It worries me sometimes. To suddenly realize that I am just a temporary patron of this world, in a borrowed body of my own soul. That everywhere I go, the Lord will See what no one else does. That my death is by a hinge that can soon be broken without any need for permission or acknowledgement. And there I go, moving in and out of time, amongst other patrons of Earth, sometimes forgetting my true duty as a Muslim. How it is not just about living this world and gaining its riches. But to actually gain, if more than just the discernible.
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