It does,
if that person is born in Arab race, speaks Arabic, listens to Arab stories and stories, loves Arabs.
If that person is born in the Persian race, speaks Persian, listens to the tales and stories of the Persian nation, loves Persians.
If that person is born in the Chinese race, speaks Chinese, listens to the tales and stories of the Chinese nation, loves the Chinese.
If that person is born in the Sindhi race, speaks Sindhi, listens to the tales and stories of the Sindhi nation, loves Sindhis.
Salman says, my personal opinion about it is that the nation is good, which understands a human being, respects him, knows his worth and value, sympathizes with him. Willing to fight to protect it,
Then Salman says, Brother Yusuf! The fifth type of love is attractive love.
Here Yusuf interrupts Salman and says, Bro! Like love of your and mine, which emerges suddenly or accidentally, attracts by itself from both sides, which descends from the eyes, dwells in the heart, emerges from the heart, affects the mind. It grows in the liver, emerges from the liver and then joins the blood of the whole body, and circulates in the veins of the body, is absorbed in the soul, then forces even a good and strong person. Gives, who expresses his love without thinking,
which is pure, clear and completely pure love, which is free from greed, desire and all psychological desires,
in which love there is a strange state, in which love There is a great power, in the love in which there is success step by step, in the love in which there is fragrance in the moment, in the love in which the effect is created word by word, the love
in which the charm is created in each sentence.
Salman says, well, very well, Yusuf! You have become very smart.
Yusuf says, yah bro! Because I live with you, your influence will definitely be on me.
Salman says, Good!! Like the city, like the effect, like the country, like the way.
As the company, so the color,
Wow!
Yusuf says, Bro! Before I met you, I was completely alone, completely alone, cut off from all time, who does not trust anyone, who has no hope from anyone, who has no connection with anyone. who is lost in himself, who is sometimes brave and sometimes afraid,
but I was looking for someone, a brother, a friend, a confidant, a companion, a sympathizer, on whom May I be trusted like brothers, to whom I can talk like friends, to whom I can tell secrets like a confidant, to whom I can count as my partner in every work, to whom I can always be my sympathizer, to whom I can hang out with him, have fun, who is completely free from any greed, desire, selfish desires.
May I love as pure and pure as my close brothers, whomever I annoy, he may not be annoyed. Who bothers me, yet I don't feel cramped. With whom I sweetly remonstrate and cry, He sweetly persuades me, and I quickly obey. Whoever repeats a little love to me and weeps, then
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