The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

There's A Path From Your Heart To Mine.

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.

Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of Hardship. No, It Is There Because Nothing Exists But Allah. Poverty Unlocks The Door - What A Blessed Key!

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.