In the name of the One, who sanctifies dust, when the pure tread upon it.
He is the One who, split the rock for Moses, and softened the land for the slain.
He led His chosen to the shore of grief, where the soil drinks the sky.
He built a sanctuary not of stone, but of sorrow and steadfast hearts.
Peace be upon the tents where weeping was worship, and patience the only shield.
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