RAMADAN 2017

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*PRISONS IFTAAR 2017*.

60 pesewas per meal; 1.80pesewas for a whole day meal 😢.
For one to avoid some diseases and have a successful fast, a person must avoid starving and also consume foods with very high nutritional value.

MYHEREAFTER PROJECT  brings to your doorstep this RAMADAN the maiden Prisons iftaar.
This project aims at making the fasting a little bit easier and comfortable for our brothers who find themselves in the prisons.

We plan on providing iftaar for the inmates of *Tamale Prison* Inmates throughout the Holy Month of Ramadan.

Providing for about 100 inmates for 30 days won't be an easy task, but with your usual support we believe we can achieve more than what we have imagined.

We are gathering donations both in cash and kind from the general Muslim ummah; from now till the end of Ramadan.

Kindly support us or call for more information on our contacts:
Mtn:(mobile money): 0540192970
Airtel(money) :0267716616

You can also read more about us on our blog:  ummuabuuha.blogspot.com.
Email: ummi.ug@gmail.com
Fbk: MY Hereafter Project

Don't be left out in this great reward acquiring deed in the greatest month on the Islamic calendar.
Asalamu Alaikum
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