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Fruit

No punishment ,chains or fetters,
Just love and what could be better,
Than this place wherein the blessed ones reside,
With righteous family and friends by their side.
The weak, poor and oppressed have become The Victors in the end.
To Allah they had been steadfast, abstaining from The Major Sin.
Good cheer and fine speech is all that will reach,
These friends as they recline and dine,
While enjoying the fruit from the vine.
A benevolent reward from HE (Allah).
The Creator of all that we see.

By,
Habib Abu Lateef

Copyright 2003 Habib Khalil Abd Al Haqq





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