What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
Allah may plan a sequence of events that appear to be unrelated and coincidental, that I can only call Fate.
Sometimes I may momentarily forget that there is a silver lining behind every cloud.
But here I am today, glad and happy, thankful and grateful, that everything is mapped out for me, for the good of things.
Allhamdullilah
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