His Grandeur

Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE HI MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 So many of His creations, Are slaves and caged; For the gratification and ease Of fellow creations created by Him. If not for His designs, how can this happen? We are also incarcerated and controlled To play the song of His pick; For His gratification, for His compassion For His generosity, for His benevolence. This rotation of time spins endlessly. Why vex and annoyed? Why moan? For a crumb of food, we struggle. Force our stride to the nameless, To unbolt, new panoramas for majesty. /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-bidi- "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii- mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi- mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi- mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}

His Grandeur

IRGC personnel, Basij militia members killed in strikes

Fuel vessels in Strait of Hormuz targeted by Iran