He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did.

Pilgrims from all over the world were making their way to the place deemed the pearl of the Middle East. The city was reminiscent of a modern-day Persepolis. Its buildings, like towering pillars, tested the sky’s limit. The evenly paved roads belched with the smell of new tarmac, as if a million masons woke up every morning and by hand lay asphalt one grain at a time. People of all colors, ethnicities, creed and social statuses came bearing money, knowledge or experience in order to build their legacies in the new kingdom, sprouting out of the desert. Dubai had arrived.

The sun from far gives life. But get close to it and it burns anything down to ashes.

That word, confidence, was like butter on a hot stove for Darien, what he considered the most attractive quality in a woman.

Leadership was not an act of bravery but rather forbearance and the strength to move forward with humility in the belief of what is righteous.

People needed proof that Utopia was nothing more than a theory, an illusion read in fictional stories.

Death, one way or another, would breathe life into a new order of balance today.

The work of fate is a mystery.

Love was supposed to be the easiest path to divinity.

There are no such things as accidents. Only fate redesigned.