O
Allaah, I am Your servant, son of Your servant, son of Your
maidservant,
my forelock is in Your hand, Your command over me is
forever executed and Your decree over me is just.
I ask You by every
name belonging to You which You name Yourself with, or revealed in Your
Book, or You taught to any of Your creation, or You have preserved in
the knowledge of the unseen with You, that You make the Qur’aan the life
of my heart and the light of my breast, and a departure for my sorrow
and a release for my anxiety.
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