Why is there an idea in my head to pursue this, Musa?
It’s like a one way street
No turning back
Musa,
You were wanted
Yet you came at a moment, uninvited
You were my gift,
My hope,
My surprise.
I don’t know what you are.
But you are something Allah gave to me.
Musa,
I hope I will fulfill my responsibilities to my Creator
The ones regarding you.
I hope I could win the prize.
I want to succeed.
I want you to fight in the prophet’s team.
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