He Is A Letter To Everyone. You

The Prophets Accept All Agony And Trust It For The Water Has Never Feared The Fire.

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

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