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9-1-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · April 24, 2020 ·

This must be the first wave
Of Rahmah from You
That I woke up today
Realizing it’s true

I’m lesser compared
With the souls I have mocked
Much lesser in view
Of the path I have walked

Cast my heart on the hearth
Of this furnace divine
Let it be of the ones
That You choose to refine

Poetry, Ramadan

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