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Even a blind man can hear the nightingale sing.

Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes.Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes clichéd. And vice versa. Isn't it weird?

Yes, Leila. It was all worthy. Choosing light over darkness is in our human nature. And at the end, there is always a reward.

My heart knew it always, but the mind had wicked ways of dealing with feelings. It pushed them into the corner with the whip of doubts and jailed them behind the bars of common sense.

What is brought by the wind will be carried away with the wind. And what's gone is just memories. Hold on to them, but move forward. Your life is just beginning.

I think we need to discover goodness inside ourselves and hold on to it

You must keep a sense of perspective. The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls. This is our true enemy, not the temporary darkness.

Farhad turned to me, burning me with the intensity of his gaze. "Leila, I want you to know. I'm going to be far away geographically, but I'm never far from you. You will always be with me, right here." He pressed his hand to his heart, turned swiftly, and left.

The last school bell of the year rang in my ears like the finale of Gustav Mahler's Symphony no. 9, the most tedious, long-winded symphonic climax ever written. Free at last.