Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing 
Qul - the library for all your needs"Whoever chooses to follow my tradition must get married and produce offspring through marriage (and increase the population of Muslims) so that on the day of resurrection I shall confront other Ummah (nations) with the (great) numbers of my Ummah"... more
Gak Janji!Image: Turtle Clip Art The children were bullying the turtle, but the young man made them stop. A Broken Promise A Japanese Folktale Told by Mami Takenaka from Japan In this folktale, a good... more
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