And verily for everything that a slave loses there is a substitute, but the one who loses Allah will never find anything to replace Him.

If a heart becomes attached to anything other than Allah, Allah makes him dependent on what he is attached to. And he will be betrayed by it.

This wordly life is like a shadow. If you try to catch it, you will never be able to do so. If you turn your back towards it, it has no choice but to follow you.

A person’s tongue can give you the taste of his heart.

When Allah tests you it is never to destroy you. When He removes something in your possession it is only in order to empty your hands for an even greater gift.

Happiness is attained by three things: being patient when tested, being thankful when receiving a blessing, and being repentant upon sinning.

Women are one half of society which gives birth to the other half so it is as if they are the entire society.

A real man is one who fears the death of his heart, not of his body.

Be sincere in your aim and you will find the support of Allaah surrounding you.

As long as you are performing prayer, you are knocking at the door of Allah, and whoever is knocking at the door of Allah, Allah will open it for him.

If you knew the true value of yourself, you will never allow yourself to be humiliated by committing sins.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

There is comfort in keeping what is sacred inside us not as a secret, but as a prayer.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

This cannot be the United States being the air force for Shia militias, or a Shia on Sunni Arab fight.

Challenge is what makes men. It will be the end when men stop looking for new challenges.

Society develops a type of self-censorship, with the knowledge that surveillance exists - a self-censorship that is even expressed when people communicate with each other privately.

In the monastery of your heart, you have a temple where all Buddhas unite.

No poet is ever completely lost. He has the secret of his childhood safe with him, like some secret cave in which he can kneel. And, when we read his poetry, we can join him there.