Every morning, I hear the high pitched squeaking sound at the entrance of my door, never failing to wake me of my deep slumber. Every morning I hear footsteps coming closer and closer to it's aid but when I turn the knob, he was never there.
What could it be?
Who would come to the aid of these homeless when no one else would?
My eyes wildly scanned the hall for a sign, just a single sign of presence but alas silence was the only thing that answered my call. I starred down at the homeless, sighed then smiled.
"Meow"
How could anyone not appreciate and adore such innocent and beautiful eyes such as thee? This would had succumb to the cruelty of time, leaving such pure hearts burn in ashes of darkness, dwindling in the web of fear until thee is of not of pure light any longer.
But once in a life time, like now, you would fine a person roaming the city with nothing to give spends their love and happiness for others to share. Scares away the loneliness in children's hearts and tuck them into beds, leaves food for the homeless and aid the need. This person of mysteries are quite rare to be seen in bright day light as they linger in the dark but never consumed in selfishness. This person of pure intentions was always misjudged and sometimes never known by people of it's kind, because this person of mysteries did all of the things people never did was for only one reason only.
That reason is for Allah the almighty.
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