ر َجُلاً وَحيداً بلا رَفيقٍ وَلا ابْنٍ وَلا أخٍ. لَكِنَّهُ لا يَتَوَقَّفُ عَنِ العَمَلِ. لا يَشْبَعُ مِنَ المالِ، وَلا يَقُولُ لِنَفْسِهِ لِمَنْ أتعَبُ وَأحرِمُ نَفسِي مِنَ التَّمَتُّعِ بِالحَياةِ؟ هَذا أيضاً شَقاءٌ وَزائِلٌ. الأصدِقاءُ وَالعائِلَةُ مَصدَرُ قُوَّة
There was a certain man who lived alone. He did not have a son or a brother. Yet he worked all the time. His eyes were never happy with the riches he had, and he never asked, “For whom am I working and why am I keeping myself from happiness?” This also is for nothing. It is work that brings sorrow. A True Friend
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