بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ This year, May, your secret name is holy month, the fragrance of your nearness intoxicates me, your whisper is women, their devotion in the courtyard of humid night and jasmine. The roots of my hair cry out for your orange blossom
Ramadan in shades of spring
Ramadan in shades of spring
Ramadan in shades of spring
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ This year, May, your secret name is holy month, the fragrance of your nearness intoxicates me, your whisper is women, their devotion in the courtyard of humid night and jasmine. The roots of my hair cry out for your orange blossom