For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come... And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.

Once in a while, people enter our lives and lessen the loneliness of being away from Home.

Let your heart go Home, even before your body arrives.

Before anything can break your heart, it must first own your heart. Stop handing your heart to dunya-it'll stop breaking it.

You put your head on the ground, and in that moment everything was okay.

I think we seek out people who we hope will fix what our childhood broke.

There's a time for words and a time for silence. If you're listening, you'll hear the difference.