قَالَ رَبِّ إِنِّي وَهَنَ ٱلۡعَظۡمُ مِنِّي وَٱشۡتَعَلَ ٱلرَّأۡسُ شَيۡبٗا وَلَمۡ أَكُنۢ بِدُعَآئِكَ رَبِّ شَقِيّٗا
He said, "My Fosterer! my bones have become weak and my head is shining with grey hair and I have never been unsuccessful in my prayer to you, my Fosterer
Author: Mir Anees Original