On bright, cloudy days I think of you, I still do. But once the temperament of the clouds change, more emotional, more deep and darker in color. I get a bit mental. And opt to think about Him instead. I instill the anxiety and fear I should have as I look up. Tiny. Helpless. On judgement day, the angels will come down in a huge cloud, they come down as His witness.
Will I survive his wrath?
Will my connection with the Prophet be enough to save me?
Al-Baqarah, 210 :
They do not wait aught but that Allah should come to them in the shadows of clouds along with the angels, and the matter has (already) been decided : and all matters are returned to Allah.
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things you wander when you get older...
I guess this is why I believe wisdom comes with age =)
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