Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/

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

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

If You Are A Man Of Learning, Read Something Classic, A History Of The Human Struggle And Don't Settle For Mediocre Verse.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.