A Story

I had a scholarship at the Nezamiyeh college; day and night I studied, memorized, and reviewed. I said to my teacher, 'You who are so wise, a certain classmate is jealous of me.' When I explain the meaning of a saying well, that spiteful soul boils with resentment.' When the master of learning heard this, he flared up sharply and said, 'How strange!' So your friend's jealousy displeased you, but has it taught you that backbiting is fine? If out of his meanness he takes the road to hell, will you reach him by taking that same road?