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Privacy Policy

 At Heal With Rabia, the privacy of our visitors is extremely important to us.

We do not collect any personal information such as name, address, or phone number unless you voluntarily provide it through email communication.

Log Files

Heal With Rabia follows a standard procedure of using log files. These files log visitors when they visit websites. The information collected includes browser type, Internet Service Provider (ISP), date and time stamp, and referring pages. These are not linked to any information that is personally identifiable.

Cookies and Web Beacons

Heal With Rabia may use cookies to store information about visitors’ preferences and to optimize the experience by customizing our content.

Google AdSense

Some ads may be served by Google. Google uses cookies (including the DoubleClick cookie) to show ads to users based on their visit to this and other websites.

Users may opt out of personalized advertising by visiting Google’s Ads Settings.

Third Party Privacy Policies

Heal With Rabia’s Privacy Policy does not apply to other advertisers or websites.

Consent

By using our website, you hereby consent to our Privacy Policy and agree to its terms.

If you have any questions regarding this Privacy Policy, you may contact us at:

📧 healwithrabia@gmail.com

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