"Stab her art. Stab her art."
*stabs her heart*
"What are you doing? OMG. I said, Stab her ART."
Hey you. *throws salt in your eyes*
Aww, you’re winking at me.
Learn The Qur’an, recite it and go to bed, for the likeness of The Qur’an and the one who learns It and acts upon It is that of a sack filled with musk, which spreads its fragrance everywhere. And the likeness of one who learns It then goes to bed with It in his heart is that of a sack that is tied up from which no fragrance comes out.
A constant battle: decadent versus poor.