The world is like a mirage, pursued by a quest, and in an incomplete quest, the heart's spirit also gets weary; this existence is like unfulfilled dreams, which vanish as soon as the eyes open, becoming a forgotten memory.

And the devil is like a fragrant poison, whispering sweet dreams, adorning sins and showing them off, while in reality, he is taking us away from our Lord in an imperceptible manner...

Vessel 🤍