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.
Apakah erti risalah yang kuterima
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
O whose Master I am,
Karbala’s poets
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
With the echoes of azan e fajr
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
What is the cost of loyalty?
I made my home a sanctuary
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
How a street turned silent