Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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My Son, the dawn approaches,
O' My Allah, what has happened?
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.
Habib Ibn Mazahir-
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
An angelic moon
Karbala’s poets
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
“You’ll remember this when I’m dead,”
How a street turned silent