It's the 27th night of Ramadan, and every other drop of rain may very well seal the doorway of hellfire for the one who's face is salt, and eyes is hallow of sincerity, of love, or of guilt.
I pray we receive our books in our right hands. Ameen.
Friday, July 25, 2014
27th Night of Ramadan
To kneel in submission until your knees grow a pair of lips and plead forgiveness. To expand the length of your arms in hopes that your fingertips will caress the iron gates of the seventh heaven. Or until the sky descends, bashful in your self-pity, hospitable to your desolation. If the same rain that brings to life the dead, soils your palms, and souls your heart, know the lightening strikes in rejoice to your being forgiven.
It's the 27th night of Ramadan, and every other drop of rain may very well seal the doorway of hellfire for the one who's face is salt, and eyes is hallow of sincerity, of love, or of guilt.
It's the 27th night of Ramadan, and every other drop of rain may very well seal the doorway of hellfire for the one who's face is salt, and eyes is hallow of sincerity, of love, or of guilt.
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