Miracles come from the Lord—
in a blink of an eye, at your door.
She turned her face and said: 'I am old.'
In Ibrahim's house, there was a guest
as a bird longs for an egg in her nest.
Take it from God—and ask for more.
From everything, there is a pair
as you long for a fetus, it will be there.
Is it heaven-sent?
Ibrahim and his spouse were scared.
But miracles need no one's consent
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