“It was Aunty or maybe the voice of my own soul,” she thought.
— Lareb Soomro, The Secrets of Spring
“This immortal voice of Allah hu Akbar depicts the profound reality of life; that everything would fade into oblivion, but one love would never die.”

“The angel had never seen a scene this majestic in his life, it seemed like green stars had descended down from heaven just for them.”
