senses
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Eternal Life
Between cradle and grave our lives sway, O Allah gives us fortitude to bear pain, The pang of parting,is so severe, Still from the tomb their voice arise, Which humans not,other creatures hear, No breath now can moved the lips, Nor sounds would enter those ears, Icy hands of death benumbed those senses, Possessions vanish…
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Echoes of Silence
In echoes of silence,my heart hears Divine Whispers, This earthly soul is in chains, where I’m a prisoner, You are the Malik, You are the King of this wretched heart, The remembrance of Al-Muhaymin,makes me oblivious of myself, I’m just a dust,who is in awe,of her Creator, My soul beats wings,hoping to meet The Most…
uzmasaad 