We All Face Death In The End.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

Listen With Ears Of Tolerance! See Through The Eyes Of Compassion! Speak With The Language Of Love

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.