Friday, 8 June 2018
Monday, 4 June 2018
Dhuha
I don't recall the last time I teared with joy. Well come to think of it, perhaps today's tears weren't of happiness too. I felt embarrassed and unworthy. Despite my grave shortcomings, I'm still being continuously blessed with Allah's Rahmah.
This morning, I was alone. The Vineyard candle was being burned to replace the anxious sentiments attached to its humble scent. The blue sky beamed an instinctive beacon of guidance, that clarity comes with patience, and patience comes to those with a compass. The sun blazed through the gap with great gravity, heating a primitive reminder - Feel. Feel the seen and the unseen.
I've been calling my cats in the 'Far Horizons' tune from Skyrim. "Amy where Amy... Samu where Samu...". I hope you'll give it a listen. My cats have genuine hearts.
This morning, I was alone. The Vineyard candle was being burned to replace the anxious sentiments attached to its humble scent. The blue sky beamed an instinctive beacon of guidance, that clarity comes with patience, and patience comes to those with a compass. The sun blazed through the gap with great gravity, heating a primitive reminder - Feel. Feel the seen and the unseen.
I've been calling my cats in the 'Far Horizons' tune from Skyrim. "Amy where Amy... Samu where Samu...". I hope you'll give it a listen. My cats have genuine hearts.
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