One Is Glad To Be Of Service (In Memory of Robin Williams)

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

وَالضُّحَى

وَاللَّيْلِ إِذَا سَجَى

مَا وَدَّعَكَ رَبُّكَ وَمَا قَلَى

وَلَلآخِرَةُ خَيْرٌ لَّكَ مِنَ الأُولَى

وَلَسَوْفَ يُعْطِيكَ رَبُّكَ فَتَرْضَى

أَلَمْ يَجِدْكَ يَتِيمًا فَآوَى

وَوَجَدَكَ ضَالًّا فَهَدَى

وَوَجَدَكَ عَائِلا فَأَغْنَى

فَأَمَّا الْيَتِيمَ فَلا تَقْهَرْ

وَأَمَّا السَّائِلَ فَلا تَنْهَرْ

وَأَمَّا بِنِعْمَةِ رَبِّكَ فَحَدِّثْ
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

وَإِلَى رَبِّكَ فَارْغَب


She wasn’t crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she’d accepted that with her that was just the way things were. But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling whats there

Wild bohemian يفعل ما يحلو له

"ما العالم بلا موسيقى؟"

One Is Glad To Be Of Service (In Memory of Robin Williams)

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