Notable wrestler

There is nothing more wonderful for the soul than imagining the endings of people's lives, listening to them in their last hours, and knowing what they said - at the time of death - and the last words they said before they left this world - its good and its evil - an eternal separation after which they will never return. If this is our feeling of the majesty and splendor of death, then it is no doubt that it is magnified and increased - to the maximum extent - when it is coupled with the greatness and splendor of kingship. There is nothing more distressing for the soul than to represent the death of a caliph, a great leader, or a great poet, among those who left the greatest impact on this world and engraved pages in its history that time cannot erase.
Perhaps the best hour for a contemplator to review the history of a person's life is the hour of his death, for he will see - then - in front of every image of weakness another image of strength, and he will glimpse next to those cheerful and sad images the corresponding bright smiling images of the past.