بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
hollowed like an oyster, don't know where's the pearl,
hallowed like a grave, don't know if I'm yet in there,
patience like a poison, from the fangs of time,
a charmer's not what I am, so every inch of me it bites,
waiting is this game, and there's no moves to make,
just for the die of fate to roll, see if Tomorrow becomes today.
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oh Allah, surround my Gardens with every thing I love,
let it help be what pushes, let it help be what pulls,
me towards seeking ever upward, that which calls above.
while an answer is what I think I need,
keep me with You always, at least then I'm surely found.
ameen
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