Bismiʾllah.
Every summer I pine for the sultry nights wherein Allah ﷻ pours His mercy and displays His majesty as He comes to the lowest Heaven seeking His servants.
The anticipation wafts amidst the humid air, and the smell of hope permeates every solid form. Everything is fluid.
It is on nights such as now that I languish in my solitary freedom.
- Ryan
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