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Returning

I observe my behavior, it it right, is it wrong. I pray to my Lord five times a day. I fast for ramadan, shawwal and muhuram. I am not perfect, yes I commit sins. I seek forgiveness and I feel remorse. Money has no meaning, deed are whats needed. When I go what will I take with me? My money, no my clothes, no my car, no my deeds, yes. We came from dust and to the dust we are returning. I think constantly about my actions and what comes out my mouth. I try to be patient, calm and kind. I give to charity, i smile even when i am down. When I go, what willI take with me. My jewllery, no my home, no my pride, no my deeds, yes We came from Allah and to him we shall return. I hope and pray my deeds take me to the garden and not to the fire. We came from the dust and to the dust we are returning.

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