The rain on my heart,
softly cleansing, like each word I hear
when the Qur'an speaks to me.
Its verses sink deep, washing away
the dust of my doubts and fears,
leaving my soul in a quiet reverence.
The grace upon my head,
like a crown I wear with humility,
bestowed by the Almighty,
guiding my steps when I falter,
keeping me firm in His remembrance.
The mercy at my soul,
a shelter in the storms I face,
for every hardship, a relief,
for every tear, a healing balm.
How can I not feel His nearness
when my heart beats in His name?
So which of the favours of my Lord can I deny?
None.
For His love is woven in every breath I take,
and in every breath, I return with "Alhamdulillah."
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