“And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.”

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.

I loved you more than love was allowed.

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.

We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.

What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.

Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.

In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.

When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.

She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.

He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.

I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.

The sad thing is, she said, the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.

In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.

The one thing that the racist can never manage is anything like discrimination: he is indiscriminate by definition.

The mocker will not have the last laugh. You see, dancing on the grave of an extinguished Christianity is farcical at best. Because the grave is empty. And the one who knows the way out of the grave sits in the heavens and laughs.

When Allah puts barakah (His blessings) in something, it will come beyond your expectations- never underestimate the power of one good deed.

Faith never knows where it is being led, but it loves and knows the One who is leading.

The more one does the more one can do.

Holding a grudge does not hurt the person against whom the grudge is held, it hurts the one who holds it.

There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.