What harm did that angry teacher without reason say to that student who worked hard, and read, to outdo his classmates, and he did it for himself, what harm did he do on that angry day in it, for a reason not related to the student, if he sent it a kind word that raises the wings of that student, and does not break his heart Did it illuminate his path and his path towards transcendence?
What harm would that husband do if he overlooked this angry lapse from his wife, who filled his world with many beautiful things? What would be the harm if he allowed that hot wind to pass by, and did not close the doors of the house due to anger and persistence in empty stubbornness? What would be the harm if he sent a kiss that might put out all those unintended fires?
What harm would that arrogant manager do to his unstable job, if he listened to that loyal, shy, and self-righteous employee who does not resemble the souls of those whom the manager knows with their flattery and flattering falsehoods for personal harm and benefit? At that time, he raised the spirit of the flatterer, and trampled on the soul of the savior. Only one word raised the status of the pure one, and the manager would be proud of his true act.
What has harmed many people when they see a person who loves all, is successful without the help of all, does not harbor any harm, nor is evil for all, is killed by his shyness, and who is in his hand is not his, but he does not accept anything less than he deserves, and things are equal to him, all of them are arguing against him. As if he reminds them of their impurity and defilement, while they are fighting him because of that brilliant cleanliness, which he is naturally inclined to, and which he does not like to give up, because it is the key to absent happiness?
What is the harm in that which is considered a men’s insanity, full of air in the stomach and an empty head, if he destined himself to straighten it, abandoning its immorality, and striving for piety, to prove to himself and to the people that man changes, and changes for the better, the most beautiful, and the most truthful in his world? But he rushed, followed the air of the stomach, and the empty head, so he was one of the misguided refutes.
What harm would that woman whose imaginations ride in large boats speeding towards burying beautiful things in the souls of others, and throwing them dry into the sea? The city is like a woman striving, neither a country nor a child, nor giving birth, nor any kind of piety? What harm would it be if she remembered everything that was before and what came after, and was kind, gentle and lenient, and left complaining?
Words that kill us ..words that revive us, words that are friendliness and roses, words that are ash and small sparks, words that are without loss, the key to which is love, and what the pure heart dictates, and everything that is beautiful with patience, words that kill us ..words that revive us, words that devour our bones, and powerful words to break.
