Dear Diary,

So there's this girl, her name is Esila.

I think she's my bestfriend.

She's very beautiful, she has these amazing blue eyes.

I haven't the clue how to tell her that she rocks my world,

so I decided to write her this little paragraph.

I hope she gets the message in time.

دیوان حافظ

Candle’s story how can I tell? Of the broken heart’s living hell? My sorrow is in how I can find Another who knows these sorrows well.

نی قصه آن شمع چگل بتوان گفـت
نی حال دل سوخته دل بتوان گفـت
غم در دل تنگ من از آن است که نیست
یک دوست که با او غم دل بتوان گفت

-Hafiz

From warriors learn courage,
And wisdom from the sage.
If you truly seek God’s grace,
Ride with the heavenly carriage.

مردی ز کـنـنده در خیبر پرس
اسرار کرم ز خواجه قنـبر پرس
گر طالب فیض حق به صدقی حافظ
سر چشمه آن ز ساقی کوثر پرس

-Hafiz

I think I'm in love with a Mujahedeen مجاهد

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.




















Esila :

The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.

i love you
from: твоя вторая половинка.

soft breezes and shallow water.

Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before..

You can love someone so much, he thought. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them

live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air

The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then - maybe - the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.

the panda, a delicate creature.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough.
You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it.
It is enough.

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the eternal blue sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the safest blue, one small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the

sky is peace, sweet gentleness.

its like the whole world is in love

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
honey is sweet, and so are you.