The night of Qadr, the opening of the wings of the angels and thrones, is a sight on earth. The stars, with their beautiful illumination, reflect the burning tears and repentance of sinful servants at the height of their gaze and in the sky of love. Yes, the hands of God’s need are raised to be filled with the fragrance of His mercy.
I look around me. Everywhere is filled with the smell of God’s mercy, kindness and love. Everywhere is filled with the painful lamentation of divine lovers. The romantic tunes quench the thirst of the souls wandering in the desert of the world with their thirsty voice and bring the love and need to the peak with the wails of Bek Ya Allah. Tonight, the moonlight is not the same as usual, it has also become brighter to illuminate and divine the dark and black hearts of many years with the rays of divine mercy.
Lord! In this night, my eyes are fixed on the sky and my head is on the threshold of your grave. Barrels! I am looking at your rosary and staring at the horizon, watching the galaxy of your kindness. Or light! There is no helper except your kindness. So take my hand. There is no support except the shelter of your grace and mercy. accept me to you Tears and painful moans slowly pull my heart to you.
Kindly! I know that you have made the Night of Qadr an opportunity for those who are passionate and in love with you, and I have to climb this ladder in this beautiful and luminous night. I have to find a way to heaven. I must approach eternity. I have to go around the imam like the angels. I have to go to the light. I have to reflect my existence in these good things. In this night, I have to find myself, who has lost my way for years and is a prisoner of my thoughts. I have to walk on this lonely road, cry out “Ya Allah” lovingly and engrave “Band Band or Ghiyath al-Mustaghithin” on the tablet of my heart.
I have to take the color of God, that the night of grace is the night of beauty, it is the night of becoming heavenly. It is the night of fellowship with the angels. The night of repentance and forgiveness is the night of promise with God. And I have come with tearful eyes and empty hands and a bag of guilt weighing heavily on my shoulders.
I have come to always equate my need with the needlessness of his existence. I have come to count the rosary of repentance and forgiveness. I have come to immerse myself in the boundless ocean of divine mercy.
I have come, the best! Oh the best! O most kind! To accept me in the feast of your servants and forgive my sins. I have come to partake of the fourteen pure lights and take on the highest book and go higher. Lend me to you and on this night, sit with your best friends and forget that I am lost and lost without you.
When you turn the pages of the number of days of service, you see the grace of God’s mercy in the days, some months have a different mood. The color and smell of God is more visible in them.
Rajab, the month of God, the month of emptying from other than God, the month when the angels on earth seek to collect forgiveness like you and me. It should be evacuated, we should see how we spent the days. With which rhythmic resonance did our heartbeats play?
Have you opened your heart with the cry of asking for forgiveness (Astagfirullah wa Asela al-Tuba) in this mikdah? ! and whether . .
We take the steps further to reach the intended Kaaba. Sha’ban is coming. When the container of your service is empty from the fever of the air of the soul, Sha’ban arrives with a dawn full of Mohammedan flowers and the perfume of Allah and sets foot on the house of the heart. He comes to this house to bring bouquets of remembrance and spirituality. Every time we take a step forward, we feel lighter.
And now it’s time to polish the heart. The heart that we have devoted Rajab to its trimming in Sha’ban. Kindly, thank you for making me, my organs, my womb, my tongue, my eyes, my ears and my whole being a guest of this song with your dignity, a guest that even making eye contact with is worship.
Slowly, we lay a pleasant and light-winged pass on the wings of the angels and embrace the hands of Ramadan, we start counting down our hearts and towards love and drunkenness in our hands.
We are nearing the middle of God’s month. The sound of God’s mercy is heard. In the heart of the great time, the angels of heaven come to earth to make their wings a carpet for the feet of the Malkutians. They came to buy you. They will come to take you to that god who is the buyer of every bad natured Joseph.
Laila Qadr are waiting to play the lantern of love and love. The lover of the heart spreads the fragrance of healing and mercy, it charms you, who are in love and crazy, to buy her cuteness.
I have come to your place to look at me
It’s nice to spend on you if you heal me
And it is there that this Abd Sarapa turns towards the truth of the world and takes the charter of a vague future from the hands of Mulaman Hajjat bin Al-Hassan (AS).
God, what will happen to us this night, full of mercy and blessings, but I don’t know the custom of going mad, we don’t know that if Laila Alam breaks your begging bowl. He loves you and is waiting for a look full of your needs. The night of judgment has come so that you, who are tired of the world, are tired of being a servant of the body. Hold the string of a woman’s spirituality and the Quran, which is the source of the world’s spirituality, with the language of tears, with the language that is the gift of the cup, with the language that is the alchemy of the heart. The beloved who waters the cheeks of the lovers in the sand so that the saplings of fear and joy grow in it.
Dew that if Laila Majnoon glances at it, all your sins will be forgiven if it is equal to the number of stars in the sky. Yes, these tears should be given as a gift to him.
Latifah! Now that you have opened your mercy to the weak and the rich spiritually, and now that I am holding the small heart of Ramadan, which flows through my veins by washing the blood, in my arms. How can you leave this lover who is trapped in the friend’s trouble to yourself?
How can you deprive me of the atmosphere of the nights of Qadr so that I can wade in this mortal sea? . .
How? !
O cute goddess! With all my needs, I have come to your door so that you can write forgiveness on the sea of my sins so that I can reach the pilgrimage of Agha Hajjah bin Al-Hassan (AS) with a pure vision.
O Muharram of the secret! With a burning heart, I have come to find the lost link of my humanity in the night of appreciation, so that I may become a seeker of your path. Oh God, no need! I have come with thirst, love and need, so that you may paint our world with a divine color for the right of your best servants, for the right of your master, and for the right of the lamentations of the infallibility of our world, so that we may become a god.
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