O Allah, help me. Help me get
To where that fountain bursts;
And when I get there Allah, let
Me quench my burning thirst
By him whose hands were raised for me,
O Allah, let me meet
Your Mukhtar. Khalid longs to be
Beside his blessed feet.
Archives for June 14, 2018
The Twenty-eighth of Ramadan
Hope is like the waning moon
That flees the starlit night
But only for returning soon
A floating silver scythe
To cut the ties of apathy
And cast aside despair
Let the ink of tawbah dye
This dark and silent satin sky