Dust off Our Hearts and Find Love

heart street art

Life is the same, every day. I wake up early in the mornings with stress, rushing, complaining, and forgetting from morning until evening, like a machine.

Leaving the house I see my neighbor, but we don’t say hello, or even smile to each other; he always looks at the ground and gives me no chance to ask him how he is. I connect with the world through my Facebook, but can’t have contact with my next-door neighbor.

When I am tired, I remember my dear coffee. I picture some of my friends smoking and drinking… by the end of the week I dream of going to visit a friend so that we could waste our time by backbiting and saying each other’s faults and laughing.

When I eat lunch and dinner, I think of nothing but the taste of the food and my stupid stomach! I waste the remaining foods in the garbage, and at the end I go to bed and sleep like a bear. 

I am always so careful to clean and wash everything in the house, use wonderful perfume on my body, and iron my clothes. But there’s no time to sit in front of my heart, no time to sit in the garden of my soul and water the flowers of my thoughts and feelings. 

I remember to clean my office desk, but forget to clean the dust from my heart. This is the main problem for me and may be for you, dear reader!

Most of the time, nothing can make me happy or relax. Not the future dreams for a house and a car—which would be the new model of the year. Not the clothes I would design with world-famous designers. Not even planning a holiday. Watching the news, seeing horrible things happen every day, I think “Oh, it was just a journalist making that report for his job.” Reading a book about immigrants who drowned in the sea, I think “Well,  that’s the business of the writer.” Then I eat, forgetting the millions of people all over the world who die from hunger.

All these things makes me wonder how to find a solution that can make me satisfied. How to heal my soul, and relax and thank myself and the universe for all that I have. I can’t find anything for solving this problem except Love.

Today, in our modern lives, we really have lack of love in our life. The only thing that can teach us everything is love, love, and love.

Waking up in the middle of the night, thinking, I have found out that I am not far away from love.

I need only to clean the dust from my heart and open its window for the fresh air. Because I believe that love is in the air, everywhere, and you and I need to just breathe it deeply, my dear.

By Norwan

Art by Dede in Tel Aviv.


  1. So beautiful, so profound. A toast: to cleaning the dust from our own hearts. To truly seeing and enjoying the abundance that surrounds us. Thank you for this wonderful writing, so full of love and truth!


  2. I posted this piece on my Facebook page. My friend Kameron made the following comment: “I remember to clean my office desk, but forget to clean the dust from my heart. WHOO! That’s real. Good read. ~KPH”

  3. Dorinda Ares says:

    Norwan — my heart swelled with love as I read your words. Soft clouds of love settled around me, comforting me as if my mother’s arms were wrapped around me. Thank you.

  4. liz titus says:

    Dearest Norwan,

    As always, I am so moved by you writing and the depth of your insights! Such a pleasure to be your mentor!

  5. Norwan – this is so perfect. Bless you.

  6. Richelle says:

    Thank you Norwan for sharing with me the dusted part of your heart!

  7. A beautiful and inspiring piece of writing. I was struck by how this essay could have been written about life in the West as well as in Afghanistan. Thank you! I will post it on Facebook now.

  8. Nancy Simons says:

    This is so beautiful. I will keep it to remind me of its truth. Reading your words brought tears to my eyes and sent a chill through me.

  9. This poem was refreshing today. “Clean the dust from my heart and open its window for the fresh air,” love it!

  10. I Feel I Know You
    I Don’t Know How
    I Don’t Know Why

    I See You Feel For Me
    You Cried With Me
    You Would Die For Me

    I Know I Need You
    I Want You
    To Be Free Of All The Pain
    You Have Inside

    You Cannot Hide
    I Know You Tried
    To Be Who You Couldn’t Be
    You Tried To See Inside Of Me

    And Now you Leaving me
    I Don’t Want To Go
    Away From You

    Please Try To Understand
    Take My Hand
    Be Free Of All The Pain

    You Hold Inside
    You Cannot Hide
    I Know You Tried
    To Feel

  11. Profound Norwan! Your language is eloquent in tackling the topics that are hard for any writer to write about. The solution you proposed is beautiful.

    With love,

  12. Nancy Antle says:

    I know this was written several years ago but I’m just reading it today, Norwan. Beautiful work in every way! Thank you for your wise words. Nancy

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