Will they build houses?
Long ages ago, in a land far away, Lived a chosen messenger of Almighty Allaah, Who steadfastly prayed and called to the Truth; So true was the man whose name was Noah.
Long ages ago, in a land far away, Lived a chosen messenger of Almighty Allaah, Who steadfastly prayed and called to the Truth; So true was the man whose name was Noah.
It’s an old tale, borrowed from the wreckages of past. Ali bin Muttaqi, the pious, in his mosque stood aghast. He was reciting God’s names, as he did dawn to dusk. It was Friday and yet there were none in the mosque. The Imam, with a heavy heart, got up from his prayers, He put… Read More The Tears of Ali bin Muttaqi
An artistic representation – courtesy: http://www.tumblr.com/search/the conference the birds A year ago when I was dead, I walked alone the lonely road; Thinking of nothing, I moved towards The icy chill of my hellish abode.