The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To

Respond To Every Call That Excites Your Spirit.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

Keep Your Intelligence White Hot And Your Grief Glistening“ So Your Life Will Stay Fresh.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

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