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and then our exile

Friday, January 14, 2005 at 4:00 a.m.

there are many stories we can live:
there is a rock underneath a waterdrop and every day the pois'ed orb burns its way through another niche, it is silent, steady, and one day you wake up and you no longer have any power over your mind
the power of your mind is the consciousness of self
and there is also a flood which roars through deserted alleys at early days of morning

there is so much noise, so much

can we not hear the echoes, hollow?
is it willing?

--

[This] has four beautiful qari's.

Yesterday i followed a funeral procession, as the body was buried the shaikh of the local masjid gave a du'a i have heard many times before, only this time it was real.
We live our death.

and then our exile

Friday, January 14, 2005 at 4:00 a.m.

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