Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
It is a good practice to set apart at least one day in a year for the remembrance of one’s near and dear relatives, friends and learned people that are no more in keeping with our traditions; giving a new orientation to and infusing new life into practices that have become lifeless and meaningless to many.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
Reverence for life affords me my fundamental principle of morality, namely that good consists in maintaining, assisting, and enhancing life, and that to destroy, to harm, or to hinder life is evil.
Of winter’s lifeless world each tree now seems a perfect part; Yet each one holds summer’s secret deep down within its heart.
Surely my prayer and my sacrifice and my life and my death are (all) for Allah, the Lord of the worlds.
