We are a thick skinned people with emtpy souls. We spend our days playing dice, chess, or sleeping - and we say we are the best people that ever came to mankind?

O Sultan, my master, if my clothes are ripped and torn it is because your dogs with claws are allowed to tear me.

And the writing is still : to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.

We killed you and it was not new for us, we killed the companions of the Prophet and the friends of God. O how many Messengers did we slay? O how many imams? We killed you and you prayed the night prayer, as all of our days are struggle - and all of our days are Karbala.

Some are like the Moon, good looking, but only when they're away from you.

There is who loves you quietly, and respects you quietly, and wishes you privately, and walks away when he sees you busy with someone other than him, and his ego restrains him from getting near you, and contents himself with the love for the sake of love

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.