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When Rabi'ah Al-Adawiyah said:
"Alangkah buruknya, orang yang menyembah Allah kerana mengharapkan Syurga dan terselamat dari Neraka.
Seandainya Syurga dan Neraka tidak ada, apakah engkau tidak menyembahNya? "
Satu kata bagi mereka yang memerlukan ubat kepada hati.
Ya, hati berubah-ubah sepanjang masa,
Terokai buku ini bagi menjentik hati,
Baru tahu sama ada hati kita rupanya bersih, kotor, atau sebenarnya telah nazak,
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