment window as I deleted another dating app, my thumb jabbing the screen like it owed me money. Another "halal date" request had dissolved into a debate about whether holding hands before marriage was "technically haram." I stared at the empty teacup beside me, its dregs mirroring my exhaustion. Five years of swiping left on incompatible souls had left me with algorithmic whiplash—profiles flaunting beach bodies instead of prayer mats, bios boasting abou

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