Roses have thorns but we still call them beautiful. Maybe that's how الله ﷻ sees us: flawed, but still worth loving.
A hero to most, a villain to some. Either way I'm fine with your opinions and I'm doing divine!
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
هر آنچه در قلب هست را نمیتوان گفت.
پس خدا، آه کشیدن، اشک، خوابهای طولانی و خندههای سرد را آفرید...