Untitled XXVII

#listen-container { display: inline-block; padding: 9px 15px; background: #10578E; cursor: pointer; transition: all 0.3s ease; border: 1px solid #1791ef; border-bottom: 1px solid #156caf; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; } #listen-container:hover { background: #2f9cf1; } #listen-container a { color: #fff; } .listen-container-svg { fill: #fff; height: 20px; width: 22px; margin-right: 5px; } #text-player { margin-right: 0; display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; top: -3px; position: relative; float: none; font-family: "Roboto","sans-serif"; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; } Listen to this Poem Your browser does not support the audio element. Our laws are different from other laws. Our religion is like no other. It is different from the seventy-two sects. We are guided by different signs, In this world an hereafter. Without cleansing of visible waters, without any movement of hands, feet, or head- we worship Whether at the Kaaba, in the mosque, or in ritual prayer, everyone carries their own disease. Which labels refer to whom, no one really knows. Tomorrow it will be clear who abandoned the religion. Yunus, renew your soul, be remembered as a friend, Know this power. Listen with the ears of love.