In the name of the One who stores oceans in the tear of an orphan.
He is the Merciful, whose mercy rains upon deserts and wraps the weak in majesty.
He watched as they sealed the river, yet His light still flowed in the veins of the dying.
They thirsted with patience so that truth would not dry in the mouths of tyrants.
Peace be upon the parched lips that whispered praise while angels wept.
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