“I am not I.I am this onewalking beside me whom I do not see,whom at times I manage to visit,and whom at other times I forget;who remains calm and silent while I talk,and forgives, gently, when I hate,who walks where I am not,who will remain standing when I die.”

“When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, …Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me. ”

“I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsureI love, but who is it for whom I sigh?Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?”

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”

“In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, "I AM HERE"... To whom?.. To where?... Where am I going to...?”