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Not For Sale

Khalid Mukhtar · February 1, 2021 · Leave a Comment

You can’t take away this soul
Even if you bring me hell
And I couldn’t sell it to you for
It isn’t mine to sell

You can’t take away my home
That is built upon a prayer
Like the call of Lady Āsiya
Extinguishing despair

‎إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ

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