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(0) Fly perfectly straight and high, and show the fly out of the fly-bottle on your way. Rise to victory, far above the blue sky, Reap the reward: the opening of paradise! The road ahead is clear and open this way, with things small and big growing and disappearing up this way. You will see sunrises and sunsets waxing and waning, with mention of the moon and stars in the dark. Be mindful as you sway, it's got to be laser-sharp. There is no hard shoulder on this highway, miss it by an inch and risk losing everything forever! There is hope, there is light up high pick up your paintbrush, just like the sun does goodness knows how it sneaks in, right in the black canvas of the night, painting the first light lo, it shows up in heaven, the candle of the daylight. As long as there is a man and a woman, never give up, our canary bird can fly rosy or not, the nest in every morn nets a sunrise! (1) A woman indeed plucks up the courage she never had to look up to the stars be it for the guide or the light in the night. Fathima herself was the full Moon every night is thanks to her Godsent innate light. With it, she can bask in the full spread of the pi on top of its short decimals mounting high constantly as if countless stars in the sky. The time and space under the sun and that under Fathima's light are far apart from each other yet they coexist side by side. As she points out, "A circle (circumference) is masculine while pi (blank space) is feminine." Pi forms the circle with fine prints, decimal dots continue to spring, sprawling trillions of new digits, the bandwagon is still increasing. Connecting the dots is an untouched dream. The full moon pi picture is veiled, unseen at large, yet in short, 3.145 it can live! (2) Fathima flies her lock of hair in the lurking air of the transcended pi the primitive feminine does that, no wonder she is God's secret feminine opus! An immeasurable black hole lies in between the short and transcended pi, running like a river, dancing anew on every riverbank in the many curls of Fathima's jet black hair. She lent out a hair to the planet earth and crossed over like a silhouette without spilling out the colour of the transcended end of the pi. The earth takes it in the core in her heart as if it would keepsake it forever. Weaving the pi in Fathima embeds two hairs ties one perfect circle at the back and one at the front of the universe. Inside each hair the earth is finest fluid in the core none is as deep as high as proportionate a perfect flow. No time is as revealing no music is as sweet in this orb no force is as mighty nor as prevailing a true giant causing gravity and the heat at the earth's core. Matter and spirit mix free in the play both wax lyrical thanks to the pure resonance of 'Qun Be' the word of God! (3) The way to the earth's core is exposed to no masculine save the Angel of Death the lucky one. See both sides of the one lofty sky swathed in countless stars   but the day and night render through still remains an unseen one   Terra is shalet zeroed in Fathima is heaven on earth!   Up in the sky-high bank turning the starry bowl upside down Fathima took no star nor a pearl diving deep down the Arab water, the brightest luminary came after Muhammad (PBUH), in veil from the Night of Measures and into the flipside in the night she's gone without lifting the veil but left her penetrating mark. Few could find the shortcut contemplating on a blank canvas the Moon looks down into the abyss down the sea eyes on far for a mirror in the bottom on the as above so below matter since Godsent Fathima touched on the all-inclusive primitive water. The sun gets caught up in the very water drop she raised in the sky the ancient fold of time still unfurls with the sun-kissed flowers for the new hands yet the fingerprint on the sun remains only her! Azrael heads to Fathima around the year 632 after death touches down in Medina on his usual thin earth he steps.   But this time a little mundane dust couldn't be thicker he keeps descending deep down to the earth's centre following from Medina but the angel locates her inside the perfect circle a closed geometric figure. (4) Fathima is the female headline her secret is not all known when she would visit the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) he would stand up for her hold her hand and kiss it and seat her on his seat, she would do the same to the prophet when he would visit her like they did know each other in and outside the spheres of heaven and earth! She is the embodiment of the infinite feminine variations the first woman (spiritual) created following God's word Qun. Her is the mother tongue of the ever diversified feminine lingua no one woman on her own can rhyme with her alone she has no peer her rhetoric is unique like none other. The galactic run from planet to planet up on the starry ladder climbing high up the mountain heaven yet streams out like oval off their rock bottom stone until that unleashes the final run in perfect circle delving into the rhythm of the loop at the centre made of Fathima's hair charged by 'Qun' God's uncreated word.   Prophet David can sing on the bank of the river and can see the fish are jumping to him out of the water. The masculine is open form, eye on everywhere, but not her the woman is in juxtaposition her all-inclusive schema supplanting the details rest only on her. She is the unseen world within the world at best imagine her! Guess, through this inwardly open door who might disappear? It's nature before the scientist on ultimate discovery of the matter!   Aligning with her down the rainbow up high the land absorbs the grooming sky looking on the running rivers within her. Her words spread through like the smart cloud that flies far over the lands and valleys but not even the wind none other gets a sniff of the potion and melody it caries until that rain down without a hurdle without a visual she moves on at the target such a soul needs no after death lift from the angel of death. Before Azrael Fathima unties an arc of the circle then and there so not the earth but giant Azrael can take the pressure! Marked by a fluid discharge since then she is cooling this fire In Shaa Allah God willing when that she ajars only to be elixir!   (5) Draw a line thousand and one time Perfectly done still it won't be a straight one. Fly perfect straight to the sky Lucky you but won't be on a straight line. The waxing crescent moon's arc kisses the sky Little firefly mimics flies up and down down on the earth. Moves in golden ration 1.618 not the full two and gets the designing formula flawlessly full micro to macro all levels all the way to the true north!     Fathima being the original feminine eyeing at her taps in the knowhow of naturally feminine nature. And discovers the immanent pattern - the world is pre-designed and measured never was a coincidence. The creatures' creativity, scientist's science is to follow, discover working formulas like phi and pi. Play along it works until an unknown hour strikes comes with accurate knowledge dead on time numerically correct never miss taking a life away as if it was calculated beforehand before the birth. A newborn is born for a limited time already set but no one knows when it goes up   is a deadlock clock but it isn't so shrouded in the blueprint of the creatures' grand design there the clock ticks safe and sounds it never dies!   (6) Fathima hailing from the other side of the pool eyes on the ever live pre-design side of the creation! Then its corporeal face was only a water drop, the primitive one looks see-through it has dead zero knowledge of its lively other side of the pool. She comes closer and perfectly mirrors both sides that shines through on her reflected face on the water. An absolute new image that livens up the dead part Bang - Big Bang! The corporeal world gets the spark explodes out from the very first drop of the water! Fathima's appearance composed on the water miracle God reveals nature the finite and infinite, 0 and 1, future in the present and the death and life in play! Nature follows suit it just saw the perfect role model banged out but only to its corporeal set it aspires to be with its infinite reality yet! Fathima leaves the door open constructing a perfect circle, hardly straight, took the mixed bag of countless variations she zooms into the abyss irrational portion of the first matter, the primitive water drop and aces the circle with her hair that nothing can equate throughout the corporeal world. Done the math discovering the zero starting point at the bottom. The ocean of digit numbers, the DNA of all things material banged out of it, still, the zero is numberless irrational! (7) All things, within oneself and in a set constantly vibrate, strive to align with the enduring reality of itself. The atom vibrates to reach out to its immortal portion that doesn't die and is in the know of its lower base. The planets are in a defined circular orbit, accurately measured just the apex on top of their dynamic pyramid the pyramidon is tucked away; they too have an irrational portion in the circle. With the finest spin, they zoom in the spacious universe, in part and like the sun outside the constellations round they go never miss a target line yet to re-discover Fathima's perfect circle the origin of their digital essences' breakthrough the door to their transcended destination de jour. Lo the matter turns the last stone pulsing across the cosmos the mortal horizontal spread, the spirit returns home. The earth's swansong has a line it has a place in paradise it's not here to stay for good neither to perish forever! Matters form and break without losing the rope, it's not to paint the shades of the eternal blue but to ace an irrational portion in the circle at the heart of the earth, as above, so below.   The deep the high the perfect circle up and down the centre of gravitation for all! The matter at even or at odd the vibration within is fluid somewhere is parched there the arch matter must make a splash. Far away on a dark beach, the sea of the matters goes all in all the most glowed up physical firefly rises deep from the bottom pouring billowy potions the moon roams at the the front! (8) The seven seas swell up smoothly into the moonlight-dip oh, the waterless Moon at the core is still fasting. Led by time the sweet swan punting along the waves streams down the watery inner circle of the planets. Until stacks in the Moon no water in the last waterfront but paradise is on the other side of the pool!   The sun dips away into the night eyes on the eve baths in the shades of pink and gold, the dazzling hues soon turn to taupe. Drawing down painting the picture in full colour only to find the time is up on the halfway, yet to print a colour copy of the night! The other unseen half is passed down to the Moon tiptoeing in slow motion in the depths of the night barely keeping the head afloat in a fathomless ocean of shades of black hails from where knows no one.   The sun enkindles the moon half-lit keep itself half-sight away! As if it knows a Mehrem a veiled female is ahead on the sight! Wrapped in the eternal night beneath its black mole once the moon on the front approaching most close directly down to the centre of the earth eyes on over that inlaid string hairy black perfect circle never did it turn back the same gaze is still on orbiting around the earth in synchronous rotation. (9) The night ever in closed circle deepening fast into the wee hours of time In Shaa Allah I will see it with my own eyes before I die In an odd Ramadan night in the Night of Measures Fathima from the transcendental end of irrational heart will turn on top of the curve opening for the first time a 9-degree angle in the circle at the centre of the earth. Instantly the leading force, time will get the first sniff of the other world, so peaceful heart-melting serene. Rapturous time feeling an ounce of the enduring peace for the first time cutting all the corners with ease will propel into its yet uncharted golden mean. Scurrying to the peaceful realm time will be on its wings the full eyeball spectrum across the globe stunned, eying How fast time passes then on is incredibly quick! Fathima, the first spiritual woman on duty, will start pulling her hair back off the circle at the centre Juxtaposed in between the worlds of here and hereafter. She will take back every inch of it, the heavenly bodies will feel the pinch of her every little subtle pull that too is a boon helping them perfect their circle. (10) Soon she opens it just 9-degree wide at first the Moon will see a glimpse of the first drop of water. Without it, it's living perched without the water of life that's destined to rain down soon and the Moon back into its original pond shall revive! Mapping the pi's whole infinitesimals playground finally, Fathima will turn the circle upside down the sun then will rise in the western sky! By then under Fathima's hair's shaded closed circle lo, it sails far over the blue sky in the other world. The time is finally ticking fast to rain down with love paradise's welcoming schema rendering in waterpaint surfaces on the Moon, the most glowed up firefly, gently gleams over the sea of matters. Finally the natural galactic panache catches glimpses of their heavenly adopted, Miʿrāj performed, primitive water. There in the Moon with the seven seas leavening off its complete corporeal shell to be with the ultimate stately water nymph will dip in making a splash plopping into the pond of paradise!   For the matter ultimately is water and its extent is sound Fathima will fetch it the water of life and take it to the next life! Oh, the matter shall do both die and revive with Israfil's flute the cloud will fly out of the dead water on the ground, like the earth with chorus songs of the rain revives. When that a melodious nymph in the water makes waves see paradise is here the Moon over the sea can't take off its eyes. (11) Hang on though they all set ready on their horizontal span   to pull in such a fluid yet colourful descending like a rainbow swan. First chaste Fathima will evaporate her hair's perfume away that's yet lingering in the water warming it up to its premium no crowd then can see where this heady, fragrant cloud will fly! There are the momentum and delights where that will alight. Israfil might then blow his trumpet swooning the world away the secret will remain a secret exception is said in the Qur'an. A strange sound will silence the chorus of the innate digits collapsing the floating cosmos bubbling on their innate music.   The corporeal circle will collapse as if there is no base no pi the melody of the first word Qun means Be will still be loud supercalifragilisticexpialidocious so how can we all expire? Israfil too will play his reviving trumpet pure mellifluous and In Shaa Allah numerically perfect Fathima will rise amidst the resonant Qun as like she did in the beginning when except prophet Muhammad (PBUH) there was nothing! Now the earth once zeroed in beneath her hair will follow her the stunned terra will discover Fathima took her hair away only to shift the constellation up onto the upper world! The old songs of the planets the chorus of the digits will revive from the zero bases in the core the digital panache that dance planet upon the planet cause they are always at the perfect hertz. The narrative of the soulful melodious 'Qun Be' runs deep the essence of matter is digit and digit's essence is music indeed Indeed that is yet to come, the arts of the fine layers opening from the irrational pi, the finest one is to flower when Fathima will unloop her circled hair at the centre piercing the very immanent irrational cut that no creation can fathom only the loving creator Allah will turn odd to even in between the here and hereafter then the ocean stuck in deep salt shall turn to enduring potion! The As-Sirat shall turn to be the bridge to paradise the body shall revive with the enduring soul forever and Fathima couple shall enter paradise In Shaa Allah with ah with the rhapsody 'all praise is for Allah' Alhamdulillah!
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
Opening 9-Degree To Open Paradise
(0) Fly perfectly straight and high, and show the fly out of the fly-bottle on your way. Rise to victory, far above the blue sky, Reap the reward: the opening of paradise! The road ahead is clear and open this way, with things small and big growing and disappearing up this way. You will see sunrises and sunsets waxing and waning, with mention of the moon and stars in the dark. Be mindful as you sway, it's got to be laser-sharp. There is no hard shoulder on this highway, miss it by an inch and risk losing everything forever! There is hope, there is light up high pick up your paintbrush, just like the sun does goodness knows how it sneaks in, right in the black canvas of the night, painting the first light lo, it shows up in heaven, the candle of the daylight. As long as there is a man and a woman, never give up, our canary bird can fly rosy or not, the nest in every morn nets a sunrise! (1) A woman indeed plucks up the courage she never had to look up to the stars be it for the guide or the light in the night. Fathima herself was the full Moon every night is thanks to her Godsent innate light. With it, she can bask in the full spread of the pi on top of its short decimals mounting high constantly as if countless stars in the sky. The time and space under the sun and that under Fathima's light are far apart from each other yet they coexist side by side. As she points out, "A circle (circumference) is masculine while pi (blank space) is feminine." Pi forms the circle with fine prints, decimal dots continue to spring, sprawling trillions of new digits, the bandwagon is still increasing. Connecting the dots is an untouched dream. The full moon pi picture is veiled, unseen at large, yet in short, 3.145 it can live! (2) Fathima flies her lock of hair in the lurking air of the transcended pi the primitive feminine does that, no wonder she is God's secret feminine opus! An immeasurable black hole lies in between the short and transcended pi, running like a river, dancing anew on every riverbank in the many curls of Fathima's jet black hair. She lent out a hair to the planet earth and crossed over like a silhouette without spilling out the colour of the transcended end of the pi. The earth takes it in the core in her heart as if it would keepsake it forever. Weaving the pi in Fathima embeds two hairs ties one perfect circle at the back and one at the front of the universe. Inside each hair the earth is finest fluid in the core none is as deep as high as proportionate a perfect flow. No time is as revealing no music is as sweet in this orb no force is as mighty nor as prevailing a true giant causing gravity and the heat at the earth's core. Matter and spirit mix free in the play both wax lyrical thanks to the pure resonance of 'Qun Be' the word of God! (3) The way to the earth's core is exposed to no masculine save the Angel of Death the lucky one. See both sides of the one lofty sky swathed in countless stars   but the day and night render through still remains an unseen one   Terra is shalet zeroed in Fathima is heaven on earth!   Up in the sky-high bank turning the starry bowl upside down Fathima took no star nor a pearl diving deep down the Arab water, the brightest luminary came after Muhammad (PBUH), in veil from the Night of Measures and into the flipside in the night she's gone without lifting the veil but left her penetrating mark. Few could find the shortcut contemplating on a blank canvas the Moon looks down into the abyss down the sea eyes on far for a mirror in the bottom on the as above so below matter since Godsent Fathima touched on the all-inclusive primitive water. The sun gets caught up in the very water drop she raised in the sky the ancient fold of time still unfurls with the sun-kissed flowers for the new hands yet the fingerprint on the sun remains only her! Azrael heads to Fathima around the year 632 after death touches down in Medina on his usual thin earth he steps.   But this time a little mundane dust couldn't be thicker he keeps descending deep down to the earth's centre following from Medina but the angel locates her inside the perfect circle a closed geometric figure. (4) Fathima is the female headline her secret is not all known when she would visit the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) he would stand up for her hold her hand and kiss it and seat her on his seat, she would do the same to the prophet when he would visit her like they did know each other in and outside the spheres of heaven and earth! She is the embodiment of the infinite feminine variations the first woman (spiritual) created following God's word Qun. Her is the mother tongue of the ever diversified feminine lingua no one woman on her own can rhyme with her alone she has no peer her rhetoric is unique like none other. The galactic run from planet to planet up on the starry ladder climbing high up the mountain heaven yet streams out like oval off their rock bottom stone until that unleashes the final run in perfect circle delving into the rhythm of the loop at the centre made of Fathima's hair charged by 'Qun' God's uncreated word.   Prophet David can sing on the bank of the river and can see the fish are jumping to him out of the water. The masculine is open form, eye on everywhere, but not her the woman is in juxtaposition her all-inclusive schema supplanting the details rest only on her. She is the unseen world within the world at best imagine her! Guess, through this inwardly open door who might disappear? It's nature before the scientist on ultimate discovery of the matter!   Aligning with her down the rainbow up high the land absorbs the grooming sky looking on the running rivers within her. Her words spread through like the smart cloud that flies far over the lands and valleys but not even the wind none other gets a sniff of the potion and melody it caries until that rain down without a hurdle without a visual she moves on at the target such a soul needs no after death lift from the angel of death. Before Azrael Fathima unties an arc of the circle then and there so not the earth but giant Azrael can take the pressure! Marked by a fluid discharge since then she is cooling this fire In Shaa Allah God willing when that she ajars only to be elixir!   (5) Draw a line thousand and one time Perfectly done still it won't be a straight one. Fly perfect straight to the sky Lucky you but won't be on a straight line. The waxing crescent moon's arc kisses the sky Little firefly mimics flies up and down down on the earth. Moves in golden ration 1.618 not the full two and gets the designing formula flawlessly full micro to macro all levels all the way to the true north!     Fathima being the original feminine eyeing at her taps in the knowhow of naturally feminine nature. And discovers the immanent pattern - the world is pre-designed and measured never was a coincidence. The creatures' creativity, scientist's science is to follow, discover working formulas like phi and pi. Play along it works until an unknown hour strikes comes with accurate knowledge dead on time numerically correct never miss taking a life away as if it was calculated beforehand before the birth. A newborn is born for a limited time already set but no one knows when it goes up   is a deadlock clock but it isn't so shrouded in the blueprint of the creatures' grand design there the clock ticks safe and sounds it never dies!   (6) Fathima hailing from the other side of the pool eyes on the ever live pre-design side of the creation! Then its corporeal face was only a water drop, the primitive one looks see-through it has dead zero knowledge of its lively other side of the pool. She comes closer and perfectly mirrors both sides that shines through on her reflected face on the water. An absolute new image that livens up the dead part Bang - Big Bang! The corporeal world gets the spark explodes out from the very first drop of the water! Fathima's appearance composed on the water miracle God reveals nature the finite and infinite, 0 and 1, future in the present and the death and life in play! Nature follows suit it just saw the perfect role model banged out but only to its corporeal set it aspires to be with its infinite reality yet! Fathima leaves the door open constructing a perfect circle, hardly straight, took the mixed bag of countless variations she zooms into the abyss irrational portion of the first matter, the primitive water drop and aces the circle with her hair that nothing can equate throughout the corporeal world. Done the math discovering the zero starting point at the bottom. The ocean of digit numbers, the DNA of all things material banged out of it, still, the zero is numberless irrational! (7) All things, within oneself and in a set constantly vibrate, strive to align with the enduring reality of itself. The atom vibrates to reach out to its immortal portion that doesn't die and is in the know of its lower base. The planets are in a defined circular orbit, accurately measured just the apex on top of their dynamic pyramid the pyramidon is tucked away; they too have an irrational portion in the circle. With the finest spin, they zoom in the spacious universe, in part and like the sun outside the constellations round they go never miss a target line yet to re-discover Fathima's perfect circle the origin of their digital essences' breakthrough the door to their transcended destination de jour. Lo the matter turns the last stone pulsing across the cosmos the mortal horizontal spread, the spirit returns home. The earth's swansong has a line it has a place in paradise it's not here to stay for good neither to perish forever! Matters form and break without losing the rope, it's not to paint the shades of the eternal blue but to ace an irrational portion in the circle at the heart of the earth, as above, so below.   The deep the high the perfect circle up and down the centre of gravitation for all! The matter at even or at odd the vibration within is fluid somewhere is parched there the arch matter must make a splash. Far away on a dark beach, the sea of the matters goes all in all the most glowed up physical firefly rises deep from the bottom pouring billowy potions the moon roams at the the front! (8) The seven seas swell up smoothly into the moonlight-dip oh, the waterless Moon at the core is still fasting. Led by time the sweet swan punting along the waves streams down the watery inner circle of the planets. Until stacks in the Moon no water in the last waterfront but paradise is on the other side of the pool!   The sun dips away into the night eyes on the eve baths in the shades of pink and gold, the dazzling hues soon turn to taupe. Drawing down painting the picture in full colour only to find the time is up on the halfway, yet to print a colour copy of the night! The other unseen half is passed down to the Moon tiptoeing in slow motion in the depths of the night barely keeping the head afloat in a fathomless ocean of shades of black hails from where knows no one.   The sun enkindles the moon half-lit keep itself half-sight away! As if it knows a Mehrem a veiled female is ahead on the sight! Wrapped in the eternal night beneath its black mole once the moon on the front approaching most close directly down to the centre of the earth eyes on over that inlaid string hairy black perfect circle never did it turn back the same gaze is still on orbiting around the earth in synchronous rotation. (9) The night ever in closed circle deepening fast into the wee hours of time In Shaa Allah I will see it with my own eyes before I die In an odd Ramadan night in the Night of Measures Fathima from the transcendental end of irrational heart will turn on top of the curve opening for the first time a 9-degree angle in the circle at the centre of the earth. Instantly the leading force, time will get the first sniff of the other world, so peaceful heart-melting serene. Rapturous time feeling an ounce of the enduring peace for the first time cutting all the corners with ease will propel into its yet uncharted golden mean. Scurrying to the peaceful realm time will be on its wings the full eyeball spectrum across the globe stunned, eying How fast time passes then on is incredibly quick! Fathima, the first spiritual woman on duty, will start pulling her hair back off the circle at the centre Juxtaposed in between the worlds of here and hereafter. She will take back every inch of it, the heavenly bodies will feel the pinch of her every little subtle pull that too is a boon helping them perfect their circle. (10) Soon she opens it just 9-degree wide at first the Moon will see a glimpse of the first drop of water. Without it, it's living perched without the water of life that's destined to rain down soon and the Moon back into its original pond shall revive! Mapping the pi's whole infinitesimals playground finally, Fathima will turn the circle upside down the sun then will rise in the western sky! By then under Fathima's hair's shaded closed circle lo, it sails far over the blue sky in the other world. The time is finally ticking fast to rain down with love paradise's welcoming schema rendering in waterpaint surfaces on the Moon, the most glowed up firefly, gently gleams over the sea of matters. Finally the natural galactic panache catches glimpses of their heavenly adopted, Miʿrāj performed, primitive water. There in the Moon with the seven seas leavening off its complete corporeal shell to be with the ultimate stately water nymph will dip in making a splash plopping into the pond of paradise!   For the matter ultimately is water and its extent is sound Fathima will fetch it the water of life and take it to the next life! Oh, the matter shall do both die and revive with Israfil's flute the cloud will fly out of the dead water on the ground, like the earth with chorus songs of the rain revives. When that a melodious nymph in the water makes waves see paradise is here the Moon over the sea can't take off its eyes. (11) Hang on though they all set ready on their horizontal span   to pull in such a fluid yet colourful descending like a rainbow swan. First chaste Fathima will evaporate her hair's perfume away that's yet lingering in the water warming it up to its premium no crowd then can see where this heady, fragrant cloud will fly! There are the momentum and delights where that will alight. Israfil might then blow his trumpet swooning the world away the secret will remain a secret exception is said in the Qur'an. A strange sound will silence the chorus of the innate digits collapsing the floating cosmos bubbling on their innate music.   The corporeal circle will collapse as if there is no base no pi the melody of the first word Qun means Be will still be loud supercalifragilisticexpialidocious so how can we all expire? Israfil too will play his reviving trumpet pure mellifluous and In Shaa Allah numerically perfect Fathima will rise amidst the resonant Qun as like she did in the beginning when except prophet Muhammad (PBUH) there was nothing! Now the earth once zeroed in beneath her hair will follow her the stunned terra will discover Fathima took her hair away only to shift the constellation up onto the upper world! The old songs of the planets the chorus of the digits will revive from the zero bases in the core the digital panache that dance planet upon the planet cause they are always at the perfect hertz. The narrative of the soulful melodious 'Qun Be' runs deep the essence of matter is digit and digit's essence is music indeed Indeed that is yet to come, the arts of the fine layers opening from the irrational pi, the finest one is to flower when Fathima will unloop her circled hair at the centre piercing the very immanent irrational cut that no creation can fathom only the loving creator Allah will turn odd to even in between the here and hereafter then the ocean stuck in deep salt shall turn to enduring potion! The As-Sirat shall turn to be the bridge to paradise the body shall revive with the enduring soul forever and Fathima couple shall enter paradise In Shaa Allah with ah with the rhapsody 'all praise is for Allah' Alhamdulillah!
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Jan 13, 2020
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