A beautiful blind girl asked me how roses are. I put my finger on her lips and said, 'Like this.' She asked me how the moon is. I placed my hand on her forehead and said, 'Like this.' She asked me how spring is. I placed my hand on her cheeks and said, 'Like this.' She asked me how clouds fly. I touched her hair and said, 'Like this.' She asked me what heaven is like. I said, 'Embracing your beloved.' She asked me what hell is like. I said, 'Being separated from your beloved.' She asked me how the world is. I screamed loudly and said, 'Like this.'
— Matloob Bukhari
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