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The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
Does it matter? -losing your legs?
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When others come in after hunting
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.
He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Life is unfair
To those who dare
I sit in the dark corner all day long
Just writing my life's song
Why am i always so confused?
Why does everything wrong happen to me?
People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
One day people will touch and talk perhaps
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.
Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.
And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
This is the life which is full of care,
Persons like this attitude are found rare.
Tolerance is too difficult to bear in body,
Such persons are there to speak truth ready.
I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.
Let the sun shine again
In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
People who are unafraid of being afraid
because fear has become their home
People who wonder
No one can hold on to wishes because just like wishes, they die.
No one can hold on to people because just like people, they cry
and just as children live abandoned by their mothers
people tend to give up on others.
The people are happy, the people are sad, the people rejoice, the people are still sad, the people find happiness, the people find loneliness, In the end the people find each other and now they're glad
Rich people never like to be challenged
rich people never like to be mistreated
rich people never like to be disrespected;
rich people are always humble
HE didn't deceive them...
They knew who HE was.
They knew who THEY were/are.
And HE fed them their bloodlust's desires.
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Calling the Qur'an amazing is not something done only by Muslims, who have an appreciation for the book and who are pleased with it; it has been labeled amazing by non-Muslims as well. In fact, even people who hate Islam very much have still called it amazing.
Dr Garry Miller
INSULTING SIMPLE LIVING PEOPLE FOR JOYS
Today, the simple living people become prey of other people. In front of a huge crowd, these simple living people are being insulted.This is due to their calm and simple nature.
These simple living people are generally ignored and are being exploited by other people. They become a source of laughter for those people who get bored and want someone to entertain them.
First of all, the people who get bored, search for those people who are sitting idle or just ignored by someone or having simplicity in their life. Bored people just ask those people to come and sit with them and in front of their friends / relatives, they just make jokes of the simple people. The respect of the simple living people is just snatched by them and they play with the calm hearted people just like playing with useless toys. And the crowd surrounding the bored people also start laughing on the calm hearted people byaccompanying the bored people and insulting the simple living people without thinking about the feelings of those people having simple life and calm nature.
The Plight of the Monkey has been an Alarm.
Wake up oh people Wake up oh people.
The Plight of the Monkey has been an Alarm.
Wake up oh people Wake up oh people.
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