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"inshallah" poems
left my phone unlocked on the taxi’s back seat, won't be the last time called it a few times finally, the driver picked up he had a fare immediately after mine, and was now headed way downtown, and would call later when fate returned him nearer my office and so it came to pass, very shortly thereafter, we met on the street, he rolled down  the window and with the greatest smile of pleasure, as if he had won the lottery beaming, handed me my phone I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred, neatly folded in my hand   and offered it right up, right away; but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away as I insisted, saying: *"No sir, no no, not necessary! Allah sent me a fare that took me soon back close to you, so,   no loss of time did I suffer, so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"* to which I replied, *"exactly! Allah sent you to me so I could reward you!"* and with an equally, beaming smile I continued, *"our ride and meeting today, together was pre-ordained it was* Inshallah!" ^ something he could not dispute... or my knowledge thereof and it’s proper pronouncement, nor his amazement, to disguise!   we parted ways    each believing,    each receiving, a heavenly check plus, each, credited with a mitzvah^^ on our respective trip logs, our humanly divine balance sheets, kept by the single supreme taxi dispatcher
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
inshallah my cell phone
By: Cedric McClester ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE) GOD IS GREATER THAN THEY KNEW Or why would they do what they do And then pervert al-Islam too BISMILAH – (IN THE NAME OF ALLAH) They plant bombs inside of cars To blow up strangers near and far But they take things too ******* far AL-HUMDILILAH – (PRAISE ALLAH) But not by giving Islam a scar Who the hell they think they are Shaytan’s minions? They’re on par ASTAGFIGALAH (MAY ALLAH FORGIVE) Those not cursed by how they live Chopping heads off especially with A rusty knife known as a shiv INSHALLAH (IF IT’S ALLAH’S WILL) Those who maim and also **** Will soon be presented with the bill And their ambitions will get them nil ALLAHU-ALUM (ALLAH KNOWS BEST) The sins they will have to confess To get those sins up off their chest While facing hell fire nevertheless WALAHI (I SWEAR BY ALLAH) Hell will find them wherever they are In their homes near or far Because they have raised the bar YA-HAMUKALAH (MAY ALLAH PROTECT YOU) From those **** Who constantly beat their war drums And take advantage of the deaf blind and dumb Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE)
Miles and miles of sand with no horizon in view, the caravan moves on - in search of an oasis. The heat is treacherous, the sand is scorching, the camels are tired and so are the herdsmen. The journey is long, the day will almost be gone and darkness will reign again until another day dawns. The desert’s dreadful distances, the weather’s vicious whims, the camels’ callous restlessness all add to the herdsmen’s hardship. Roadless tracks of sand and rocks where tall, wild cactuses abound with many sand dunes around. The Sahara - a natural oven - bakes humans and camels alike leaving scattered mortal remains. A sandy landscape in shades of light fawn with deceptive mirages inviting thirst again. The journey is long with no sign of an oasis. But the caravan must move on… Inshallah – until we meet again. Gita Ashok 9/10/2010, 3:15 pm
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 1:58 AM UTC
Across the Sahara
Death Be Knocking 28 December 2009 at 00:21 Death be knocking in your sleep While you lay there peacefully in a dream The Angels came and took out your soul Now your rest in peace in your eternal abode The struggles you went through Those painful headaches of yours grew Your complaints and worries you told me so often Which made my heart soften You made me laugh so much For your character id always vouch You were my big brother to me Despite all your anarchy The way you made my blood boil When you'd say I smelt of desi oil I'd get into a hefty frenzy about it Then you'd always make me sit Tell me to calm down And don't frown You made me happy and sad Sometimes you'd make me a little mad But most of all, I just want to say; 'I miss you so much , I just wish you'd stay Just one more day Even just for word play I'd tell you how great you are To me you are a star Death came knocking in your sleep Inshallah your in a better place away from the stressful day to day race
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
death be knocking in your sleep
Gotcha, Sheik, It took a while, But most government Jobs do. You had a good run, And died a lion In many eyes, Though a caged lion, In a cage Of your very own, Behind walls of your own. Didn't know There was a breed Of Seals That went over walls, Eh? I wonder where Your buddy Ayman went. Perhaps it's safe For him To go home now, Egypt, Right? Inshallah. I saw the wild celebrations, Outside the White House, At Ground Zero, At the Air Force Academy. Once we had: VE day, VJ day. We cheered then, For the dying Would stop. What of VO day? I thought VO was, A whiskey. The dying won't stop For VO day. What's all the cheering for? Celebrating the death Of one enemy? As if we'd won A war? We should feel Just a little ***** Let us thank Those who did this Most necessary deed For us, Then let us Go about our business, And leave them with Their thoughts. I think I'll stop by The old Ebbitt Grill. Maybe I can find A chicken hawk, To have a celebratory Beer with. Rest in Peace, If you can, Sheik, With the fishes. There are no virgins At full fathom five. Copyright 2011 by Gary Misch All rights reserved
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
A Meditation On The Death Of Osama Bin Laden
I miss the call to prayer of my heroes town The slow, mournful, writhing rings that reach toward the black-cloaked beauties with heads bowed over their smiling eyes His voice trills and bows And I remember the chills it sent up my spine to hear the intensity and sense the powerful devotion that one man one voice one word can bring. Inshallah
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Baku Salat
Bennie said "We all have to die" Jade said "Nobody ever dies" Yahnie said "Death is but a dream" Bennie said "In dreams we find death" Jade asked "But do the dead ever dream?" Yahnie said "Only if they forgot to live while they were alive" Bennie said "We all have to die" Jade said "We all live forever" Yahnie said "I believe in believing" Bennie asked "What is there to believe in?" Jade said "The mystery of Forever" Yahnie said "The words of the prophets" Bennie said "I'm my only prophet" Jade said "Now you understand" Yahnie asked "What are we talking about?" Bennie said "Death, 'cause we all have to die" Jade said "Life, 'cause we all have to live" Yahnie said "I think I've been caught dreaming too much again". What?
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Inshallah Ohmen Jah Rah - A Conversation.
Happy birthday Grand mother You are the one that bonds us to each other You pray for us if we deserve it or not Without you we wouldn't be worth a grain of rice in a *** You gave us joy You gave us peace We all took from your love a piece Grandmother whatever love I send Your love will never have an end My words are not enough to describe your bless But I will always love you nevertheless Your inspiration to us all You showed us family means to us all We fight a lot but showed us that being one family is the law That we should stand by each other and pull each other And to always love one another Your blessing can not be counted I just want to say we can't live without you In the end I want to say. Happy 90th birthday and inshallah forever you stay
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
My Grandmother
One.. When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry, Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece! But do not water the eyes! The only God who knows how to mourn, how deep is the sorrow! I'm in the body, So little bodice So insulted So much boring So disrespectful How do I end up with my self-esteem. I am "Boss wow"! But yes, yours All the illusions Heart breaks no more Eyes are heavy! Humiliation, ignorance And bothersome Being stored in the bag. Eyes repeatedly pointing out Say, how much more Neglect, how much more Left? .. Two.. InshaAllah I'll return one day All humiliated humiliation! You just keep on looking, As i am To you I looked. All on the face Say "no" Do not hold hands Do not sit beside Give me repeated holes Think of me stupid Every slap By each Me in diffusion Destroy! I will take all the money by throwing my face Inshaallah one day I will return the whole! No one in your mouth Do not talk Because the canals cut itself You brought crocodile! You may also have trouble thinking that "I can be so bad!" .. Three.. Inshallah If you're dead, In your corpse Do not kick! My expensive shoes Misers is absolutely Do not tolerate! Stay away from touching I'm your body Be far away I do not see! You have to be insulted in the coffin. I will pretend to be No more than you Do not i know In no time We are known I did not. I will hate it! The rest of the past You will remember; One group in the grave Will not throw it Do you know Where I am Do not drop. Get the opportunity Your impotent coffin Fire will burn! .. Four.. Inshallah You die One day after a decade The grape will grow in the grave, Your grave No one is cared about, Erase almost The high stone of the grave. Only on the silence signboard Your vague Name white Painted. You me Will come to see you come I am to you, I Will not see Maybe thinking Your grave I came to Ziarat...... You will breathe comfortably Maybe I think about me Your penalties in Doa (Pray) Negatives can be minor. I smile mystery laughing, Your grave soil Seeing breaks. I will stand by the grave Pretend to be jealous, Slowly open the zipper Walking around the grave, I will **** on the grave. And I'll give it to you Hanker. ..Five.. You will see But nothing is happening Power to say No you Your words in the world Nobody listens No longer Even yours The grave angels do not! Remember, me Ignore said Your peace in the grave Do not be there! Ha ha ha!
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
Revenge
One.. When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry, Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece! But do not water the eyes! The only God who knows how to mourn, how deep is the sorrow! I'm in the body, So little bodice So insulted So much boring So disrespectful How do I end up with my self-esteem. I am "Boss wow"! But yes, yours All the illusions Heart breaks no more Eyes are heavy! Humiliation, ignorance And bothersome Being stored in the bag. Eyes repeatedly pointing out Say, how much more Neglect, how much more Left? .. Two.. InshaAllah I'll return one day All humiliated humiliation! You just keep on looking, As i am To you I looked. All on the face Say "no" Do not hold hands Do not sit beside Give me repeated holes Think of me stupid Every slap By each Me in diffusion Destroy! I will take all the money by throwing my face Inshaallah one day I will return the whole! No one in your mouth Do not talk Because the canals cut itself You brought crocodile! You may also have trouble thinking that "I can be so bad!" .. Three.. Inshallah If you're dead, In your corpse Do not kick! My expensive shoes Misers is absolutely Do not tolerate! Stay away from touching I'm your body Be far away I do not see! You have to be insulted in the coffin. I will pretend to be No more than you Do not i know In no time We are known I did not. I will hate it! The rest of the past You will remember; One group in the grave Will not throw it Do you know Where I am Do not drop. Get the opportunity Your impotent coffin Fire will burn! .. Four.. Inshallah You die One day after a decade The grape will grow in the grave, Your grave No one is cared about, Erase almost The high stone of the grave. Only on the silence signboard Your vague Name white Painted. You me Will come to see you come I am to you, I Will not see Maybe thinking Your grave I came to Ziarat...... You will breathe comfortably Maybe I think about me Your penalties in Doa (Pray) Negatives can be minor. I smile mystery laughing, Your grave soil Seeing breaks. I will stand by the grave Pretend to be jealous, Slowly open the zipper Walking around the grave, I will **** on the grave. And I'll give it to you Hanker. ..Five.. You will see But nothing is happening Power to say No you Your words in the world Nobody listens No longer Even yours The grave angels do not! Remember, me Ignore said Your peace in the grave Do not be there! Ha ha ha!
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Mr. Peck I pray you haven’t forgotten to be that role model that you never had growing up. SPREAD LOVE each and every day, especially on the days you don’t want to. Don’t ever stop learning, and make it intentional. Never stop teaching those with an ear to listen. Understand that everything isn’t meant for you to understand. The universe is listening so be careful what you release. Your words hold weight , don’t drop gems on those who aren’t conditioned for it. Stay low key and stay in tune with the infinite. Inshallah you’re better than your 24 year old self Sincerely You
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Sincerely You
“Alas, Alas, Alas! The idle king has died” I howl, I breath, I yield, But no more! No more baffling silence! No me, no you! Alas, alas, alas— am I the idle king? It might serve, or it might not, But a confession of my love it is: A sincere mechanism Of my body to express, To free, To yield; I yield to you; I bend to you; I die to you. Alas, alas, alas! You were far beyond A scepter and a crown. May I crown thy head? May I trick thy carnose mouth? Oh, allow me to lay, Die amongst thy caress. I—you but I: At last, I will die; Betwixt my carcass In forever sugar of thy breath. Let me sense the scent of Eden, Oh, my love! At last, at last! “La la la la!” Speak thy anguished eyes, “La la la la. Lala La.” Move then on, my only arouse, Wrest from this mundane threshold Our perennial aisle. The idle king has died. He yielded, He howled, He missed but thy Grandiose penetrating sights. “Inshallah he will drown this ephemeral sin in the past awhile” La, La, La.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
Unrequited
Been seeking that good kinda din where I can sit and think again while sipping my dragonfly gin and letting that distilled infusion be my medicine and something not necessarily harmful to the spirit within I am seeking that good kinda din where I can sit and think a remembering why kinda place so I rode my old bike down down to my favourite river fork to offer up gifts to the Old Man and St Mary I was groovin' with that sweet and heady inshallah vibe Just groovin' with those sweet and hearty Inshala vibes making me feel the opposite of heavy when a higher self popped up to remind, treasures buried become weathered and harried so I sat down, slipped my shoes and socks off breathed in deep and got ready And now I am finding that good kinda din where the consciousness be growing again the kind, you know, where its kinda like a begin again
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May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 9:15 PM UTC
Din
wallet watch testicles spectacles cash cell phone (yes the inshallah one) bottle of water hairbrush with remaining vanity attached, personal technology baggie (earbuds, variety of charging cords etc.) loose change in order to drop & annoy yourself sunglasses! and something else...mmm pocket tissues! skin and bone, all flavors and multilayers, a language of music only you hear, the pumping station internal, the antacid pills after that burrito; and that strangely named thang called libido? (lipidio?) your teeth your smile, your shyest guile, to catch that lady’s hopefully reciprocated pearly whites delight, pen and pad to record being a sad and mad good lad, a swiss army knife if the feeling tube should breakdown, your tiny little bottles of inspiration perspiration and perspective, oops, unlabeled? uh oh the list to do and the list to add to the to do list and good heavens, a serious writing utensil for serious thoughts and the last but should be first, the house keys!! to do it all again tomorrow **** forgetting something! oh yeah! a kiss upon thy cheek before you go...
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
daily provisioning
we're brothers in flesh disjointed in mind allah is all together all the gods refined distilled and decanted the measure the bind the empty glass is more full than the headiest wine
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
inshallah (please stop)
questioning my core competency _______________________________ *man or woman, an irrelevancy, we all believe that we possess certain core competencies that reflect our managerial skills, the hows of how we organize and smooth the daily mishmash of our otherwise would-be-totally-hellish-lives* minor stuff, that have the risk potency of the skinny tail of the curve, where the highly improbable seems to happen as if regularly scheduled. let the gas tank go to E, worse, unnoticeably, but on a small isle, with no AAA, a single gas station, in howling wind, and summer rain mael-strom, forced to risk a brief trip over hilly terrain, fearful of being gas poor on the stuck-side of the road, with no one to call, no savior to summon, and my sense of self, now shattered-glass on the side of the road. *did I mention that the night prior when the situation was yellow lit to get my immediate attention, I had forgotten my instrumental human connectivity, my Inshallah cell phone (1), at our dining out restaraunt, making necessary a seven point four mile R/T detour, to preserve my integrity, pride, communicability, and the few(er) left, shards of my lesser antilles’ ego and pride.* turns out that even on E, for long periods, you still can go some distance for the car designers, all liars, to nice people like me, leave a gallon reserve undisclosed, for the vain and statically stupid of which I am a member. more details of my ineptness, shameful, shall not be herein revealed, but when we meet, gladly be disclosed over alcohol. *but it is now between the hours of nine and ten AM, and despite imbibing 22.5. ozs. of Jamaican coffee, I return to bed, having made it to the local station with gnawed knuckles, and chewed lower lip, lower the shades, announce to no one in particular, hello, do not disturb, for-up-all-night-poet-ite, is exhausted the exhaust of depression, for his core competencies have been renamed, now and forever, his* gored incompetencies! p.s. E, having consulted the owner’s manual, stands for more precisely , Empty Headed
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Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 10:14 AM UTC
questioning my core competency
questioning my core competency _______________________________ *man or woman, an irrelevancy, we all believe that we possess certain core competencies that reflect our managerial skills, the hows of how we organize and smooth the daily mishmash of our otherwise would-be-totally-hellish-lives* minor stuff, that have the risk potency of the skinny tail of the curve, where the highly improbable seems to happen as if regularly scheduled. let the gas tank go to E, worse, unnoticeably, but on a small isle, with no AAA, a single gas station, in howling wind, and summer rain mael-strom, forced to risk a brief trip over hilly terrain, fearful of being gas poor on the stuck-side of the road, with no one to call, no savior to summon, and my sense of self, now shattered-glass on the side of the road. *did I mention that the night prior when the situation was yellow lit to get my immediate attention, I had forgotten my instrumental human connectivity, my Inshallah cell phone (1), at our dining out restaraunt, making necessary a seven point four mile R/T detour, to preserve my integrity, pride, communicability, and the few(er) left, shards of my lesser antilles’ ego and pride.* turns out that even on E, for long periods, you still can go some distance for the car designers, all liars, to nice people like me, leave a gallon reserve undisclosed, for the vain and statically stupid of which I am a member. more details of my ineptness, shameful, shall not be herein revealed, but when we meet, gladly be disclosed over alcohol. *but it is now between the hours of nine and ten AM, and despite imbibing 22.5. ozs. of Jamaican coffee, I return to bed, having made it to the local station with gnawed knuckles, and chewed lower lip, lower the shades, announce to no one in particular, hello, do not disturb, for-up-all-night-poet-ite, is exhausted the exhaust of depression, for his core competencies have been renamed, now and forever, his* gored incompetencies! p.s. E, having consulted the owner’s manual, stands for more precisely , Empty Headed
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somewhere where they are aware unforgetting place inside my field of clay inside you surround weathered strides who can I float alone towards devise a pearl reject still holding an ocean not regressed for nothing all at once be it freak show or sacrilege Inshallah Inshallah Inshallah
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Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC
Press, Pressure & Pest. (Reverse Thread)
Atte laste, lordynges feeble to avarice and swich cursednesse, I would like to admit that I sacrificed the gang of the thirteen witches of emotions to baphomet, I be clear your criticism gave birth to my theriomorphism, Inshallah fail quench my hunger I be but a Tiger, Laying in the same bed along side insomnia, What form of religious madness is this? Get on your knees, let me teach you theomania! "Our father, our lord: who art in heaven leave us forsaken because our ***** are shaking to the devil's songs" How hard is it to confess your own wrongs? "repaint yourselves like chameleons" God says "no matter where you hide, I will see you and I will **** you, Because you have reached boundaries I can no longer tolerate! Stop muttering prayers! But instead vociferate! Alle and some, I am misunderstood for being evil But this cardiacal imprinted in the walls of my heart a vernicle, But I remain an oracle smoking tobacco in a tortoise shell, Well, I honestly think the spiritual fathers should practice what they preach, Because if I were to take off their vizards, you would surely all see some wizards, But I won't reveal them because the cycle gets insidious, Aghast! Who know that I could be theriomorphous and treacherous? So may I prosper behind the pulpit as I vormit the communion, Meditating to goetic demons while preaching a morning sermon, What form of monstrosity is this? Excuse me priest but you mimic the devil and not Jesus Crist, Heard rumour have spread around town That "Alan's not an Angel" is a warlock Well definitely! I am certainly Con Fuoco!
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
MALICHO
Atte laste, lordynges feeble to avarice and swich cursednesse, I would like to admit that I sacrificed the gang of the thirteen witches of emotions to baphomet, I be clear your criticism gave birth to my theriomorphism, Inshallah fail quench my hunger I be but a Tiger, Laying in the same bed along side insomnia, What form of religious madness is this? Get on your knees, let me teach you theomania! "Our father, our lord: who art in heaven leave us forsaken because our ***** are shaking to the devil's songs" How hard is it to confess your own wrongs? "repaint yourselves like chameleons" God says "no matter where you hide, I will see you and I will **** you, Because you have reached boundaries I can no longer tolerate! Stop muttering prayers! But instead vociferate! Alle and some, I am misunderstood for being evil But this cardiacal imprinted in the walls of my heart a vernicle, But I remain an oracle smoking tobacco in a tortoise shell, Well, I honestly think the spiritual fathers should practice what they preach, Because if I were to take off their vizards, you would surely all see some wizards, But I won't reveal them because the cycle gets insidious, Aghast! Who know that I could be theriomorphous and treacherous? So may I prosper behind the pulpit as I vormit the communion, Meditating to goetic demons while preaching a morning sermon, What form of monstrosity is this? Excuse me priest but you mimic the devil and not Jesus Crist, Heard rumour have spread around town That "Alan's not an Angel" is a warlock Well definitely! I am certainly Con Fuoco!
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“inshallah, inshallah,” he would say “inshallah, inshallah, I will return home in May” and “god-willing, god-willing,” we say might the almighty soul find a home and might this be that day
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Prayer of Existence
Today is Friday, The day your prayers are answered. When you go for prayers, Don't forget to ask Allah for my hand in marriage, Inshallah with His blessings, Our parents will agree.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Muslim Couple
Her hair is black Her shirt is purple Her lips are pursed Her eyes read confusion and frustration However I see your eyes they read hello I see your arms they say why I see your lips they seek answers My soul thirsts for peace Inshallah.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
That Lady
Such powerful words, If Allah is willing From a casual meeting to a major event Allah decides what is best for you, See me tomorrow, Inshallah Hope we can finish the project within few weeks, Inshallah 5/6/2022
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Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
Inshallah