💠 Rain falls soft on Razavi gold, Whispers secrets the heavens told. Each drop a prayer, each sigh a grace, Washing sorrow from every face. The marble weeps with joy, not pain, As hearts are healed beneath the rain. O pilgrim soul, so bruised, so worn— Here, even grief is gently shorn. A thousand hopes in silence cry, But none unanswered pass the sky. At Imam Reza’s door, so wide, Even the rain is sanctified. ✍ Farheen Kazmi 🆔 *The official WhatsApp channel of Imam Reza (as):* https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaFmVt89sBIBwDUbda3o 📲 +989338604490