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9-22-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Let injuries make me strong
And insults cleanse my ego
Till Your Praise becomes my song
And my company is Regal

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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    May 25, 2026 at 3:39 pm

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