Gushes to the lips, as an orison, a wish of mine As does the candle, Allah, may so my life shine! May l conduce to the world free of ignorance! May every place gets lightened with my brilliance! So much l subserve to my nation’s prosperity, As much as a flower does to its bed’s…
A season of death, a season of loss; our buds rest into coffins, our blossoms have the scent of scars. With a call for Namaz, there’s a greater call to visit graveyards. Decades of violence; an abode of learners, a valley blooming with the hues of knowledgeโ now cradles in the darkness of ignorance. From…