“Our Lord, let not our hearts deviate after You have guided us and grant us from Yourself mercy. Indeed, You are the Bestower.” (QURAN 3:8)
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My eyes snapped open in a fright.
For a few moments, I sat heaving on my bed unable to calm down my hyperventilation. With a painful groan, I slumped against my knees. My hand clutching at the necklace in desperation to seek some console as I kept trying to conjure an image of Navi, without the gore and blood of my dream. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the way he tried to calm my breathing at times like these, eventually my thoughts would drift to the memory of my nightmare; in which a lifeless Navi was curled up in my embrace while I wailed for his loss, painted in his blood.
حَيَّ عَلَىٰ ٱلْفَلَاحِ
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