As I return from luton Matmi Jaloos to home, I find myself engulfed by severe fever, sore throat and a killing headache. Im alone at home as my family is away. I sit next to fire in dark and remember the calamities that befell the family of Prophet (pbuh and his infallible progeny) because no matter how much pain we suffer from just the word shaaam drowns out all other pain, ya hussain a.s there is no bigger sacrifice then yours, Oh abid beemar a.s there is no bigger test then yours. And oh my lady zainab s.a there is no greater pain then yours. Inshallah Maula waris, Ya Ali a.s Madad
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 22:40:24 +0000
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