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Musings of a Surrendered Heart

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۞| "And never have I been in my supplication to You, my Lord, unhappy." [19:4]

Most days - which I wish would be all - I return to the recesses of the religion that raised me and of the faith that had kept my heart at peace for so long. 

We're all lacking - whether by sinning or by failing to fulfil our obligations to the fullest. However, I pray that we strive to be the best we can be. 

As a proud Muslim, as someone who's not afraid to advocate for Islam, though I may lack in knowledge, as someone who finds peace and safety in the bosom of this beautiful faith, I share with you my musings. 

Whether it is verses I've loved and/or pondered over, whether it is miracles within the Qur'an that I have learned of and find fascinating, or whether it is Nasheeds, I want to share them here. 

These are the musings of my surrendered, muslim heart. One that has only surrended to the Lord of the Worlds.All Rights Reserved

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