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تَحْيَا اللَّيَالِي بِصَوْتِ التَّرَاوِيحِ فِي الأَرْجَاء صُفُوفُ المُؤْمِنِينَ تَقِفُ كَتِفًا بِكَتِفٍ فِي دُعَاء مِنْ كُلِّ فَجٍّ وَصَوْبٍ، بَيَاضُ الثِّيَابِ يَسْطَعُ بِنُورٍ وَبَهَاء رَمَضَانُ فِي أَرْضِنَا حُلْمٌ جَمِيلٌ، يَجْمَعُنَا عَلَى الوفَاء The night is alive with the sound of Tarawih in the air Rows of believers standing together, shoulder to shoulder in prayer From every corner and direction, white robes softly gleam with beauty Ramadan in our land is a beautiful dream, gathering us in loyalty
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
: Day 5: The Masjids Glow
يَهْدَأُ الحَمَاسُ لِيُصْبِحَ إيقَاعاً إيمَانِيّاً ثَابِتَا يَتَعَلَّمُ الجَسَدُ الصَّبْرَ، رَغْمَ الغُبَارِ وَالحَرِّ صَامِتَا نَجِدُ الجَمَالَ فِي الانْضِبَاطِ وَالظَّمَأِ الذِي نُقَاسِيه لِيُذَكِّرَنَا أَنَّ الإِسْلَامَ نُورٌ لِلقَلْبِ وَمَا فِيه Excitement settles to become a steady spiritual rhythm The body learns patience, despite the dust and heat, silently We find beauty in discipline and the thirst we endure To remind us that Islam is a light for the heart and all within it
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
: Day 4: Discipline of the Soul
​رَائِحَةُ "الأَكَرَا" وَ "الكُوكُو" تَمْلأُ الأَجْوَاء ​جِيرَانٌ يَتَبَادَلُونَ "البَاب"، وَيُفِيضُونَ بِالعَطَاء ​مَائِدَةُ الإِفْطَارِ تَجْمَعُنَا عَلَى ضِحْكٍ وَمَاء ​فِي لَحَظَاتِ التَّكَافُلِ تَجِدُ الرَّحْمَةَ وَالدُّعَاء The smell of "Akara" and "Koko" fills the air Neighbors exchange "Pap," overflowing with generosity The Iftar table gathers us over laughter and water In moments of solidarity, you find mercy and prayer
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
: Day 3: The Gathering at the Gate
تَهْدَأُ الشَّوَارِعُ حِينَ تَعْلُو شَمْسُ الظُّهْرَة يَخِفُّ الزِّحَامُ، وَنَحْوَ الخَالِقِ تَتَّجُهُ البَصِيرَة يَخْتَلِفُ العَمَلُ، وَاللِّسَانُ رَطْبٌ بِذِكْرٍ وَنِعْمَة سَكِينَةٌ مُقَدَّسَةٌ تَنْزِلُ عَلَى كُلِّ سُوقٍ ذِي رَحْمَة --- The streets grow quiet as the afternoon sun rises high. The hustle slows down, and our insight turns toward the Creator. Work feels different, and the tongue stays moist with remembrance and grace. A holy calmness descends upon every crowded marketplace. @aslaveofallah
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
(Day 2: The New Rhythm)
The moon is sighted, the "Ramadan Kareem" texts fly, Mothers calling everyone, "Suhoor is ready!" a joyful cry. We reach for phones to wake the cousins and the kin, As first day’s hunger is nothing to the peace within. @emy
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
The First Wake-Up Call
Dedication to faith, Hug my rosary. Incense burns whilst you ********** You said I was devotary. Worship in the bathroom, Pervert in the mind. We exist in this vacuum, The faithful lead the blind. You believe in the sacrament- sacrificed, Transparent with your intentions. Speak your mind, you’ve patronized- an acolyte, Your word is divine intervention. Practice Ramadan, you bake baklava, Exile my words and make me believe. You do in in His Name- Allah, It’s all a persona, you deceive. Dedication to faith, Hug your rosary. Now I mastuterbate, And bruise your ovaries. Wake up exposed, You’re already on me. So eager to pose, Play me, marquee. Feel guilt, you’ve done it yourself, Broken the bones of Sainthood. Leave alone- you’re too compelled, By the force of the Brotherhood. Walk beside the force of God, You couldn’t keep your Father. Dye it blonde, Shield your eyes from the honor. Disruption of faith, You throw my rosary. I lay next to you while you ********** Who said I was devotary?
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
Ramadan
Ah, sleek moonlight, velvety soft, Unfurls the path to the Taraweeh Mosque. Countless fireflies, on fine silken wings, Catch fast in the silver weave of lunar groves. Soon, the first Ramadan crescent blooms above, While the silent tuberose lingers, imprinting deeper still. Oof—how many did I embrace? One or two? Myriads light the way to the Taraweeh Mosque. It was only the other night— The first crescent of Ramadan shimmered, Piercing the flawless forehead of twilight, In the hush of the fading dusk. Even now, across the half-lit horizon, Sleepless full-moon stars drift, While the first, blessed crescent of Ramadan Moves on in seamless procession. When will the celebration reach its full bloom? Today marks the fourteenth fast, Already shining upon the fourteenth moon!
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
Fireflies' Taraweeh Mosque
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble String lights illuminate hungry faces To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast That is true resilience. Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share No matter the evil, the deathly threats, They stand together united, all as one, Their connection un-severed. Material things, they have none. To have such joy in dark times Is to resist the occupation, to be freed Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
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Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
Ramadan Mubarak
Our guest has arrived. He is about to end his visit. We began to say farewell before disappearing. We trust Allah (The Almighty) has prepared us for another encounter. To see your appearance again. Until another day, our friend. Until another day, our brother. We bid farewell to our Ramadan.
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Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC
Farewell
The evening star at the sunset of Ramadan. Mistake it not for a stellar maybe an embroidery fell down from the broidery in paradise! What crosses in your mind, dear fondly you look back at this nick of time? The twilight ambles down with moonflowers on the hands is about to wrap up one more blessed day of Ramadan. What have you come up with then for the fasting person on your hand? What a broad array you stole the last show of the day! Singing nightingales keeps musing deeps down the rose in low light. The first light shines out amidst the dawn chorus. What does it miss out the nightingales disappears in broad daylight. Have you too leave the scene with the rose dews only to pour it off the honeyed petals into the fasting person's glass?     So cool it tastes a sip of water at the Iftar!
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Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
A Cool Sip of Water At The Iftar
My favorite pursuit of happiness is to recite the enchanting verses from the beauteous Quran. To be lost in its splendor. To Mesmerize myself with its grandeur. Breath with pure sublimity. I can wipe out my woes and blues. And rise to the majestic heights of glee, like an uncaged eagle who soared to be free.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
My favorite pursuit of happiness
Ramadan is here, so lets all fast, it's the ninth month of the year, lets make it last. When you see the Ramadan Moon, up in the sky so bright, you need to get ready, to pray all throughout the night. Now that Isha has passed, lets get up in congregation, to pray Taraweeh, with the Muslim nation. Ramadan is here, so lets all fast, it's the ninth month of the year, lets make it last. The first ten days are upon us, so we need to avoid what's wrong, keep good intentions, all day long. It's the middle days now when there's things to buy and your phone rings, don't let these worldly matters, distract you from doing the right things. Ramadan is here, so lets all fast, it's the ninth month of the year, lets make it last. Now it's the last ten days, lets stay in the mosque for long, lets do may good deeds, and avoid what is wrong. Lal a tul Qadr is upon us, it's the Night of Power, let's start praying the Allah(subhanawataallah), throughout the night for every hour. Ramadan is here, so lets all fast, it's the ninth month of the year, lets make it last. Ramadan isn't forever, so lets do what is right, avoid doing bad, with all our might. Ramadan is here, so lets all fast, it's the ninth month of the year, lets make it last.
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Ramadan
Even the pipilikas maybe kept an ear to the ground and heard the men on earth’s news of the year: it works! Pfizer-BioNTech jab is out. Finally the Covid-19 vaccine is on our hand life hopefully will soon be normal! Along with everyone else me too is absolutely over the moon yet something I can’t forget. Like how that came months ago on 27 Ramadan 2020 in London. I was still in sleep in the morning in a dream but turned out to be real indeed touched by lovely safest hands promptly vaccinated me there and then. Know not how that could key out off the safe the trillion dollar vaccine at first! All I know when that hands of love tie a knot it becomes the undoable perfect circle.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
Covid-19 Vaccine With Love
তুমি আমায় ভাসাও মুক্ত বাতাসে তুমি বড় করো মোর মন আমায় ওড়াও তুমি নীল আকাশে। আমি যেন ফিরে পাই নতুন জীবন। তোমার আলোয় জেগে ওঠে আমার এই প্রাণ। আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে। রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) কানায় কানায় ভরা ভালোবাসা হাওয়ায় হাওয়ায় এত শান্তি ছড়ায়- রমজান, এই কোরানের মাসে। (তোমার রহম অনুরাগে) আমার হৃদয় ছোঁয়া জাগে, দৃহ করে মোর ঈমান। আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে। রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) আমি যেন ধন্য ওগো তোমায় ভালোবেসে মনে হয় প্রতিক্ষণ তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে নিশ্বাসে নিশ্বাসে তুমি রবে মোর প্রাণে মিশে। আমি করছি প্রতিজ্ঞা, বলছি সপথে- তোমার শিক্ষা-কদর, এই হৃদয়ে ধরে রাখবো সারা বছর, কভু দেবো না হারাতে। হে রমজান! রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) [রমাদান রমাদান, রমাদান ইয়া হাবির। রমাদান রমাদান, লাইতাকা দাওমান করিব।]
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
রমাদান
তুমি আমায় ভাসাও মুক্ত বাতাসে তুমি বড় করো মোর মন আমায় ওড়াও তুমি নীল আকাশে। আমি যেন ফিরে পাই নতুন জীবন। তোমার আলোয় জেগে ওঠে আমার এই প্রাণ। আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে। রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) কানায় কানায় ভরা ভালোবাসা হাওয়ায় হাওয়ায় এত শান্তি ছড়ায়- রমজান, এই কোরানের মাসে। (তোমার রহম অনুরাগে) আমার হৃদয় ছোঁয়া জাগে, দৃহ করে মোর ঈমান। আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে। রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) আমি যেন ধন্য ওগো তোমায় ভালোবেসে মনে হয় প্রতিক্ষণ তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে নিশ্বাসে নিশ্বাসে তুমি রবে মোর প্রাণে মিশে। আমি করছি প্রতিজ্ঞা, বলছি সপথে- তোমার শিক্ষা-কদর, এই হৃদয়ে ধরে রাখবো সারা বছর, কভু দেবো না হারাতে। হে রমজান! রমজান রমজান, ও প্রিয় রমজান! রমজান রমজান, তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ। (সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।) [রমাদান রমাদান, রমাদান ইয়া হাবির। রমাদান রমাদান, লাইতাকা দাওমান করিব।]
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It's the first day Of the Holy Month Of Ramadan I am happy To be here Among the chosen one Thank you for this chance Thank you for this day Thank you for the food There will be no words That could discribe How much thankful I really am Happy Ramadan Kareem To everyone who celebrates Stay strong, it won't be long
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Holy Month 2020
Quarantine, you must. In sha Allah, Coronever you may. Fast by day. By night, Taraweeh pray. This is the way.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
And So, It Begins.
My mother tells me, how she never learned to spell her name as a child. How education sifted like sandpaper in her throat because all the teachers were male. How fear is the coldest thing in Afghanistan, yet it burns the hearts of mothers who send their daughters to school. Knowing girls must sacrifice their body for education. Knowing if she raises her hand, she must soon cover her eyes and fold away an identity to become nothing but a lifeless corpse for you to feast on. The red hijab she wraps around her head is not tight enough. You want it around her mouth. For her to tie that tongue and bite the screams as they come. To wipe her tears before the blood dries. When you make her bleed, do you fancy yourself chosen? Tell the Mosque how you split the Red Sea? If you wear a mask long enough it becomes an extra layer of skin. Eventually, you cannot pick it away the same way you’ve picked at women’s souls. By the white beards you call so pure, where do you find your daughter’s souvenirs? In the grave you buried her screams in? Underneath the mosque you’ve claimed as your castle? Do you raise them up when you need proof of prophecy? When you forget her name When you forget my mother's name how do you remember the 99 of God?
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
To the men in Afghanistan who call themselves teacher:
Our world today shines much brighter the month ahead is Ramadan! Blooming upon us is the best of the months Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan! Chockablock with pure blessings is the oasis in the opulence. Bountifully raised dizzying high comes with the Night of Measures better than a thousand months. Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan! Everyone, near and far only look up high! No rainbow can outshine the finest face of the serene moon is about to show up. Welcome it loud with the whole heart Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
The Month Ahead Is Ramadan
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem When Rajab naturally comes, we traditionally think you. Everybody merely says that undoubtedly your sacred month. To fondly remember about you, hail about you a mighty lot; On this noble month of Rajab! Unfortunately the modern world Naturally forget that every precious second what we suspire. Is precisely your divine mercy and Infinite blessings, It is not about the sacred Holy month. Its about You always, who shall I Hail and Bow humbly to the Noble and divine creator (Allah). Who do I universally acclaim in my hasty and miscreant life? Without your Divine Mercy and Infinite Blessings' Nor my active life exists peacefully, Or my noble soul exists naturally, Nor the sacred month of Rajab! Fondly recall Him (Allah). Hail Him (Allah) every second. Start to bow politely towards the Divine Creator; Endlessly on Rajab, this is precisely the starting month. Towards the devoted most Sacred month of Islam (Ramadan) Passing through the Shaban Month. You are capable to bow continuously and fast energetically. On the most sacred month of Ramadan through the rehearse, Of Sacred Month of Rajab and Shaban! Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69
Perfection belongs to Almighty Allah
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
*Before it's too late for you*
The crescent moon has been sighted Lantern of hope has been ignited. Doors of mercy have been opened And the devils have been chained. It is the month, Where clusters of sin await repentance And good deeds worth are multiplied. The month In which we abstain from food From dawn till dusk; Empty stomachs But tongue heavy from thikr. A month Enlightened with Allah's vast mercy And extreme prosperity, Tasting rewards And bathing in immense blessing. So choose to Break mouldy habits Reform the fabrics. Reboot your entity And Recharge your faith. Choose to strengthen the backbone of your lives; The pillars of Islam. Recite the book that has been bonded with threads of faith and encrusted with pristine words of Allah. Choose to unshackle yourself from the blackening shackles; Untangle from messy mirage of the world entwined with your wrist And braid it into ladders to heaven. Choose to join congregation at prayers To pray to Allah seeking his affinity Asking for forgiveness and pray for agility. Choose to handle tough times with sincerity And dig faith in one another. For strength and forgiveness can be found under his love And this can be the month That can bring you a step closer to Allah.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Ramadan
Are you a witness of the precise moment on that very proverbial, unpredictable day when everyone did mind the gap but the Ramadan moon took a step? None could time it at first, as if it got out from a black hole or an uncharted water well: down the trail, who can tell? Now a day or two is gone, has passed by. The moon is in the fast lane soaring high, and fills the orb with serene soft light. Ah, buddies catch up, the suave fireflies. Tons of these stay awake in the night. Before they fly away, vanishing afar into the epic portion of the night. A confluence down the black moon, only to catch a glimpse of any pattern: a morning star or a forming pin bar, a slice of light on a gingerly lit chart. Premiering the Eid moon’s first blush. Yet, if only one can time it, when will it flash? Deep down a black moon, all eyes black out. Still, how can one sigh though? Ah, the unpredictable black moon, should it show just a peek, showers the earth with Eid’s joy! Will it show up in no time, far from the sight— galaxies light up the shady nook of night. A houri in the Eden rings the alarm. The veiled bunch of fairies push the sky. Every star throws its hat, only to tell first when a crescent moon will crop up And with the first spill of moonlight, topflight it goes, pushing the boat out! A walk down the black moon without a light or water gone into the blue, As though walking dead, blindfolded. No pattern, decimals of Pi undefined by design, but spot on gets to the apex spike! There’s still an unmarked blank space the light on this way doesn’t paint. And this time, the time won’t tell is there anyone who can is anyone’s guess. So should the houri dare to run, then cherubic she be on her flawless flaw, rushes to ask the Queen of Heaven! Oh, good luck to her, a wild one. Time the black moon, its first glance precisely when the Eid moon will crop up. Enlighten us, we are more than curious. Tell us, too—don’t just tweet it to the stars.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Ramadan Moon
Are you a witness of the precise moment on that very proverbial, unpredictable day when everyone did mind the gap but the Ramadan moon took a step? None could time it at first, as if it got out from a black hole or an uncharted water well: down the trail, who can tell? Now a day or two is gone, has passed by. The moon is in the fast lane soaring high, and fills the orb with serene soft light. Ah, buddies catch up, the suave fireflies. Tons of these stay awake in the night. Before they fly away, vanishing afar into the epic portion of the night. A confluence down the black moon, only to catch a glimpse of any pattern: a morning star or a forming pin bar, a slice of light on a gingerly lit chart. Premiering the Eid moon’s first blush. Yet, if only one can time it, when will it flash? Deep down a black moon, all eyes black out. Still, how can one sigh though? Ah, the unpredictable black moon, should it show just a peek, showers the earth with Eid’s joy! Will it show up in no time, far from the sight— galaxies light up the shady nook of night. A houri in the Eden rings the alarm. The veiled bunch of fairies push the sky. Every star throws its hat, only to tell first when a crescent moon will crop up And with the first spill of moonlight, topflight it goes, pushing the boat out! A walk down the black moon without a light or water gone into the blue, As though walking dead, blindfolded. No pattern, decimals of Pi undefined by design, but spot on gets to the apex spike! There’s still an unmarked blank space the light on this way doesn’t paint. And this time, the time won’t tell is there anyone who can is anyone’s guess. So should the houri dare to run, then cherubic she be on her flawless flaw, rushes to ask the Queen of Heaven! Oh, good luck to her, a wild one. Time the black moon, its first glance precisely when the Eid moon will crop up. Enlighten us, we are more than curious. Tell us, too—don’t just tweet it to the stars.
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the night is bright the moon is out the devils are chained the fast begins ~
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
the night of thirty days
1. It is He who turned the words that echoed through walls of built up ego into towers of strength made of faith and prayer, obedience and consciousness – the best architecture knew I needed a blueprint that wasn’t covered in mustard coloured stains and red pen marks that led to nowhere good 2. It is He who untangled the blackening shackles from ties to this sticky, messy mirage of a world entwined to these wrists and instead taught to braid ladders to the heavens on its way to freedom which looks like His love, love that is eternity and eternity that isn’t an illusion; it’s a vision 3. It is He who, through every turn, slip and fault, stayed closer than the jugular vein and fished the despair right out of this muddled pond the colour of dust and rusting metals, teaching to swim and thank for the air filled lungs taken for granted even when I'm drowning, the water became clearer and the air cleaner and He still held His hand out, better than a lifeguard, He’s a guard for life 4. And now I'm trying to find another way to Him in these blessed nights to heal this aching splintered heart and solid iron fists made from fires only the roughest wood could spark up; in His name does the stomach starve so the soul can feed, where the toughest times are handled with sincerity, everyone becomes family, and strength is found underneath His love, overtop the rest of the world
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
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