Some healing is not connected to illness as much as it is to life.

I want to be okay. I want to be loved for who I am, not for what I can give. I want someone who holds my heart before they hold my hand!

Well, my friend, these are our legitimate wishes. We all need security before love, yearning for someone who misses our absence, someone with whom our secrets are safe, someone who stands by us no matter the pressure. We all search for a beautiful support that does not bend or bow.

The goodness and giving in your actions bring self-satisfaction. We give because we are beings deserving of generosity, because our roots are, and have always been, inherently good. Love, on the other hand, is the warm veil that blesses your days.

I despise falsehood in everything. I dislike superficial topics, as life for me is about engaging deeply in all its details, whether they are beautiful or painful.

Perhaps these beliefs have become part of heritage or folklore today, but they are what I have instilled in my children, and I will continue to write about the grace of being present in others' hearts as long as I live.

I remember glimpses of my childhood where I saw my father feed my grandmother her Thursday lunch... May God have mercy on our loved ones.

He visited her every week despite being a busy university professor with his own clinic. To him, she was the hand that raised him, the hand that loved his life and success, the hand that made him a different person, and the hand that blessed his endeavors and was proud of him in every gathering.

My grandmother passed on to my father a tender heart... I remember how she used to hug me and call me "my precious daughter." I don't know how I remembered this after more than forty years, but today I heard her voice in my ear. My memories of my beautiful grandmother are shadows, but they were enough to give me the finest of good influences.

And her innate love for my father was a blend of giving, gratitude, and prayers that preserved him until his death.

This is what most parents do, but sir, it is the innate love that is uncontrolled in terms of giving and the flow of emotions. Anyone who has a son or daughter knows their heart has stepped out of their ribs and walks the earth, so cherish our children and the tenderness of our hearts.

This simple moment indicates the love that God, in His mercy, has placed in parents' hearts. But today, I am talking about the love that you build with your hands, mind, and soul, not just your innate love.

The autumn of love is the excuse of the incapable and the denying.

Love requires miracles that you create yourself. God Almighty is the only one who can bring people who love Him and whom He loves at any time. As for us, we are tested by our hearts.

We all live in this world with equal opportunities, but among us are those with lazy hearts. Do not blame yourself if your inheritance of love has left you far below the poverty line.

A lazy heart... a love-poor heart!

I thank God for giving me a heart that feels for others, and it is indeed a great blessing if you only knew, but it is never enough unless accompanied by giving and companionship.

All the love you sincerely give will wait for you in tomorrow’s beloved ones. You will find it sitting at one of your life's stations in your toughest moments to tell you that it is your good deed. I came today to pat your tired shoulders, reminding you that like everyone else, you need to be by the side of security. I am the joy that will enter the souls of those you loved... and it is a blessing enough!

In fact, we benefit from the softness of our hearts more than from their strength and firmness. And I pray to God that my legacy to my children is my heart.

My friend, be the love you accept for yourself.

All the times you were supposed to say no but said yes, all that silence cost you, every right you relinquished to not deviate from your upbringing, every bewildered moment, every time you were sure that someone did not love you and chose to withdraw quietly, all the gentle hands that moistened the hearts of loved ones, all the times it was necessary for you to become the support when you were searching for your crutch, the musk you left in the hand of those you shook hands with, the flowers that bloomed in others' gardens, and finally and most importantly all this love that was your mandatory constitution… It will remain until you meet God as the most beautiful fate your hands have crafted.

I want to be okay... If I speak from now on, your heart must have two tender eyes, and you must be the reason someone sees the light through you.

The most beautiful thing about love is that it always keeps you okay, even if you are not actually okay. Your conviction that God’s hand will always come before you despair or renounce your source was a decision you made one day to keep love not as a means to an end but as your way of life.

We can live peacefully under the umbrella of love, for it is your wise healing even if illness visits your body. Life does not visit bodies with hearts that have gone astray in passion;

Love is the elegant visitor capable of healing your body.

And my heart deserves to be okay!

May the stay always be for the most loyal, loving, and enduring heart...