Here lies the shrine of the sun, the pulsating heart of colors, where light and life reside, where love and brilliance thrive. Here, the sun shines in the vastness of greenery, infusing life anew into towering familiar cypresses. Amidst the fabric of existence, sometimes a tree bears fruit, nurturing fragrant citrus, while passersby find solace under its tranquil shade. Occasionally, melodious birds craft nests of harmony among its branches, enchanting the denizens of the valley of being with their heartwarming tunes, akin to the minstrels of creation, weaving the heavens’ illumination into the tapestry of history and civilization, displaying the footsteps of maturity in knowledge and culture in this land. Here is the garden of paradise, with myriad connections to the throne, and hands that tie knots of love to remain as unravelers of knots. Here lies the shrine of the sun, a crystal of divine essence: “Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp is within glass, the glass as if it were a pearly [white] star lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is Knowing of all things…”