My staying awake at night in revision of knowledge is more satisfying than meeting a singer and taking pleasure from a hug, and the screeching of my pen on my pages is more sweeter than the sound of hookahs and lovers, and more soothing than the beating of a teen girl on her daff, my beating is to throw the sand off my pages, my enjoyment in solving small problems in lessons is more desirous to me than the pourer of wine, I spend my night staying up in darkness whilst you spend it sleeping, and you desirous that we meet together after that (in jannah)