Laylatul Qadr poem

A blessed night in which angels descend, A special month for good deeds to ascend, The night is still, You feel a chill, The month of mercy is close to an end A prayer mat set Peace in your heart, As you reflect on the deeds You’ve gained from the start, Prepare to benefit, From the bounties of your Lord, An odd day it falls upon Hasten for the reward! Better than a thousand months A night that can change

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