I was wandering lonely and lost, till the musicyou played pulledmy soul into a vortex of emotions, reminding me thatI was still alive

Yes, my scars shape meToday, I have learnt to coverit with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life

Pushed into darkness, the only way out wasto seek light with thetorch of hope and faithburning in my heart

My eyes constantly seekthe rainbow of my dreamsand I sometimes fail to be grateful for raindropsthat keeps my hope alive

Your exuberance, passion, mesmerizing voice, animated actions, and eyes full of dreamscaptured my attentionso completely, that I didn't feel the bitter taste of coffee

The pull of lingering dreams, the strong, bitter tasteof morning coffee, the ticking clock, and horn of awaiting busform a powerful combination to kick-start the day

I didn't survivethe storm outsideto allow anyone (including myself)to erode my soul

I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival

The road to recovery may be tough, but I've closed all the doorsthat lead to giving upWith only one choice in hand, I am focused on healing

I plan for all obstacles, I prepare with care, I worry endlesslyfor the road aheadIn all this, I forgetto enjoy small momentsof my present journey

Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend

Night is a world lit by itself

Gomst's mouth framed a 'no', but every other muscle in him said 'yes'. You'd think priests would be better liars, what with their jobs and all.

It is always some illusion that creates disillusion, especially in the young, for whom the only alternative to perfection is cynicism.

That's one of the great advantages of age. You can say, I don't want to, I don't care, you can throw temper tantrums, and nobody minds.

Your thoughts, your words, and your actions created the life you are living. You create your results—no one else.

When I was in college, I had a friend who was an artist and her theory was that all the best art in the world is funny/sad. That was her favorite genre. Funny/sad are probably my two favorite tones.

God made you and me, in certain respects, quite unequal, and it would be futile to try any interference with His arrangements.

When your child is looking up at you and you are putting them to bed at night, and they are just lying there, you have to remind yourself that's what it's all about.

I have written my work, not as an essay which is to win the applause of the moment, but as a possession for all time

Like the sun that sets at the end of the day, so too will Ramadan come and go, leaving only it's mark on our heart's sky.