“O son of being! Busy not thyself with this world, for with fire We test the gold, and with gold We test Our servants.”
“The infidels have arisen in tyranny on every hand:
Where is the compelling power of Thine ordaining pen, O Conqueror of the worlds?
The barking of dogs is loud on every side:
Where is the lion of the forest of Thy might, O Chastiser of the worlds?
Coldness hath gripped all mankind:
Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire of the worlds?
Calamity hath reached its height:
Where are the signs of Thy succor, O Salvation of the worlds?
Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples:
Where is the brightness of Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds?
The necks of men are stretched out in malice:
Where are the swords of Thy vengeance, O Destroyer of the worlds?
Abasement hath reached its lowest depth:
Where are the emblems of Thy glory, O Glory of the worlds?”
amy youssefian sahba/left (medford, u.s.a.): Some days we wake up, confident in our ability to face our tests and fail in spectacularly beautiful ways. God willing, there is always tomorrow.
leila g.t./right (colorado, u.s.a.): All is full of light. All is full of light. All is full of light. It just really is. (Colorado takes this maxim of mine literally.)