There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

You rave about the Holy Place (Masjid al-Haram) and say you've visited God's garden but where is your bunch of flowers? There is some merit in the suffering you have endured but what a pity you have not discovered the Makkah thats inside

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Just as the heart becomes carefree in a place of green, growing plants, goodwill and kindness are born when our souls enter happiness.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.