That Allah is to be praised for His goodness toward us as well as His harshness, which is the rough cloth that polishes the mirror of our heart with our tears. On the path of Love, it is the tears of the heart that water the rose of wisdom.
Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.
Posted by darwisiy at 2:02 AM
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Good post.
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