O Lord, O Lord, O Lord. O Allah, O the Greatest, O the Hearer and Seer of all things, O He Who has no partner or assistant, O the Creator of the sun and the luminous moon, O the Refuge of a fear-stricken destitute, O the Nourisher of little baby, O the Healer of a fractured bone, I cry unto You like the crying of a poor beggar or that of a helpless blind or emaciated man. I beg of You that You make the Qur’an the springtime for my heart and remedy for my grief.
M.I
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