Unaware of the time that had passed since she had been clutching the letter to her heart, Imaan got up and sat in her study chair.
— Saman Malik, Letters from Nowhere
“Some have dirty deeds darkening their hearts while others are shaded dark when the flames of hope are snuffed out.”

“How joyful the heart becomes when it finds true love, and how sad it is that joy in essence is ephemeral.”
