I know this woman.” “Who the hell is she?” He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.
No Place to RunWe hear the saints saying: Our brother the world. We hear the revolutionaries: Dare we win?
The Life of PoetryNone of you believes until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.
The Translation of the Meanings of Sahih Al-Bukhari - Arabic-EnglishEnvy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)
We Never Talk about My Brother