بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
On what I am, on who I'd be, there's no expiration date, no ending of this lease. A promise made once, is a promise forever kept, by permission of my Rabb, this is what I'll always be, who I've always been. There's no rush for Destiny, it's coming of its own accord, as He wills it form, with dua to shape from it our ease.
If the time ever comes, when all it does is pour, and shelter seems long gone, then such a moment is in part, what He's made me for: an umbrella and a shield of yours, to guard against all elements, keeping what's most precious, in certainty secure.
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