Love is a blessing of God and money is poison made by humans ... it kills a human when it's in excess

The world is a big market ... where everything has a price, a value ... where everything is for sale

Just like a person throws his old clothes and wears new clothes ... just like that even the soul leaves the old body and occupies a new body

A woman is that beautiful riddle which a man tries to solve and makes a mistake multiple times ... but still he is not able to solve it

God forgives you even if you commit 1000 crimes ... but he will never forgive you, if you make your mother sad even once

A human has two mothers ... one who gives birth to him and second the soil of the country where he is born

(Who are you?) ... I have many names ... poor parents call me as their son, victimized girls as their brother ... I'm a friend of the helpless and an enemy of the vicious

If relationships broke simply on forgetting ... then there wouldn't have been any love in this world, nor hatred and neither pain

Old land, old house and an old friend ... the older they are ... the more you remember them

A person dies and lives only in his imagination ... otherwise there is nothing called as death

You should not show your wounds in this world ... or else people will fill it with salt instead of ointment

You feel the pain when you remember about the wound ... if you forget it then you don't even feel the pain

The feathers of money from others take people away from their homes ... and whoever gets these feathers ... they never return back home

The character of a person can be known from his white clothes ... if the white clothes that he wears in the morning, stays the same till the evening ... then the heart of that person is pure ... and that person is a honest person ... what do you think

The heart is the only one thing that a human has, which can't be traded

No punishment of the world can change a killer ... a killer will always remain a killer

From the outside I'm shining like a lamp ... but from the inside I'm only like a burnt black wick

Just like I can't dishonour my love ... like that I can't make my duty feel ashamed as well

You have no faith, no generosity ... you're very shameless

Death is the other side of every picture of life ... if you have done good deeds then you get a good death ... it slides down the throat like water ... and if you have done bad deeds then you also get a bad death ... it gets stuck in the throat like a dry piece of bread ... it doesn't go down