I am returning after a mini eternity to my lovely blog, and all I have to say is, "Ooh. May I have a glass of water please. [Pause] Er, bring me the jug."
I mean what is this? The clouds have been hogging the skies for a week, but not a drop of rain. Not in this city. Heard (and saw on TV) that Lahore's been practically flooded. I can't even imagine what a gigantic mess will Karachi be if it rains that sufficiently.
A trillion cars jam on a few decent roads would be a spectacle. This summer's War of the Worlds.
Allah is Beautiful, and Hu Loves Beauty!
When the primordial Question, "Am I not your Lord?" reached my perception, I remember, I had said, "Yes! And You are Beautiful! And I love You!" That became the anthem of my soul. Then I was put to sleep. Now I wake up. This is a chronicle of my awakening.
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