Muharram the beginning but never the end
It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
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It’s the first day of the month, when a mother dresses her children in black, pakeezah (pure) attire, putting away all party outfits and bringing out modest, simple clothing.
Zuhayr ibn al-Qayn.
John bin Huwai.
O whose Master I am,
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
And there, his Beloved sees him,
I stand between the sun and the moon
I keep searching the dictionary for the perfect word for bravery
Oceans of light
A daughter is a quiet cave