> But the Arabs didn't complain. They shrugged their shoulders and said, “Mektoub!” . . . “It is written.”
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> Presently the car sputtered and stopped. We were out of gas! The chief merely remarked: “Mektoub!”
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> As long as I lived in the Sahara, I had no worries. I found there, in the Garden of Allah, the serene contentment and physical well-being that so many of us are seeking with tenseness and despair.
— Dale Carnegie, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living