There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and m — Abu Bakr
There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and m — Abu Bakr
There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and m — Abu Bakr
There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and m — Abu Bakr
There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and m — Abu Bakr
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There is no harm in patience, and no profit in lamentation. Death is easier to bear (than) that which precedes it, and more severe than that which comes after it. Remember the death of the Apostle of God, and your sorrow will be lessened.

— Abu Bakr
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