أسعد الله مساكم بكل خير
زوار ومتابعي مدونة أناقة فكر (لنقرأ معاً)
موضوع اليوم بعنوان (My Heatt)
"You know what, buddy!
From
my lack of resourcefulness sometimes I wish the messenger of Allah was
with me to leave everything aside, let go of all the ropes that bind me,
go to him, knock on his door and tear in my eyes،
He opens the door to find me lying on the ground trembling from the cold
of the days.
Then he throws peace to my heart
And I say to him, calm me, O Messenger of Allah, for I am tired..
And
then I complain to him about myself, who let me down, about people,
about my soul, about my crying for everything but sins, about the crying
of the child who is on the roads looking for his mother and not finding
her, and then he finds out that she is dead, about my wrists, my
stumbles and my antenna.،
Cry until tears run out of my eyes.
Abke
him verqq me as Parq for the trunk, calms my soul as calmed the grief
of a child whose bird died , and preaches me as preached the heel of Ben
Malik،
Then he laughs at me and says :
Minutes and time paradise, so hold on, hold on, I'm waiting for you
there.
You know what, buddy!
And God I want nothing but to tell me that he loves me to calm my heart."
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