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تنگه زمان

دشت آزو

عسل محله

الیمستان

دشت هویج

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.

دشت آزو

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

کویر مرنجاب

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

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

وردیج تهران

تهران لواسان

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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.

نقره سر

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

ترکمن صحرا

کویر

ساری

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;