"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
zindagi ustad se b ziyada sakht hoti he ustad pahle sabaq deta he phir imtehan leta he lekin zindagi pahle imtehan leti he phr sabq deti he............... by hazrat Ali
Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).