All this time You were being made; You see, development doesn’t end in the womb: This world has been made for you to grow towards Him; It’s so you see Him in everything and forget all that is you.
–Sraliz 358 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day

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All this time You were being made; You see, development doesn’t end in the womb: This world has been made for you to grow towards Him; It’s so you see Him in everything and forget all that is you.
–Sraliz 358 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
Of years and of days I have no concern The flame of my love forever shall burn; He turns the day to night And the night into day; Everything perishes, my Lord, Only You shall remain.
–Sraliz 366 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
“Every being on earth perishes. And there remains the Face of thy Lord, Possessed of Majesty and Bounty.” –Al-Rahman, 55:26-27
His words are the greatest cure, His closeness the greatest comfort For whilst lovers leave and haters fade, He is the Loving who does not tire. He is the Living who does not die. –Sraliz 133 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
“I want a sign God will forgive me.”
The breath that flows between your lips Into your chest and fills your lungs To travel across the thinnest membranes Into tiny red blood cells To distribute his mercy To every distant corner Of your body Even whilst you disobey. Is that not enough? That your eyes still see That your ears still hear That your tongue can still speak After you have hurt his creation And insulted his name. Is that not enough?
-Sraliz 193 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
It’s hard to please people– No, rather it impossible When you dance for the heavens And neither do your words resonate with them Nor can they hear you sing. I do not complain. The beloved is enough for me: He forgives the ignorant, He loves the strangers.
–Sraliz 252 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
What you ask is ready for you But you are not yet prepared to receive – Would you walk a beloved Through your garden Without uprooting it first of its weed?
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38 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
The children of Fatima Turned not away a soul Not even an enemy who came to their door. Each each thirsty lip quenched, Each stranger housed, Each morsel testifying: ‘We may have a thousand claims against you, But you will never complain to God against us.’
-Sraliz 190 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day
There are other pains in this world Besides the agony of love? But my dear, what is life Except love?
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78 of 366, Two Thousand Twenty and a Day