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They burn their own selves
Hence, light at night is seen by His Slaves
Tonight we are heading as guests
Towards that Blessed House…

A poem inspired while seated beside outside the wall of Rawdha Shareef

Here it is, O Dear! Here it is…, Arabia in flesh and blood here is!

Contemplating the value of meeting those in the heart, the agony of parting, and the search for comfort and connection.

The cursed devil is selling that fruit for free
His slaves unable to identify that Forbidden Tree
He has chained the slaves of God
In their own lands they are tied…