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9-24-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · May 6, 2021 · 1 Comment

My hands, they do my bidding
And my tongue says what I will
But the day will come
When my hands and tongue
Will have me standing still

Oh that shame of standing trial
Will it be too late to pray
Allah spare me please
Allah grant me ease
Let Your Rahmah save the day

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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  1. anm"ala dig till binance says

    August 26, 2025 at 1:41 am

    I don’t think the title of your article matches the content lol. Just kidding, mainly because I had some doubts after reading the article. https://www.binance.com/join?ref=P9L9FQKY

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