Still Fireflies Burning Part (2)
Bismillahir rahmanir Rahim.
Apart from the tour, the various easy 'noskha' thoughts of praying started so much anagona. At one time the thought seemed quite appropriate that I would write a letter to one of my students and send it to the service of the lord, and he would come to my service with the good prayers of the lord. I almost fell into the dungeon of self-deception; At that time a dream solved all the dilemmas.
The mystery of dreams is still unknown to man. We do not know how to dream and why. But it is true that where people come from, dreams come from. Dreams show people the way from the sky and I dreamed, I was crossing the sea in a small boat towards a green island. There were waves in the sea, there were storms, but I was confident. When I woke up, the wave of love and the wave of love awoke in the calm sea of my heart. With a calm heart I came to the firm conclusion that no matter how difficult it was, I would visit and visit that 'green island'.
The speed and misfortune of the modern age, whose name is mobile, took refuge in it. My lord's favorite voice came from the other end. Halpursi is. He said, "I have not seen you for a long time. I said, 'I will come tomorrow with your permission.' He said, Come on, I am waiting for you.
In front of a faithful disciple there is no butt, but in front of me was the butt of that weakness of my nature. So until the tour started, I was worried that no lame excuses would stand in the way! There are very few bad examples in my life of backing away from the big good wishes of life due to this one weakness. But thank God, the journey finally came and today this journey also started.
Towards the end of this tour I saw the light of a firefly on one of my favorite secluded paths at night and found some comfort in the midst of many disappointments. In the hope that this firefly and its light will be successful in my life, the title of this travelogue is 'Fireflies are still burning'.
The situation came to a head when I said goodbye to my loved ones in the evening after a long day of organizing; I cry one drop, they cry ten drops. And mother! She is my mother! Her tears are not in her eyes, her tears are deep in her heart. But in the end he also said goodbye to Amanillah.
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