The Chosen Ones Imam Hādī

Night gathers its black canopy. An alluring rainbow splashes color onto the world of being. Green leaves take in a deep breath. Flower buds break out in smiles of red and pink and yellow and blue. From one end of the horizon to the other, and from river banks near and distant, the sky takes on its azure hues. At each moment, white clouds take on new patterns and configurations on the sky’s cerulean background. The quicksilver of the waters of the streams and ancient gullies quiver as if in joyful praise of their Creator and hurry along their way. The birdsongs of the birds of the fields and valleys offer the most beautiful utterances of praise.

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