“Is there a language more simple, more pure, more lacking in hypocrisy than tears, the language without words and without lines? Each element of it is a painful cry, the cry of a desiring lover.
Isn’t it true that the eyes express the truth more than the tongue? Aren’t tears the most beautiful of poems and the least twisted of loves? Don’t they reflect the most consuming of faiths, the warmest of desires and the most fevered of feelings? Aren’t they the purest form of speaking and the most subtle form of love? These are mixed all in one heart of love. They mix together, fuse and form a warm drop. This they name a tear.” -Ali Shariati, “Fatima is Fatima”