mother
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The Woman before my Breath
In cradle of mother’s arm, A child finds pure solace and warmth, She watched her grow beneath her skin, An uncrowned queen,with a web of emotions! A soul full of grace,benignity and affection, Who is my guide in time of thorns, Mother dear mother, the years have been long, Since I ate your halwa,which was…
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Messenger of Peace
When cool breeze stirs the sylvan tresses, It whispers of Muhammad(s.a.w) the gentlest of all men, Beautiful baby is born out of Aaminah’s womb, Most graceful of all creations that Allah has created, Stood infront of his Maker,when night extends darkness, Eloquently he mentioned his Lord,preceded men in virtuousness, The one who took mankind out…
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