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,
Karbala’s poets
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
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
Oceans of light
A daughter is a quiet cave