O you who found yourself here, your words are before you, not merely to be read, but to touch something within you… something you forgot since you descended from the world of atoms, the day you said “Yes,” and then forgot.

This book is not a collection of fleeting thoughts, nor words uttered in times of sorrow, but rather the culmination of footsteps… A weary traveler, exhausted by the journey and abandoned by his companions, then sorrow, sorrow.

These are scattered words and writings, inscribed with heartbreak and on the edges of hope… Perhaps they will gather together a lost soul on the verge of being lost, or return a heart to its home after a long absence.

These are experiences of faith that embraced secrecy for a long time. Love, in the end, is a word born from the fire of pain and the first breath of youth, and it matured slowly in the midst of prayers that seemed to appear. They are answered, but in truth, they were answered in a depth, a depth, a depth unseen by humankind.

Behind every thought here lie years of hardship, nights of heartbreak, prostrations, and tears…

The word you will find your companion at the beginning of each line: “J Shahina”… That first word we uttered and then dissolved.

Words that resonate with God in the highest assembly, blazing supplications, consumed by love, seeking refuge and forgiveness.

And say, O God, a legacy whose wonders never cease, and whose sources never end.