hafhusini

You are the end of my Fatiha and my prayers, and the Basmala of the Qur’an. I lost my way and met you, my Master, who met me. He is tender and does not close his door and does not forget me. He swore in the longing of Ruqyah. I have no one but you. Seconds, I came with my mixed bags standing at the door of Hussein, hoping with them to obtain the honor of victory in his hands on the return..