..her stirring awakes him..he stretches out and she curls as he gently strokes her..through the window, a waning moon sends in its silvery light and with its soft glow he casts a sleepy eye at the clock looking down upon him benignly..it is 3 o'clock in the morning...by the time he comes out of the bathroom, she stretches, acknowledging him with a small meow...as he dresses for prayer, she rubs herself against his legs..he pushes her aside, and stood in a 'qiam'...Allah...hu akbar...and she lies in a crouch next to his prayer-mat...
Lord, Your Mercy is like the rain that falls unabated from the heaven above..and Your Compassion the clouds from which burst forth the rain....I am never among those deserving your Edens and Heavens...but I am too weak and puny for the pain and suffering of your punishment and purgatory...I seek your Forgiveness..and I seek Your Mercy...
..he sits there a moment in the stillness, suddenly aware of her purring as unconsciously he strokes her...
..Lord, let this tears be a testimony to a pair of eyes that reach out to the deepest abyss of my heart... with only one desire...accept me, Lord, as your guest, that I may feast those eyes on your House....that I may cry out...
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Alhamdulillah, Pak Mat...
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