بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
kindling
from 4.11
earlier today, as before it's been, when everywhere else in life, things looked a little dim, it was your moments of silence, reminding me a bit, of why I started this journey at its beginning. the reason is simple, plain as ice on the peak of a mountain, for merely the chance, to find you at road's end, the twin who mirrors in whole my essence. your passion runs in your veins, hiding in the color-red, reveling in that which is worthy of chase: ideals and dreams and love, what this life could never erase. your fitrah is noble, allow it its grace, always willing and always able, to find with its Rabb your place. our souls need a chance to breathe, not the smog of dunya, but the fresh wind of ascending belief, lifting us higher beyond the rarest of airs, as we inhale the deepest blessings, among those for whom He always cared, was always protecting.
from 4.11
earlier today, as before it's been, when everywhere else in life, things looked a little dim, it was your moments of silence, reminding me a bit, of why I started this journey at its beginning. the reason is simple, plain as ice on the peak of a mountain, for merely the chance, to find you at road's end, the twin who mirrors in whole my essence. your passion runs in your veins, hiding in the color-red, reveling in that which is worthy of chase: ideals and dreams and love, what this life could never erase. your fitrah is noble, allow it its grace, always willing and always able, to find with its Rabb your place. our souls need a chance to breathe, not the smog of dunya, but the fresh wind of ascending belief, lifting us higher beyond the rarest of airs, as we inhale the deepest blessings, among those for whom He always cared, was always protecting.
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