Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Who does he fear? What is his illness?
The one who smiles can be with stillness.
The many of them reply to the messengers
With day to entrance their very passengers.
In those who do good deeds is a prize
That mutters and utters its enterprise.
Those who fear their Lord are in an array,
Indeed, in the alternation of the night and the day…
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