And when I hear your name my heart chants it with longing... and when my tongue says your name with every sob of a chest all troubles of this life and what's within disappear... and when I contemplate in the marvel of your words my heart yearns to make you pleased... so when my humanity beats me and my hands and legs fail me that I can't hurry to you to be pleased with me... give mercy to my weakness and heal my heart with a good doing that is pure for you until you're pleased with me... ease what you love for me and help me to do what you love... and all my hope is to be wholly love to you... O Allah...
Randa...
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