Kang village leaning on Binalood mountain

Aydin Alizadeh

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

Rumi

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Hafez

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

Saadi

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Saadi

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Rumi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Rumi

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Rumi

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Kang village leaning on Binalood mountain

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Sunrise 24.02
Sunset 24.02
Night Start 24.02
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Kang village leaning on Binalood mountain

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

Rumi

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Hafez

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

Saadi

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Saadi

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Rumi

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Rumi

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Hafez

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Rumi

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Rumi

Kang village leaning on Binalood mountain

Weather

Mashhad (nearest Station

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