how could I not weep, while I do not know what will become of me? my lower-self deceives me, my days are passing me, and the wings of death are fluttering over me. so, how could I not weep? I weep for the darkness of my soul and the narrowness of my grave. I weep for the burdens on my back and the Day when all my deeds shall be presented before You.
— Du'a ʾAbū Hamza al-Thumālī (دعاء أبي حمزة الثمالي)


















