Sometimes we come across someone who reminds us of a son who is no longer with us
Sometimes the bridge across the waters of grief is strengthened with faith
Sometimes it takes multiple little flowers/individual with unity, faith and discipline to become an Ummah of beauty
Sometimes we have to learn from the blue heron, to rest quietly at Ishraaq after a night of tahajjud, fajr and dhikr.
Age does not dull the beauty of faith
The ducks seem to get along well in their group Dhikr and breakfast
How we maintain our Istiqamah in public reflects our faith for all to see
Even a drop (of Dawah) makes a ripple in the lake (our environment(
Sometimes in the fall of life, one can beautify The Path for others.
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