بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
One fifty four AM
It happened, it really has, a convergence of roads, from a plethora of possible plans, they came together, not the will of a man, but the gift of my Rabb, Who knew this since the moment we began. Just a slight tinge of sadness to color the present, something long lived with, a tiny price to pay for the seeking of Bliss. My Moon continues to shine, regardless of clouds, regardless of climes, ever in red and picturesque, her orbit endures, chasing of khair the very best.
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