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In the quiet of 1:15 a.m., she stirred from a deep sleep, awakening to the realization that she had missed her salah. There was no flutter of guilt, only a gentle, spreading smile as she acknowledged the lapse. The room was dark, the world outside silent, but inside her, a warm light seemed to flicker … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
As Sindhu and Naseer made their way through the bustling lanes leading to Haji Ali, there was an unmistakable glint of awe in Sindhu’s eyes. The ancient, mystical presence of the dargah seemed to cast a protective spell around her, a feeling she had come to rely on during her visits. This was a place … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
“The moment I go far from your grace, I get very lost. Everything just seems overwhelming,” I said to my wise old teacher one cool morning. My heart felt heavy, like a sack of apples too big to carry. He smiled gently and said, “Come with me.” We walked together to his terrace garden where … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
“Who are You?” whispered the Sufi professor, kneeling on the cool marble of Haji Ali’s sacred ground. His heart danced to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore, his soul bathed in the ethereal fragrance of roses. The lush sea stretched endlessly behind him, a testament to the Creator’s boundless mercy. He had &#... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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