[مستر محمد ديوشي عطا]

ان حظى كدقيق فوق شوك نثروه، ثم قالوا لحفاة يوم ريح اجمعوه، صعب الأمر عليهم ثم قالوا اتركوه ، ان من أشقاه ربى كيف أنتم تسعدوه.

My luck looks like flour which was scattered over thorns. Then, the barefoot were asked to collect it. They found that difficult, so they said "Leave it. How can you please whoever God has despised" 0