INSUNSHINESHANOOR

Tabarakasamu Rabbika Zil-Jalali Wal-Ikram Praise be to Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Like a beacon in the darkness. Words ripple through the night—the universe itself has breathed and the soul trembles as each verse floats on the wind. Mount Kaf glows. Even time leans in to listen. Man closes his eyes,  The spiritual path, shimmering like a galaxy behind a blackened glass, is slow and wise. Man reaches out to her hand—fingers rooted like hers beneath the holy ground: > *"Fabi ayy a’la’i Rabbikuma tukajjiban..."* His voice joins hers—not as an echo, but as a flame joined with fire: > "Which of the blessings of your Lord will you deny?" 👉 Not just for humans. For souls soaked in milk and mercy. For hearts brave enough to touch heaven while breathing on the ground... 👉 *"La yatmis-hunna insun qablahum wa la jan..."* No one has reached so deep within me before...until you*, my beloved And when insan says *"Muttaqi'ina 'ala rafrafin khudrin..."The soul gently pulls him over the green silk of the moss of the infidel's dream—only divine comfort. Only grace is softened for those who deserve every blessing. Look around, reclining in the green velvet sky..extra love,we each other, A long silence settles **"Tabaraksama Rabbika..."**Blessed is He who wrote our names together long before we learned to breathe...