ShredRite Facebook ad: “Old Quran, kitab and madrasah book collection in Singapore”

Running for 28 days since September 26, 2026. Crush last saw it on October 24, 2026.
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The family chat had settled the sofa, the fridge and the dining table. Then Kakak sent a photo of the religious books. “Who's taking these?” For the first time that evening, nobody replied. We had been helping Mak clear the family home for weeks. Most decisions happened in that chat, between work messages and photographs of whatever someone had opened next. Abang wanted the dining table. A cousin could use the spare bed. Kakak had found someone to take the curtains once we measured them. There were still things to do, but each message usually moved something along. The books stopped us. In the photograph were Qurans, kitab, booklets and folders of religious notes. Some were familiar from childhood. Others had arrived during years when we were busy with our own homes and hadn't noticed the cupboards filling up. “We should ask Mak first,” I typed. “I did,” Kakak replied. “She says we can go through them together.” So we chose Saturday. I arrived carrying packing tape and a marker. Abang brought extra bags. We thought it would be another task to finish before lunch. Mak put a cloth over the table and brought the first stack out herself. She opened a kitab near the middle. A folded sheet was tucked inside. She recognised the handwriting immediately and put it beside her chair. Abang reached for a volume he remembered Ayah reading. “This one was always next to his seat.” Mak checked the pages before passing it across. “Still good. Take it if you'll read it.” He put it beside his keys. That became our rhythm. Open a book. Check it. Ask Mak. Decide where it belonged. Some went back onto her shelf. A few useful copies went into our own bags. We made a small pile to offer to relatives, with photographs clear enough for them to see what we meant. Then Kakak opened a Quran whose binding had come away. She held the cover while Mak gathered the loose section underneath it. “What about this one?” Nobody suggested taking it home to read. But nobody wanted to make a careless decision about it either. We set it down beside the other damaged materials. By lunchtime, the useful books had destinations. The worn ones had acquired a new container. That was as far as we got. Over the following week, our chat filled with suggestions. Someone would ask a friend. Someone remembered hearing about a collection service. I sent an article that explained general disposal methods but didn't tell us how to arrange anything locally. Mak wanted to know what would happen to the materials. Abang wanted to know where they would be taken. Kakak asked who could be at the flat when the collection happened. We were each answering a different part of the question, and none of us had the whole arrangement. On the next visit, I suggested bringing the container home with me. Kakak looked at the packing tape in my hand. “And then?” I pictured the space beneath my own shelves. There was room there, if I moved a few things. But she hadn't asked where I would put the container. She had asked what I would do next. I put the tape down. “Let me find a collection option we can all look at.” That evening, I found ShredRite's information on collecting Qurans, kitab and madrasah books in Singapore. I read through it before sending it to the family. Doorstep collection. The materials weighed in front of the customer. Transport to the facility for P-5 micro-shredding, then recycling. There was a process we could discuss from beginning to end. I put the link in the chat with a few plain details underneath. The weighing would happen at the flat. The shredding would happen at the facility. We could send questions about the materials through WhatsApp before confirming the collection. Kakak replied with a question about the loose notes. Abang asked about the price. For books, it was S$5.50/kg, plus the usual S$20 booking fee. Either mosque referral code would reduce that booking fee to S$10. The weight rate would stay the same. I sent those details too. Then I took my phone over to Mak, because a family chat agreeing on something was not the same as her having the information. We sat at the table and read the collection page together. She asked which books we had kept aside and wanted to look at the damaged pile once more. We did that before sending the booking request through WhatsApp for confirmation. There was a small booklet she decided to keep. Kakak found a photograph tucked inside another cover. We checked the folders so personal notes wouldn't leave with materials we meant to dispose of. This time, when we finished sorting, we knew what would happen next. I was at the flat on collection day. Mak stood with me while the materials were weighed at the doorstep. We could see what was being collected and watch the weighing before the team took them away. Afterwards, I went back to the family chat. “Books collected. Mak's copies are on her shelf. The books you chose are beside the door.” Abang replied first. “Coming for mine after work.” Kakak sent a message about the photograph we had found. She wanted a copy for her daughter. Mak was already in the kitchen, asking whether I would stay for lunch. There was still work to do in the flat. The curtains needed taking down. Someone had left a cupboard full of empty containers. Abang had promised to check the measurements for the table. But the religious books were no longer the question we kept passing around. The copies Mak wanted stayed with her. Useful books had gone to people who wanted them. The damaged materials had been collected through a process we had read and understood together. If your family is clearing a home, start with those decisions. What should stay? What can be passed on? Which religious materials are ready for disposal? ShredRite offers doorstep collection in Singapore. Books cost S$5.50/kg. Use ALEEM10 for Masjid Abdul Aleem Siddique or KHALID10 for Masjid Khalid to reduce the usual S$20 booking fee to S$10. Choose one code; the discounts do not combine and the weight rate remains unchanged. View the service details and send your collection request through WhatsApp for confirmation. Share the page in the family chat so everyone can read the same information before you arrange the next step.
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Old Quran, kitab and madrasah book collection in Singapore
S$10 booking fee with code
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