O' God 🕋
Let me revolve around your holiest bricks, silkyest black and golden belt
Let me shed all my untrue layers with every turn, every push and every step
Bankrupt but rich; let me come as a multi-worshipper and leave in the pocket of my heart the One Self.
Thirsty but quenched; let me come with Gallons of hope to drink tomorrow,
and leave with a cusp of zamzam
Let me come rested and well,
and leave sore and restless
Invite me
You are a generous Host
and i am your needy guest
Brush 🖌 by Muhammad Suleman Rehman
