Most High

Oh, The Most Gracious.

I drown in worship. In the sea of oneness. Thank you. Dunya cannot understand me the way you can. So you set me free to be me as you have set the birds free to not be chained to the ropes of the food in their nest of a refrigerator.

You made me unique and took care of me since I was a child. Showed me miracles that others haven’t seen. So, show me show them that you are constantly showing yourself through their reflection in the mirror.

I drown in your miracles on this glorious sirat-ul-mustakeem.