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Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 62 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem Directly seen the modern world, With understanding and notable fact, Some rightfully claim direct knowledge is substantial. Some soothingly say unique expertise is substantial; Extensive knowledge promptly from practical experience. Aswell possible experience naturally comes from the necessary knowledge. This is naturally what most of us, We sincerely believe and follow hastily. But we naturally forget about the ultimate truth, The eternal truth; that the divine creator is asunder; From the extensive knowledge and direct experience. He amply proved, through his Beloved.' That none above naturally required, Except his eternal love towards his Beloved And towards his unique creations! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 62
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 62 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem Directly seen the modern world, With understanding and notable fact, Some rightfully claim direct knowledge is substantial. Some soothingly say unique expertise is substantial; Extensive knowledge promptly from practical experience. Aswell possible experience naturally comes from the necessary knowledge. This is naturally what most of us, We sincerely believe and follow hastily. But we naturally forget about the ultimate truth, The eternal truth; that the divine creator is asunder; From the extensive knowledge and direct experience. He amply proved, through his Beloved.' That none above naturally required, Except his eternal love towards his Beloved And towards his unique creations! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
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