I died to the mineral state and became a plant,
I died to the plant and rose to animal,
I died from animality and became human,
Why then should I fear death?
When have I become less by dying?
At the next stage I will die only to be transformed,
To soar on high among the angels.
But even from angelhood I will pass on:
Everything perishes except God (the creator),
Once more I will sacrifice my angel state
to become at last what you could never imagine
I shall be nonexistent..
Verily onto him we shall return.
Persian calligraphy with acrylic markers on cardboards painted with acrylic. 50x70cm each.
“Flower of life”circles on the background painted by a big compass with a brush at one end.