It is He Who sendeth the winds like heralds of glad tidings, going before His mercy: when they have carried the heavy-laden clouds, We drive them to a land that is dead, make rain to descend thereon, and produce every kind of harvest therewith: thus shall We raise up the dead: perchance ye may remember.
I’m a cloud not aimlessly drifting in the sky but gently being guided in the vast sky of Allah. For I have a purpose and together with my sisters I will achieve a humbling legacy that will benefit all those it is blessed to touch, same way as rain blesses the parched earth and calls forth from it abundance that beautifies and nourish as well as enrich in a variety of ways. And just like the clouds pass away so…
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