Those who trust in luck are bound to His decree.
For every night is the Night of Qadr.
The believers have performed ablutions in their own blood; my ablution in ink is poor. In the name of the Most Pure, you who read these words, remember me in your prayers. Remember me so that He may remember me. Intercede for this scribbler that his Author may forgive him. Surely my effort has earned a syllable of kindness from your lips.