... happiness is a rare commodity. It must be extracted, like gold and diamonds, from the hard stones and coal mines of the inner world. Literature, and perhaps art as a whole, is an unrelenting effort to uncover the pure gems of humanity from within the layers of hardship and suffering. Not because these values were once visible and have now been buried by misfortune, but because these values are inherently the result of human toil, hardship, and the refinement of the soul. They are like the pure water of a spring, which, after a long journey through hard rocks and heavy layers of sand, is filtered and revitalized. Happiness is the product of millennia of effort and the reward for intelligent struggles....

... by looking deeply into our own state, we weed out the unwanted thoughts from our minds each day, sow the seeds of awareness in the soil of our being, and nurture them with beauty and kindness. We ask the great humans of history to be our gardeners so that, with their guidance, the flowers of wisdom may bloom within us. The fragrance of this garden can then intoxicate us and those around us with its delight.

If life is hard and sometimes as black and dark as the night sky, it is also, with just a touch of tasteful effort, filled with small, beautiful moments that shine like stars against the darkness. Even if life is difficult, it still...​​​​​​​

... in other words, the radiant essence of the human soul exists alongside the dark demon of the ego within every individual. This is the unique story of each person—one that, even for God, remains uncertain: whether, in the end, one becomes angelic in nature or demonic. Thus, the essence of humanism lies in acknowledging the entirety of human existence as a blend of good and evil intertwined. A human being, despite all the deterministic constraints of the universe, still retains the free will to choose to become better or worse. Neither goodness nor evilness is an ultimate end. This is why Sufism is considered a humanistic doctrine of thought...

So the world needs the grace of creation at every moment, and the source of creation is the flowing essence of existence in various forms, and what is old is this movement, that is, this successive becoming and coming, which has originality.

This essence is nothing more than one, and the meaning of the unity of existence refers to this oneness and continuity of the universe. That is, when existence is objectified in the material world, it becomes numerous; like light passing through a prism, but all the diffused colors still indicate one original light, and whenever the original light is extinguished, all the colors disappear.

To return to metaphor and how art avoids direct expression of material and instead draws out some abstractions, relates them to more fundamental factors of the mind such as hopes, fears, beliefs, customs, epics and myths, and inductively generalizes them to fate or the universe or humanity, thus expanding its worldview. In this way, an artistic subject can penetrate the barrier of prejudices and unchanging beliefs and cause the audience to think more.

The pleasant sound of the kettle boiling water takes my little head back into a trance; while I was at the stove, I had left a piece of sandalwood on the flame for a while, and I can still smell the remnants of its fragrant aroma. I have already poured two spoons of Lahijan Sargol tea that I had picked myself into a repaired porcelain teapot, added three small green cardamoms, a clove, and two tiny rosebuds to it. I just have to go there and pour the boiling water into the teapot and then sit down and be patient, continuing my work until my tea brews.

Over there, under the blue sky, is a large pot with a fruitful jujube growing in it. This is the same pot in which I planted my dear grandmother, that piece of my heart.