Here, my Lord made beauty / If you listen, you can hear the heart beating beauty
Here, my Lord made beauty / If you listen, you can hear the heart beating beauty
There was a time When the universe ended At the walls of my room. But when the veil was lifted…
The nearest parking spot. It always looked so appealing, so tempting. But then again, it also always was clearly marked…
Thoughtful reads. Writing prompts. New pieces.
It just might become your favorite email in your inbox, insha'Allah.