Kurdistan;Porte de Zagros

Palangan

Palangan

Palangan

Palangan

Above the &quot;Deyvaznav&quot; village

Uraman Takht

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Zarivar Lake

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.