“The moon felt brighter, I smelt flowers as if they bloomed in winter and felt the sun bless my skin in darkness. My mind was healing and i could feel again.”

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

I am more than this skin I am in, And once you see that, we all win.

You were the flame that ignited in the presence of my air, But that didn’t mean our fire wouldn’t starve in the cold of our reality.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

If i could spin around your axis just one last time, That sunrise and sunset would be enough of a forever to satisfy me.

In my head i built a ladder, to reach the moon and stars, with you.

I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that life pulls you towards people who blend, with different shades of you, as you evolve.

Know that in your darkness, there is light beaming beneath the door. Giving you hope for what’s on the other side.

It is not arrogance to appreciate what Allah has blessed you with; arrogance is to ascribe those blessings to yourself.

Hence, blessed are the two cries people abominate most: Death and poverty.

A devotee who can call on God while living a householder’s life is a hero indeed. God thinks: ‘He is blessed indeed who prays to me in the midst of his worldly duties.

I thought religion would eventually wither away and we’d all be worshiping at the altar of science.

God is love, I said, but art’s the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

I’m definitely not a follower. This is our job. This is what we do. If you’re not having fun here, you shouldn’t be here.

You must have faith in God.

There is not a command God gives to His children for which He does not provide the enablement for obedience.