I lost everything i have, found myself.

One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.

By the mercy of Allah Paradise has eight doors one of those is the door of repentance, child. All the others are sometimes open, sometimes shut, but the door of repentance is never closed. Come seize the opportunity: the door is open; carry your baggage there at once.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.