I am so close, I may look distant.

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

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.