أَيَّامُنَا أَمْسَتْ هَبَاءً مُنْثَرًا ، وَالصَّبْرُ يَبْقَى لِلْقُلُوبِ الدَّوَاءُ .
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The flowers bloomed at the whisper of dawn,
When the dewdrops met the leaves,
The soul smiled at the beauty o...
عالِمُ البرزخَ
The intermediate realm (Barzakh) is not merely a silent waiting station between this world and the hereafter...