What Was Said To The Rose That

Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source Is Limitless, But It Comes Down According To The Season.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

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