My words are blades
Honed by emotion’s leather strop
To slice-slice-slice-slice-slice
Paper-thin slivers of your heart.I’ll sweep them into my hand,
And hold them there and marvel —
Too pretty to eat,
But I am a writer, so —I turn my words into glue
Paste the pieces back together
And give it back to you.
Boldogkőváralja, Hungary
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.اللَّهُمَّ انْفَعْنِي بِمَا عَلَّمْـتَنِي وَ عَلِّمْنِي مَا يَنْفَعُنِي
Allâhumma infa‘nî bimâ ‘allamtanî wa ‘allimnî ma yanfa‘unî.
Oh Allah! Make useful for me what You taught me and teach me knowledge that will be useful to me.
اللَّهمَّ لا سَهْلَ إِلاَّ مَا جَعَلتَه ُُ…