You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.

Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.

Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings