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Potions brewing, gurgling sounds,
acidic breath, rises from beakers, elixirs to drink, life to be found. Chemicals boiling on wooden stoves, life out of magic, magic from fumes stirring substances of unknown origin, the alchemist tries to prolong life. Beyond comprehension,beyond power, beyond ability, beyond solution; try as he might, to understand the game of life, he will be unable to play, prolong or end. Life and death, start and end, existence, birth, elimination, no one besides Him, can create, manage or understand. May Almighty Allah bless and protect us and our homes, Amin!
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