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I was on a journey to find my core, Through heartaches deep, in search of something true. A soul adrift, emotions all askew, In quest of worth, I longed for something more. Through winding paths where shadows seemed to creep, I sought for treasures in life's vast array, Yet each pursuit left me in disarray, As yearning eyes welled up with tears to weep. In the final dusk, clarity emerged, A whisper soft, a truth that set me free. The love of Allah, a balm, a key, Now, in His grace, my troubled heart has surged. Remembrance of what's vital, pure release, In His love, my soul finds lasting peace. The lesson I learned in pursuit of importance, our hearts misled, Messing the threads of truth, chasing illusions we bred. If you inquire of true remembrance, I'd share the extract—life's secret recipe. Remembrance, a tapestry woven in the mind, Threads of cherished moments, in our hearts entwined.
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC
in the name of remembrance
I was on a journey to find my core, Through heartaches deep, in search of something true. A soul adrift, emotions all askew, In quest of worth, I longed for something more. Through winding paths where shadows seemed to creep, I sought for treasures in life's vast array, Yet each pursuit left me in disarray, As yearning eyes welled up with tears to weep. In the final dusk, clarity emerged, A whisper soft, a truth that set me free. The love of Allah, a balm, a key, Now, in His grace, my troubled heart has surged. Remembrance of what's vital, pure release, In His love, my soul finds lasting peace. The lesson I learned in pursuit of importance, our hearts misled, Messing the threads of truth, chasing illusions we bred. If you inquire of true remembrance, I'd share the extract—life's secret recipe. Remembrance, a tapestry woven in the mind, Threads of cherished moments, in our hearts entwined.
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22/F/Pakistan
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC
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