BY BABIRYE WARDA
Do I even know how to cry?
Can I still hold onto the dreams
I long for the moment
I long for the time
I long for those pleasure
I long for innocence
It might be the last time I live
I might not live to see tomorrow
But I am grateful to be me now
I am also grateful for being among the few
The few who can make their will
I have nothing at hand
But I have something that money cannot buy
I have a pleasure that is beyond a treasure
I have a guarantee that you will love it
Discover the magic of learning Islam
My will is Islam for my loved ones
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