Biography
Broke finance student
Fana
Shaitan himself could not bar this Tariqa Heated like Jahannam, my wilful Qalb If love be a mirage, I ride the Buraq Fierce dervish, whirling till dust turns to Dua Allow this steely heart its sacred Tasnim. Mushrik for you, I heed no Āliha Absolve me my hubris, around you my Tawaf Qibla erased in the fire of your Tajalli Burn away my sins, though I yet face your Fitnah And even in Jannah, I would dispute your Nafs.
Family
All are smarting from hurts, and no one forgives another. Wounded like you, wounding like you, I live towards you. That mere graze of spirit, repeated with every touch We sustain it as we age, and make it the coldest silence.
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Blog entries by Nahiyan Naushad
Geborgenheit (23/06/2026)
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