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Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be. - Rumi
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be. - Rumi
If you want money more than anything you will be bought and sold. If you have greed for food, you’ll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: whatever you love, you become. - Rumi
If you want money more than anything you will be bought and sold. If you have greed for food, you’ll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: whatever you love, you become. - Rumi
I whisper to the night, ‘Why disappear to fast? Don’t you trust the moon? The moon shrugs, ‘Don’t blame me. This loving must end…’ - Rumi 
I whisper to the night, ‘Why disappear to fast? Don’t you trust the moon? The moon shrugs, ‘Don’t blame me. This loving must end…’ - Rumi 
First war resembles a beautiful girl we all want to flirt with and believe. Later, it’s more a repulsive old whore, whose callers are bitter and grieve. - Samuel Ibn Naghrillah

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The simpler our hands and hearts, the more free of the world around; the happier we’ll be. Penniless pleasure, gone in a blink, is better than the pomp of a thousand kings. - Rumi
The simpler our hands and hearts, the more free of the world around; the happier we’ll be. Penniless pleasure, gone in a blink, is better than the pomp of a thousand kings. - Rumi
If the human being is a proud and honourable creature, he shouldn’t forget to act that way, even if he falls, even if the whole world is against him, even if he ends as a slave.
If the human being is a proud and honourable creature, he shouldn’t forget to act that way, even if he falls, even if the whole world is against him, even if he ends as a slave.
Even if the whole world were gripped by sadness; he would not be sad who holds love firm in hand. If love makes him dance, even a little, there are worlds & worlds within that little land.
Even if the whole world were gripped by sadness; he would not be sad who holds love firm in hand. If love makes him dance, even a little, there are worlds & worlds within that little land.
I made a journey through the desert of your love. Searching for some hint that you might join me. I saw in every home I passed along the way, the corpses scattered of those who went before me. - Rumi
I made a journey through the desert of your love. Searching for some hint that you might join me. I saw in every home I passed along the way, the corpses scattered of those who went before me. - Rumi
You can study God through everything and everyone in the universe, because God is not confined in a Mosque, Synagogue, or Church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly His abode is, there is only one place to look for Him: In the heart of a true lover.
You can study God through everything and everyone in the universe, because God is not confined in a Mosque, Synagogue, or Church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly His abode is, there is only one place to look for Him: In the heart of a true lover.
Listen, O Liberty, and harken unto us. Turn your gaze towards us, O mother of the earth’s inhabitants. For we are not the offspring of your rival. Speak with the tongue of any one of us; for from one spark the draw straw catches fire. Awaken the sound of your wings the spirit of one of our men; for from one cloud one lightning flash illuminates valley-lanes and mountain- tops. Disperse with your resolve these dark clouds. Descend as a thunderbolt. Destroy like a catapult the props of those thrones erected on bones and skulls; plated with the gold of taxes and bribery; soaked in blood and tears. Listen to us, O Liberty. Have compassion on us, O Daughter of Athens. Rescue us, O Sister of Rome. Save us, O Companion of Moses. Come to our aid, O beloved of Mohammad. Teach us, O bride of Jesus. Strengthen our hearts that we may live; or strengthen the arms of our enemies against us that we may wither, perish and find peace. - Khalil Gibran
Listen, O Liberty, and harken unto us. Turn your gaze towards us, O mother of the earth’s inhabitants. For we are not the offspring of your rival. Speak with the tongue of any one of us; for from one spark the draw straw catches fire. Awaken the sound of your wings the spirit of one of our men; for from one cloud one lightning flash illuminates valley-lanes and mountain- tops. Disperse with your resolve these dark clouds. Descend as a thunderbolt. Destroy like a catapult the props of those thrones erected on bones and skulls; plated with the gold of taxes and bribery; soaked in blood and tears. Listen to us, O Liberty. Have compassion on us, O Daughter of Athens. Rescue us, O Sister of Rome. Save us, O Companion of Moses. Come to our aid, O beloved of Mohammad. Teach us, O bride of Jesus. Strengthen our hearts that we may live; or strengthen the arms of our enemies against us that we may wither, perish and find peace. - Khalil Gibran
Though far removed beyond my aching sight, still is thy image in my heart beheld. Thy form is now departed, but grief eternal fills its place. On thee my soul was fixed, and never will thy memory be forgot. - Nezami *Kosovar-Albanian refugee, Kukes, Albania, 1999.
Though far removed beyond my aching sight, still is thy image in my heart beheld. Thy form is now departed, but grief eternal fills its place. On thee my soul was fixed, and never will thy memory be forgot. - Nezami *Kosovar-Albanian refugee, Kukes, Albania, 1999.

Four children. A Turk, a Persian, an Arab and a Kurd - were collectively drawing the picture of a man. The first drew his head. The second drew his hands and upper limbs. The third drew his legs and torso. The fourth drew the gun on his shoulder. - Sherko Faiq

Pity the children of the Middle East. 

Four children. A Turk, a Persian, an Arab and a Kurd - were collectively drawing the picture of a man. The first drew his head. The second drew his hands and upper limbs. The third drew his legs and torso. The fourth drew the gun on his shoulder. - Sherko Faiq

Pity the children of the Middle East. 

O lover, you are not less than the moth; when does the moth ever avoid a flame? - Rumi
O lover, you are not less than the moth; when does the moth ever avoid a flame? - Rumi