I step over the slight hump at the entrance of the musallah, where the carpet softens the rise, but if you’re not mindful, you might stub your toe, unaware of what you’re stepping into.
Beautifully expressed, your words capture the sacred weight of the place and the quiet power of presence. May that memory continue to echo in your heart and actions, long after you’ve stepped out.
Beautifully expressed, your words capture the sacred weight of the place and the quiet power of presence. May that memory continue to echo in your heart and actions, long after you’ve stepped out.
Ameen! JazaikAllah hu khairan