I Stay, Yet I Rise

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I read your storms before your skies turned gray, I knew your silence had too much to say. Your voice would tremble, mine would quietly bend, I wore my heart like armor, lover and friend. I stayed through shadows, guessed your hidden pain, Held pieces of you through thunder and rain. Yet when my oceans rose and pulled me apart, You stood like distance, not close to my heart. Tell me, what kind of love clocks out at night? Leaves at midnight and calls that feeling right? How do you whisper “I care” then disappear, When the one who loves you is drowning in fear? I know, I know you care in ways you can, You stayed till two, till three, tried to understand. But love is not counted in rare borrowed hours, It is presence in weakness, not petals and flowers. And maybe, yes, I hid tears in my chest, Pretended my breaking deserved little rest. Maybe I never screamed, “Please, don’t you go,” Expected your heart to simply know. But darling, if I call you mine, even friend, I’d sit through the nig...
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A tunnel leading to Masjid al-Aqsa

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This man in al-Quds deserves so much love and recognition. Abu Khadijah was offered a fortune from authorities and upto 36 million dollars from foreigners to sell his small cafe in the old city of Jerusalem which has a tunnel leading to Masjid al-Aqsa underneath it but he refused. 


He said, 'This land belongs to the Muslims and I will not give away a single part of it for any price in this world!' That's manhood and sacrifice beyond all comprehension. Loyalty over money!

These are the real ones whose lives should be celebrated and shared.

~Shaykh Aslam

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