When Shakaal plays a bet ... then the number of cards he has in his hands ... the same number of cards he has in his sleeve

When the heart wants to say a lot and the words don't give support ... then that is the first step to love

If it was your duty to make me drink, then you could have given me anything ... if the alcohol was less, then you could have added some water

I make my own plans

The head on these shoulders has learnt to be chopped ... but not to bow down

I won't color my hands with your dirty blood

People who play with their life ... they reach their destination by themselves