You've seen my descent, now watch my rising. - Rumi

"I wonder
from these thousand of "me's",
which one am I?
Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice
I am completely filled with the thought of you.
Don't lay broken glass on my path
I will crush it into dust.
I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand,
reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger.
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower
I will pitch my tent in your shadow.
Only your presence revives my withered heart.
You are the candle that lights the whole world
and I am an empty vessel for your light.
Rumi - "Hidden Music

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

ليس للدين رائحة كالمسك والعود، فهو سر مكتوم فى مئة غلاف، والظاهر لك وإن اختلف الباطن عنه.