Oh, fragile heart, Are you constantly broken and unoccupied? Dear deed, are you running on empty? Like a cave exhausted with void? Could it be the love for the world Thats losing all your control Focused on the current Not even a hand-carry to the afterworld? Oh, dear heart and hands that can touch Time to pack and fill up your luggages Lock it with love in the beauty of poverty In the form of good deeds and charity Reach out and drown all your sorrows To the depths of the Quran Through the conversations of Allah Only then will your silence make a sound. 25.03.2014 Nurul Ain AL
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 15:46:27 +0000
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