Orange streaked the sky, a blend of warm pinks and soft blues. With the call to prayer our intention renews. Our hand raise only to glorify and only to declare our love for the One up high.
When you wake even in strife from the beginnings of dawn to when light has gone, simply worshipping, you know you've found the meaning of life.
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