The Ocean of Light — Page 141
141 HADRAT MIRZA GHULAM AHMAD AS away the essence of compassion and sympathy, so it is as if they have made the forest their home. If they see that someone is committing even a small act of ignorance, it is not often that they forgive him, rather they verbally abuse him on account of his mistake or count him among the disbelievers. So just as landowners fight over villages and the branches of trees, these Ulema battle over food and bowls of gravy. They break friendships over grain and prefer juice over their Lord. They fight over dead bodies and dishonestly take away the clothes of the corpses. Every one of them shows his tongue to his foe like a sabre and gnashes his teeth. Alongside this, their profession is an accursed one. The misery of failure and bouts of depression never leave their side and poverty is their lot for as long as they live. Hence, their courtyards remain empty. Just like the farmer who flares up in anger even if a single sugar-cane is plucked from his field and grabs the one who took the sugar-cane and breaks his bones. If