“Everything depends on One Word : "Maktub" !”

“Maktub,”

“Maktub" (It is written.)”

“Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.”

“Everything depends on which path you take.”

“Las dunas cambian con el viento, pero el desierto sigue siendo el mismo. Así sucederá con nuestro amor. Maktub. Si yo soy parte de tu Leyenda, tú volverás un día.”

“There must be a language that doesn’t depend on words, the boy thought… He was learning lots of new things. Some of them were things that he had already experienced, and weren’t really new, but that he had never perceived before. And he hadn’t perceived them because he had become accustomed to them…”