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Bawa Muhaiyaddeen

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The prayers you perform, the duties you do, the charity and love you give is equal to just one drop. But if you use that one drop, continue to do your duty, and keep digging within, then the spring of Allah's grace and His qualities will flow in abundance.
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Sheikh and Disciple (1983)

 
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