How are you all? I hope that wherever you are, you are healthy and normal by the infinite mercy of the Almighty. In each of our lives, some small moments or thoughts force us to stop. Today, I have come to talk to you with a similar deep emotion.

We get to know many people in the long journey of life. With some, we develop a friendship, with some, a deep transaction of the heart. But due to the inexorable laws of time and circumstances, many times we part ways with those dear people. The saying that I am thinking about today is— "Some relationships may not last forever, but some memories last a lifetime."

This sentence is actually an eternal reality of our lives. The presence of a person may be fleeting, but the moments spent with that person create a permanent address in the corner of our minds. From this thought, I have written a small poem mixed with the sweetness of my mind, which I am sharing with you today:

<center>Maybe those afternoon stories are over today,

Your and my path have taken two turns long ago.

 I let go of you long ago, without any complaint or regret,

Still, why does your name ring with an old familiar tune?

Relationships are like sandbars, broken by the waves,

People are lost in the current of time, to the unknown.

But those strange moments are stored on the left side of the chest,

Those who cannot be said goodbye to remain immortal.

You are gone, your emptiness is much more natural today,

But memories are as bright and fearless as you.

Losing something may be a great achievement in life,

Relationships are lost, but pictures on the canvas of memories are certainly not lost.

In fact, life is like that. Not all stories are fulfilled, and not all stories have a happy ending. But does that relationship have no value just because it is not fulfilled? Of course it is. At some point, that person was the reason for your smile, or your only hope in your bad times. Today, life may have separated you, but those beautiful moments are your own property.

I think memories are a diary of life whose pages never get old. One day, maybe that familiar scent or a familiar song in the crowd will suddenly take you back to those days a few years ago. Then, maybe there will be no more pride towards that person; there will be only a smile and a sigh. This is the law of life—people leave, but the marks or memories they leave behind teach us to follow our path, and make us mature. So even if no relationship is permanent, preserving those memories with utmost compassion is the meaning of life.

Everyone will be well, and take care of the people close to their hearts and the beautiful memories spent with them. Allah is the Hafez.