When I die, I apologize to you for my cowardice That I turned my head away From you and myself That I could convey to you properly The Truth.| Traversing Tradition
He lost his father before he spoke, Then lost his grandfather — another stroke. An orphan, a child, with no gold, no throne— But the Lord of the Throne called him His own.| Traversing Tradition
Day in and day out, Night and day, Man sees Signs of his Lord, In the horizons, on his way. The sun is setting, To his Home, he's returning. Did he fill his bag with good deeds? Or just ran after desires and needs? Allah’s Rope has reached the land, From above the heavens. The […]| Traversing Tradition
Explore the journey of faith in a chaotic world, where doubt meets the call to return to Allah's mercy and purpose in our lives.| Traversing Tradition