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The real friend is the one who, when you ask him to follow you, doesn’t ask 'Where?' but gets up and goes. - Al Ghazzali Young boys, victims of landmines. Herat, Afghanistan.
The real friend is the one who, when you ask him to follow you, doesn’t ask 'Where?' but gets up and goes. - Al Ghazzali Young boys, victims of landmines. Herat, Afghanistan.
Never had I seen a woman more beautiful of face, softer of speech, more tender of heart, more spiritual in her ideas, more subtle in her symbolic allusions. She surpassed all the people of her time in refinement of mind & cultivation, in beauty and knowledge. - Ibn Arabi

Bernice Appreciation Society.

Wish I could do this at work

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On my bed at night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.
On my bed at night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.
O Lord, If I worship You from fear of hell, burn me in hell. O Lord, if I worship You from hope of paradise, bar me from its gates. But if I worship You for Yourself alone, then grace me forever the splendour of Your face. - Rabia Basri
O Lord, If I worship You from fear of hell, burn me in hell. O Lord, if I worship You from hope of paradise, bar me from its gates. But if I worship You for Yourself alone, then grace me forever the splendour of Your face. - Rabia Basri
Travel and fear not; stay, dwell with me! Die, live, and hear, [so] that you may stay alive. O you who ask me, “How does one arrive?” If you believe what I shall say, come near and learn some rules from me. - Al Shushtari (Mystical Zajal) 
Travel and fear not; stay, dwell with me! Die, live, and hear, [so] that you may stay alive. O you who ask me, “How does one arrive?” If you believe what I shall say, come near and learn some rules from me. Al Shushtari (Mystical Zajal) 
Who’ll help my heart, enslaved, doting? It raves about a pretty girl with languid looks, who walks so slowly when she walks, dressed in her shift; 
I don’t know where to look when she is looking. - Umar Abi Rabiah

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We laughed, and O how foolish was our laughter! Dwellers on earth should cry and never cease. Time’s vagaries crush us like glass; we’ll never be remoulded as one piece.
We laughed, and O how foolish was our laughter! Dwellers on earth should cry and never cease. Time’s vagaries crush us like glass; we’ll never be remoulded as one piece.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world. All seek separately the many faces of my love.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold. Every cell, taking wings, flies about the world. All seek separately the many faces of my love.
What else was youth if not a phantom? It arrived to greet us, stayed the twinkling of an eye, and passed. The shortest day, in youth, I found the best; even the the longest then, could not be spurned. I lingered long in blameful, youthful folly, cared for nothing else - a fool…
What else was youth if not a phantom? It arrived to greet us, stayed the twinkling of an eye, and passed. The shortest day, in youth, I found the best; even the the longest then, could not be spurned. I lingered long in blameful, youthful folly, cared for nothing else - a fool…
The path of knowledge I traveled intensely. In the circles of mystics I have elevated. But unveiling the heart, I finally came to see, really, that I know nothing. - Nasir Al Din Tusi
*Iraq, Kifl. Native Moslem [i.e., Muslim] village with a Jewish shrine to the prophet Ezekiel. Jewish rabbi reading at the entrance to the shrine.
The path of knowledge I traveled intensely. In the circles of mystics I have elevated. But unveiling the heart, I finally came to see, really, that I know nothing. - Nasir Al Din Tusi

*Iraq, Kifl. Native Moslem [i.e., Muslim] village with a Jewish shrine to the prophet Ezekiel. Jewish rabbi reading at the entrance to the shrine.

Greetings to that gazelle, so graceful & tempting! Greetings to him, & say to him: O You who keep men’s hearts enchained. You left my body scorching in the sun while you live in the shade of women’s quarters. You’ve brought me to my wits’ end. I don’t know what to do. 
Greetings to that gazelle, so graceful & tempting! Greetings to him, & say to him: O You who keep men’s hearts enchained. You left my body scorching in the sun while you live in the shade of women’s quarters. You’ve brought me to my wits’ end. I don’t know what to do. 

Faris Odeh was shot to death by an Israeli soldier on November 9, 2000 in Gaza during the Second Intifada as he crouched down to pick up another stone.

Dread him who dreads thee. Although thou couldst cope with a hundred like him. Seest thou not when the cat becomes desperate how he plucks out with his claws the eyes of a tiger? The viper stings the shepherd’s foot because it fears he will strike his head with a stone.

(Source: standwithpalestine)