MY HEREAFTER PROJECT DONATES TO ORPHAN SMILE FOUNDATION

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ALHAMDULILLAH!!!  ALHAMDULILLAH!!

🌜MHP  🌛  DONATES TO . 📍ORHAN AND NEEDY SMILE📍(KOKOFU BRANCH)

Alhamdulilah our long awaited donation has been done today (13 may,  2016).
We were able to donate the following items to the orphans and the aged
Rice.                          50kg
Sugar.                       50kg
T-roll.                      3pcks
Washing powder.   I bucket
Kalyppo.                  3boxes
Cooking oil.               25kg.

Orphan And needy   smile organisation recieved us with joy and they extend their sincere gratitude to all those who donated , and all those who helped made this project a success,  they say a very big THANK YOU and MAY GOD RICHLY BLESS YOU.

May Allah bless all of us who donated and grant those of us who wished to donate but ddnt have the means to a better Chance to donate in shaa Allah.
May we all be reunited in jannah aaamin🙏🏻🙏🏻

Lets keep our contributions and donations coming in shaa Allah
Call..... 0505055070
MTN   money.... 0540192970
Airtel money.... 0267716616
Email.    Ummi.ug@gmail.com

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