In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful The day is pregnant with the night, and the night carries the day within. All praise is due to Him who weaves the night after the rising sun. The night has shed its hair, and the twinkling stars have become strands of light adorning the heights of the sky. The lover has recognized the beloved, and the sun has been heard. Night and day follow each other, an endless pursuit, a divine symphony. Just like reason and heart— If one is lost in darkness, the other illuminates its path. But what use are these words to those whose radiance has faded, To those whose hearts have stilled, whose minds are clouded, To a world whose colors have dimmed? Under the glow of the heavens, how exquisitely Allah has crafted meaning! From the earth, it appears delicate, elegant, and flawless. From the pulpit of the celestial dome, the earth is painted in the harmony of green and blue. It is adorned with blossoms that bloom and spread their fragrance— Like the hearts of the pure in spirit. In every stroke, in every carving, Allah has shaped it in resemblance to man. From the mother-of-pearl inlaid secrets of existence, He has brought forth the vast oceans. Everything is beautiful and perfect. Its surface pure, its face radiant, its essence concealed. Life is about seeing these beauties, About awakening consciousness and elevating awareness. Time does not pause; its clock does not halt. The true matter is to move through time towards the right destination. To recognize humanity and to not squander oneself. With peace and prayers... The Elegance of the Birds