“I don’t need you to love me, I love me.”

Her persona may be quiet, but her observation loud.

I am on a self-love journey; still learning how to love myself. I carry wounds that I have not yet healed from; some days they seem to disappear and other days they bleed heavily.

They say, “follow your heart,” but sometimes the heart can be unreliable when it tangles in the blindness of love.

Heartbreak is a brutal teacher.

I understand that you stay for all the things he has done right but sometimes the wrongs outweigh the rights.

My tears built the ocean that you brutally threw me in. When you left me to drown, I grew the strength to float. Bravely learned how to swim, and saved myself at shore.

I believe in the woman I am striving to become.

Don’t be afraid to rebrand yourself.

I have never met a strong woman who has never been broken. She had to learn how to pick herself her and carry on. She had to learn how to depend on herself for happiness.

I am not afraid to allow myself to fall, rise, grow and learn.

Your mind is your lead, inject it with positivity. Your feet are your foundation walk with purpose. And your heart is your stamp, make it beautiful.

Fathers should endeavor to prove that good men still exist by teaching their daughters how a woman should be treated through leading by example.

You strengthen your confidence through trial and error. Your mistakes will shape you into a stronger version of yourself.

If you approach the mountain in fear, it will look bigger than it actually is.

I lost my appetite for you.

This strength you have built will take you places. Be proud of the warrior you have become.

I feel quite excited about the possibility of working on multiple albums. There’s something really iconic about having a catalog featuring a lot of albums, and I’d love to have that legacy.

You are, Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence.

No matter what, you will always have you. Learn to appreciate that.

Sing the song of love and abundance the universe is waiting to dance to its tune.

There’s the hype stuff that people love for five minutes and then there’s the stuff that changes cultures and shifts how you look at music. And then there’s that rare point where that hype stuff changes the game.

There are two languages that I love: Farsi and Panjabi. Because the depth of Sufi thought in these two languages cannot be found in any other language.

Our love lives forever In the land of lost poetry.

Sometimes a break up breaks us open to love even more.