A performer is only hungry of appreciation ... not of money

I am a performer ... not a slicker

Until a woman becomes a mother ... she remains incomplete

Whether a woman is a mother, a sister or a daughter ... crying is written in her destiny ... and even if she gives birth to god ... she still will have tears in her fate

People call the meeting of the ground and the sky as deception of the eye

For me you are such a cloud ... that one day I'll die from love, but still you won't pour the rain in the backyard of my love

A widow is like a candle that doesn't have a wick ... and such a candle can melt but it cannot burn

Oppressors are very poor ... they can't give anything other than death

No matter how big a desert is ... it weighs less than a handful of mud ... that has given birth to a plant