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A solitary preacher man stands outside St Paul's tube station, handing out evangelical literature. As the merchant bankers, lawyers & yuppies head home for the night, he offers them his version of salvation. "Repent and be saved by Jesus Christ," he chants, again and again, in an eternal monotone that Lady Vervaine finds strangely moving.
I hang around, and shoot some frames. These are four of the best.
CualquierFormaDeAmor ♪♫
De repente me llegaste tú
me has llenado el corazón de vida
no te vallas nunca de mi lado, quédate
pensando que buscando noche y día
podría resumir este sentimiento
súper alejarme de lo incierto sin mirar atrás
y llegaste tu y has inundado
mi alma de tranquilidad
ya no aguanto tantas ganas de llorar
de la felicidad
y cada vez que pienso en ti
tengo motivos para amarte
siempre hasta la eternidad
y cada vez que pienso en ti
se nota que esto es algo diferente
a cualquier forma de amor, de amor
esto es más especial que cualquier forma de amor
me iluminaste con tu dulce voz
y ahora nunca voy a dejarte ir
y a veces un suspiro
se queda suspendido en el olvido
la chispa de la vida que te hace vibrar
los sentimientos pasan y se olvidan
y llegaste tu y has inundado
mi alma de tranquilidad
ya no aguanto tantas ganas de llorar
de la felicidad
y cada vez que pienso en ti
tengo motivos para amarte
siempre hasta la eternidad
cada vez que pienso en ti
se nota que esto es algo diferente
a cualquier forma de amor,
y si tu estas cerca de mi
todo el mundo me parece fácil
ni un minuto mas quiero pasar sin de ti
cada vez que pienso en ti
tengo motivos para amarte
siempre hasta la eternidad
hasta la eternidad yeee
y tu llegada me ha hecho tanto bien
ya no me importa nada las tristezas
se han quedado atrás de el
naaaa cada vez cada vez
cada vez que pienso en ti cada vez
y cada vez que pienso en ti
se nota que esto es algo diferente
a cualquier forma de amor, de amor, de amor
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The Seed of Tauba
أسْتَغْفِرُ اللهَ رَبي مِنْ كُلِ ذَنبٍ
وَأتُوبُ إلَيهِ
I ask forgiveness of my sins from Allah who is my Lord
and I turn towards Him.
توبوا من ذنوبكم و سوء أدبكم
هذه التوبة غرسي في أرض قلوبكم بناء أبنيه عندكم،
أنقض بناء الشيطان
و أبن بناء الرحمن
و ألحقكم بمولاكم و ربكم عزوجل
“Repent for your misdeeds and your inappropriate regard!
This repentance is my seed in the soil of your hearts
so that I will make the foundation of a building for you.
I will demolish the building of Shaitaan
and make a building of Allah Ar Rahman
and I will make you rejoin with your Maula and Rabb, your Master
and your Lord, Exalted is His Majesty.”
Ghaus Pak (ra)
Ahmed Javaid Sahib had said that identifying flaws and shortcoming of character and behaviour were essential. Just identify them, he had said. I realized why the emphasis on the exercise was heavy.
From that identification by the aql to make disappear ignorance of one’s own self would follow remorse. It would be inevitable. At least for the person who might reflect truthfully on how that feature of their personality had come as an obstacle between them and their Lord.
From that regret would be expressed tauba. The repentance would ask, insist, of forgiveness. A prayer would be uttered. A dua would save the day!
Only days ago I had come across one of the most powerful verses around forgiveness. Giving it was truly Allah Al Ghaffar’s Declaration of love as well as mercy. The former was for His Love (salutations and greetings upon the Mercy of the Universe by His Lord of the Universe). The latter was for his enemies. For it was offered before it was asked for!
First Subhanahu said He wouldn’t destroy them whilst Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon Ar Rauf by Allah Ar Rauf) was amidst them even though that is what they deserved for rejecting him. A trial for them would become a trial for him. Instead then He would grant them leeway because they might seek forgiveness and so He would forgive them.
وَمَا كَانَ ٱللَّهُ لِیُعَذِّبَهُمۡ وَأَنتَ فِیهِمۡۚ
وَمَا كَانَ ٱللَّهُ مُعَذِّبَهُمۡ وَهُمۡ یَسۡتَغۡفِرُونَ
But Allah will not punish them while you (are) among them,
Allah will not punish them while they seek forgiveness.
Surah Al Anfal, Verse 33
Tafseer e Jilani
Wa ma kana Allahu li-yuaddibahum: And Allah has nothing to gain from punishing them, although they were deserving of intense punishment and an exemplary chastisement and destruction complete because of their refuting you and rejecting your Book…
Wa anta fi-him: whilst you are among them meaning that as long as you are among them and in their midst and in their places, then if Allah punished them, certainly it would afflict you like it would afflict them…
Wa: and if it became possible that We would choose you and save you in the moment of punishing them…
Ma kana Allahu mu’addibahum: Allah will still not punish them and will not intend to torment them and uproot them…
Wa hum yastaghfiroon: while they are supplicating before Him for forgiveness i.e. it is expected from them, despite their opposing imaan, faith that they might seek forgiveness in the future, unlike those nations who were destroyed before (because they would not ask for forgiveness ever).
It was extraordinary!
The Quran says that Subhanahu creates veils between Man and his heart when he is disobedient:
وَٱعْلَمُوٓا۟ أَنَّ ٱللَّهَ يَحُولُ بَيْنَ ٱلْمَرْءِ وَقَلْبِهِۦ
وَأَنَّهُۥٓ إِلَيْهِ تُحْشَرُونَ
And know that Allah comes between Man and his heart,
and that to Him you will be gathered.
Surah Al Anfal, Verse 24
Wa’lamo annallaha: And be certain that Allah Al Muttali’u, The Perfect Informer, who knows what is hidden in His Servants…
Yahoolu: diverts and creates an envelope…
Bayna al mar’ay: between Man, the one who has structured himself in a human skeleton, which is specific upon on the fixture of true balance…
Wa qalbihi: and his qalb, the Seat of Recognition within the heart, which encompasses within it Allah Al Haqq, The Truth who is Allah Al Munazza, The One Purified of all, free of being imprisoned, and Allah Al Mubri’o, The One Above Everything in being encompassed or in any limitation, (He creates between Man and his qalb) many veils.
So these veils and coverings always remain, hanging, between Man and his qalb, so the scent of love and closeness cannot reach him, that scent which is Al Muwaddi’, which leads towards fana, dissolution which results in baqa, everlastingness.
And this opening of the doors of Divine Love and Closeness is received only with ikhlas, sincerity, and tasleem, surrender and tafweed, submission and tawakkal, reliance and tabbattal, detachment and Tauheed Al Musqit, One-ness which makes drop everything extra.
Wa: And over all…
Annahu: Indeed, He…
Ilayhi: towards him, Subhanahu and no one else but Him, will rise the shadows in dissolution and will rise the invalid tangibles…
Tuhsharoon: gathered, returned like shadows return to the Creator of Shadows.
That was my favourite image of myself, being a shadow returning to the Creator of Shadows.
Each choice was like a road that had a fork in it. Even when it overtly seemed like there was no option. One path was always of obedience to the nafs and Shaitaan, the other to hear and answer the call of the one sent to teach as the guide, the warner, the witness, the bringer of glad tidings, the sun lit; Nabi Kareem, who Ghaus Pak (ra) calls Al Mazhar Al Ilahaya Az Zaati, the appearance of the Essence of The Divine.
He, who was Allah’s Jamaal, Beauty (Allah Al Jameel pours his greetings and salutations upon him and his family) was the only one for whom Subhanahu deliberately uses a verb (singular when the dual exists in Arabic) in the Quran so as to render them one and not two when it came to the invitation towards His Tauheed, His One-ness.
“Because the calling of the Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) is in fact the calling of Allah Al Haqq…”
يَٓأَيُّهَا ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱسْتَجِيبُوا۟ لِلَّهِ وَلِلرَّسُولِ إِذَا دَعَاكُمْ لِمَا يُحْيِيكُمْ
O you who believe!
Respond to Allah and His Messenger when he calls you to what gives you life.
Surah Al Anfal, Verse 24
Tafseer e Jilani
Then said Allah Subhanahu, as a call to the believers, as a reminder for them and as a teaching:
Ya ayyohalladina aamino: O ye who attained to faith, it is the requirement of your imaan, faith, to answer the Call of Allah and answer the call of His Rasool (peace be upon him and his family)…
Istajeebo lillahe: respond to Him, be obedient to what is His Command and His Order and stay away from what He forbids…
Wa lir-Rasool: and His Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) adopt his sunnat, practice, and his adaab, manners and his ikhlaq, etiquette.
Ida da’akum: When he calls you, any one of them, because the calling of the Rasool (peace be upon him and his family) is in fact the calling of Allah Al Haqq…
Lima yuhhyeekum: because he gives you life-giving messages from the Al Aloom Ad Dineeya, knowledges of religion and Al Ma’aaraf Al Haqeeqa, the recognitions of the realities, bearing fruits of Mukashafaat, unveilings and Mushahidaat, witnessings which had become faded for the people who were on the right path and the ones on the wrong path, both (i.e. forgotten by them both and unclear for them).
Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by their Lord God) was the reminder for all in the Universe. Those on the right path and those on the wrong. For both would forget again and again.
Ghaus Pak (ra) saying was the reason Rajab came into my focus last year. A 90 day cycle was unheard of in spirituality. 900 years of striving couldn’t ensure a result!
رجب شھر الزرع و شعبان شھر السقی و رمضان شھر الحصاد
و کل یحصد ما زرع و یجزی ما صنع
و من ضیع الزراعۃ ندم یوم حصادہ و احلف ظنہ مع سوء معادہ
Rajab is the month for sowing seeds, Sha’ban is the month for watering, and Ramadan is the month for reaping.
And all reap what they sow and will be rewarded for what they did.
And the one who wasted the (season of) planting regretted it on the day of harvest
and found it to be against what he thought would be the result.
Then the seeds had been about increased, never before performed, extra rituals of worship, nawafil. They were offered from the mind though, not the essence of my being, even though the intention to do them came out of a love for the Imam (as) in my heart.
This time I longed for my acts to be only be about adab and akhlaq, regard and manners, behaviour, character and morality.
Whether they were inspired by the most honoured Ahl e Bait, the family of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon them by Subhanahu), his companions or his followers who became the Friends of Allah. For there was only one standard that was in replication anyway.
“Glory be to Allah, whose praise should precede every writing and every speech!
May the blessings of Allah rest upon Muhammad, His Prophet and His Apostle, and on his family and companions, by whose guidance error is escaped!”
Imam Al Ghazali (ra)
At first I wanted my seeds to come from what I had heard were the foundational traits of Nabi Pak (salutations and greetings upon his perfection of manner by his Lord who raised him and his family such):
Haya – modesty.
Sakha – generosity.
Murrawwat – affection.
Tawadda’a – humility.
All took their root in sincerity. That sincerity of obedience and surrender was expressed in perfection by one.
قُلْ إِنِّىٓ أُمِرْتُ أَنْ أَعْبُدَ ٱللَّهَ مُخْلِصًۭا لَّهُ ٱلدِّينَ
Say, "Indeed, I, I am commanded that I worship Allah,
being sincere to Him in the religion.
Surah Az Zumar, Verse 11
Tafseer e Jilani
Then said Subhanahu, Exalted is He, commanding His Habeeb (salutations and greetings be upon him and his family by His Lord and His Angels) in order to guide him and to convey to His (other) ordinary worshippers, a thing He said that is specified for wisdom, a wisdom empty of the desires of the nafs of showing-off (of the self), only and only for wishing well and perfection (for others);
Qul: Say O Messenger who completes Messenger-hood (peace be upon you)…
Inni umirtu: Indeed I have been ordered from My Lord…
An a’buda Allaha: that I worship Allah as is His Right to be worshipped and be obedient to Him as His Right to be obeyed…
Mukhlisal lahu deen: bringing sincerity into the religion and offering surrender from myself in such a way that I make both, my obedience with sincerity and my surrender with sincerity, the means of reaching Him.
So that I gain recognition of Him as is His Right to be recognized and He pours upon my heart the purified waters of His Tauheed, One-ness and His Karamat, His Honour.
Waters from seas sweet!
But then Ghaus Pak (ra) told me what the seed should be. It was a seed of tauba.
“Repent for your misdeeds and your inappropriate regard!
This repentance is my seed in the soil of your hearts
so that I will make the foundation of a building for you.
I will demolish the building of Shaitaan
and make a building of Allah Ar Rahman
and I will make you rejoin with your Maula and Rabb, your Master
and your Lord, Exalted is His Majesty.”
If I chose repentance, then the seed wouldn’t even be mine. He had promised that he would become the seed. In the soil of my own heart. Shaitaan would lose influence over me as just he did over Amir Muawia (ratu). My remorse, my regret at all times would protect me from him.
The watering of that seed happens in Shabaan. It is the month that Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon his mercy upon us and his family’s) calls his own. So I thought that perhaps he, himself, would be the water that is poured on that seed.
Like rain that Subhanahu describes thus:
Anzalna: We sent down from the Station of Our Generosity…
Mina: from…
As Sama’i ma’an tahooran: the skies, rain pure, utmost in purity, highest, extreme in its purpose (of purification).
The month of Ramadan, Subhanahu calls His Own. Fasting is for Him. It is the only ritual for which He makes Himself the reward. Could it be His Qurb?
It was making sense why Ghaus Pak (ra) only mentioned one seed and no other. In my spiritual journey that I write about incessantly, one thing had made crystal clear these past months. The relationship between possibilities and shirrk, the intertwining of taqwa and tauba.
What had been in my control all along, in all of my decisions, was the exercising of the don’ts. I did things because I didn’t want to do them anymore. I didn’t want to do them because I started to care about the consequences, the most imperative of which became Subhanahu’s Displeasure, His Ghadab. That only came because when the first time I was terrified of my Master’s displeasure. Before that I was unaware of the gravity of my actions careless about their consequences, forgetting both. I was ghafil.
The connection between taqwa and tauba, then I learnt, is that one lies within the other. From the refrain follows naturally the repentance for not doing it earlier. It comes because the forgiveness of Subhanahu is a “breeze of good news and glad tidings and spirituality.”
The Chosen Ones, the Extraordinary, they live in a state of tauba from the start. It in kneaded in their essence.
Ghaus Pak: “The one who was loved by Allah from the beginning, He makes them pure in the world from that which might distract him even for a single moment from His Being.”
The ordinary reach it by way of mindfulness.
قُلۡ یَـٰعِبَادِ ٱلَّذِینَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱتَّقُوا۟ رَبَّكُمۡۚ
Say, "O My Servants those who attained to faith!
Be mindful of your Lord.”
Surah Az Zumar, Verse 10
Tafseer e Jilani
Qul: Say, Ya Akmal Ar Rusul (Allah sends blessings and salutations upon you since the beginning of Creation till the end), O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood, give this message on Our Behalf, calling out to the selected sincere amongst my Servants…
Ya ibadi: O My Worshippers, by attaching them with His Essence making them special and honouring them…
Alladina aamano: those who attained to faith from amongst you in the One-ness of My Essence and My Appearance according to My Affairs and My Ever changing-ness in accordance with My Names and Attributes, the requirement of your faith is taqwa, mindfulness from the demands of your desires…
Ittaqu Rabbukum: be conscious of your Lord and stay away from what is forbidden by Him and what He has ordered prevented for you and characterize yourself with His Commands and know that He…
Stay away…from the forbidden, the prevented. It was a don’t!
It made me remember the beginning of the Quran. The second line of Al Baqarah. It said in total clarity; the Book was only a guidance for the one who was Muttaqi, who were conscious of being seen by Him at all times and therefore exercised restraint.
Since the verses in the Quran appear in the order of importance, in terms of a ranking it seemed to be; seeking refuge from Shaitaan, then praise of Subhanahu, the expression of gratitude, a supplication (all in Surah Fateha) and then taqwa, being in a constant state of mindfulness of Him. The start of Al Baqarah.
ذَٰلِكَ ٱلۡكِتَـٰبُ لَا رَیۡبَۛ فِیهِۛ هُدࣰى لِّلۡمُتَّقِینَ
That (is) the book, there is no doubt in it, it is a guidance for the ones conscious of Allah.
Surah Al Baqarah, Verse 2
Tafseer e Jilani
Dalika al Kitab-u: That is the Book لَّا یَأۡتِیهِ ٱلۡبَـٰطِلُ مِنۢ بَیۡنِ یَدَیۡهِ وَلَا مِنۡ خَلۡفِهِۦۖ falsehood cannot approach it (the Quran) from before or from behind. The levels of its exaltedness are far from comprehension. It is the gatherer of the ranks of the Exalted Names and Attributes in the Realms of the Unseen and Seen. It is gradually revealed upon your qalb, O Akmal Ar Rusul, O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood (salutations and greetings upon you and your family by your Lord), compiling in totality the order of the creation of the Universe from the beginning till the end, such that there is no inconsistency in it at all…
La raiba fihi: (such that) there is no possibility of doubt in it because, indeed, it is revealed from Us, its words and its meanings.
Words: Ghaus Pak (ra) means that they make helpless the most prominent of the orators and the most famous of the well-spoken from competing with the shortest verse of it, even though their claims were boastful.
Where as the meaning, it is inclusive of the totality of all the states of realities seen and secrets unseen, which were and which will be in both the worlds, this and the next and it is not possible to know it (that totality) and describe what all is in it, in terms of its wonderful patterns, except for the one who is the knower of the Unseen.
And We only sent it upon you, O one who is deserving of the matter of Messenger-hood and Vice-regency, so you (salutations and blessings upon your qalb that receives and reveals the Quran) can guide by it towards the Ocean of Divine Reality and you can guide through it also the one who is obedient to you from the ones who are walking in bewilderment in the wilderness of being astray, because in it…
Huda-n: is guidance, great…
Lil Muttaqeen: for the ones who safe-guard with compliance to His Commands and avoid what He disallows for their selves from the impurities of sins forbidden with true purification and a reaching towards the real rank and destination.
Safe-guards, avoids, disallows – don’ts!
I could not become grateful. I could only decide I didn’t want to be ungrateful. I could not become generous. I could only decide not to be a miser. I could not decide I will be patient. I could only decide I didn’t want to be impatient. I couldn’t decide to be selfless. I could only want to not be selfish. I couldn’t become sensitive. I could just desire to not be insensitive. Even in rituals, I could not decide to pray the two
Sunnah of Fajr without fail. I could only intend to not miss it.
Each time I exercised a don’t, mindful of it, conscious of it like the Imam Ghazali (ra) became, in my being rather than my mind, I reaped a fruit. I was rewarded for the taqwa, for the restraint. When I failed in the don’t, I felt regret.
The best example of in following something Maula e Kayinaat (as) said which was also the most difficult. “Even if a man came to you riding on a red camel (the most expensive of the time) and asks you for something, don’t let him leave empty handed.”
He said empty handed for us. He probably gave the man everything he possessed!
I could not tell myself to always say yes to everyone who asked me for money. That would never happen. My nafs, which I trained to be a miser, would never allow it. Most often I found that when I didn’t give many people anything at all I thought nothing of it.
But if I consciously decided I didn’t want to say no to anyone, then I would at least always give them something. A little, a lot, something. Why? Because the promise was to myself. If I broke it, I was a liar. If I didn’t, I felt remorse. If for nothing else, then for being a liar.
Any change that came within me was the fruit of emulating a practice of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his beloved family) or a Prophet (as) or a Friend of God (ra). Because they did it and they told me to do it. They told me how to do it. When I connected the act with them, the manner of executing it became “excellent.”
It came with ease.
فَأَمَّا مَنۡ أَعۡطَىٰ وَٱتَّقَىٰ
وَصَدَّقَ بِٱلۡحُسۡنَىٰ
فَسَنُیَسِّرُهُۥ لِلۡیُسۡرَىٰ
Then as for (him) who gives and is mindful,
and believes in the best,
then We will ease him towards the ease.
Surah Al Layl, Verses 5-8
Tafseer e Jilani
Fa amma man aa’ta: So as for the one who gives from that which he was given from Al Haqq from rizq, sustenance, in (both) form and meaning, along with khushu, humility and khudu, submission and khuloos, sincerity, of intention and inner most feelings and different kinds of obedience and worship commanded for him…
Wa attaqa: and is mindful in totality of that which is forbidden and that which is prohibited about which Allah’s warnings of restraint have come in them…
Wa saddaqa bil husna: and he affirms the limitless demands of the Names of Allah and the effects of His Exalted Attributes which can never be counted and never be enumerated…
Fa sanuyassirruhu: then We will prepare for him and give him ability…
Lil yusra: for ease towards the way, which is easy, connecting towards the goal of Tauheed, One-ness and Ma’rifa, Divine Recognition, that brings deliverance from the darkness of doubts and the shadows of paranoia.
Tauba was my wish to not be the same person. It was my wish that I was dying to change. It was my reward for being forgiven.
Forgiveness
قَالَ رَبِّ إِنِّی ظَلَمۡتُ نَفۡسِی فَٱغۡفِرۡ لِی فَغَفَرَ لَهُۥۤۚ
إِنَّهُۥ هُوَ ٱلۡغَفُورُ ٱلرَّحِیمُ
He, the Prophet Musa (as) said, "My Lord! Indeed, I [I] have wronged my soul, so forgive me."
Then He, Subhanahu, forgave him.
Indeed He, He (is) the Oft-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.
Surah Al Qasas, Verse 16
Tafseer e Jilani
Qala: He said, the Prophet Musa (as), in humility before Allah Al Haqq, returning to Him, repentant of that which happened from him, pleading with Him with only regret…
Rabbi: O my Lord who raises me with the different kinds of Lutf, Affection and Karam, Generosity between me and my enemy and purifies me from the distress that is causing me suffering xxx by the demand of Your Jood, Your Bounty…
Inni: Indeed, I, with the steps taken in this matter loathsome…
Dalamtu nafsi: wronged my own self and offer it to you for Your Punishment because of the exiting from the demands of Your Boundaries by the killing of this man without the permission of the Shari’a…
Faghfir li: so forgive me, O my Lord, my sin after that I repented before you and returned to you from my sin, remorseful and seeking refuge, towards Your Door, returning…
Faghafara lahu: so his Lord forgave him his sin after he returned to him sincerely…
Innahu huwa al Ghafoor-u: Indeed, He is Al Ghafoor, The Forgiver of all sins of His Servants after they returned to him, in humility, disappointed, as losers…
Ar Rahim: He is Merciful for them accepting their tauba, repentance, after they were sincere in it and after he repented and returned about what was they did in error.
Ahmed Javaid Sahib said in a lecture once that a relationship loses its meaning when the emotion attached to it disappears. It is the emotion that defines the rights and duties attached to any bond between two people. With a younger person, its shafqat, kindness. With an older its ehtaram, respect. With a contemporary, its muhabbat, love.
Hence, he says, the absence of the emotion makes it devoid of ehsaas, feeling. Then it is simply rendered to be a delusion. It has no existence. It bears no reality.
It made sense. That was why extreme carelessness and indifference, total unawareness could come to exist in behaviour. No matter how paramount the relationship. Why akhlaq experienced sudden death in relationships that should have been life-long. There was no longer a fear of consequence from displeasing the other. The relationship being void of emotion is what allowed that indifference.
What kills emotion? I don’t know. So I asked Qari Sahib.
He told me this, “The first thing is that Allah Subhanahu places the inclination for another in one’s heart. It cannot be created. It cannot be caused. When it is pure, it is a blessing and it is endowed. It is the people themselves that make the feeling leave.
One reason is the tongue and what comes forth from it. That is from the prodding of Shaitaan in terms of anger etc. Another is lust that corrupts that feeling. For the world or others in relationships which are forbidden. Again Shaitaan.
The other even more important reason emotions become numb, appear dead is ingratitude.”
The effect of the blessing had to appear, be seen.
If you hide the blessings from Allah Azzo Jal and did not express gratitude for it, He will sieze it from you.
Those who were in a state of mindfulness of their akhlaq, its effect on others, taufeeq, ability, was granted. They became of the Saliheen; the ones who corrected and reformed themselves.
It was perfectly expressed in the prayer of the Prophet Yusuf (as) that I had been saying for months not realizing the effect it was having on my life:
تَوَفَّنِى مُسْلِمًۭا وَأَلْحِقْنِى بِٱلصَّلِحِينَ رَبِّ
Cause me to die as a Muslim, and join me with the righteous."
Surah Yusuf, Verse 101
Tafseer e Jilani
Then prayed Hazrat Yousuf (as) for himself and he said softly to his Lord, a prayer, that uttered from him only with wisdom, intellect and reasoning, with his invocation:
Rabbi: O my Lord who raises me, by Your Unmerited Affection and Your Bounty, with different kinds of guidance and favour that you have granted me…
…
Tawwafini: Make me die and take my soul…
Muslim-an: surrendering, entrusting all my matters to you…
Walhiqni: and enjoin me, with Your Special Favour…
Bi saliheen: with the righteous ones who are the ones who reformed their selves in this life and the Hereafter until they achieved success from You with the honour of meeting You.
The same blessed Prophet who taught me that self-deceit would only yield me living like the dead. Unable to see, unable to hear. Veil upon veil upon veil. I had to stop absolving my nafs, no matter the circumstance. It was
Shaitaan’s trap: “rationalizations.” In any situation with anyone, I had to take its failing upon my self. Regardless of who did what. Regardless of innocence and guilt.
No one offered the proof of that like Sayyadna Yusuf (as).
وَمَآ أُبَرِّئُ نَفْسِىٓ ۚ
إِنَّ ٱلنَّفْسَ لَأَمَّارَةٌۢ بِٱلسُّوٓءِ إِلَّا مَا رَحِمَ رَبِّىٓ ۚ
إِنَّ رَبِّى غَفُورٌۭ رَّحِيمٌۭ
"And yet I am not trying to absolve myself.
Indeed, the nafs Ammara is a certain inciter of evil,
unless my Lord bestows Mercy.
Indeed, my Lord (is) Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
Surah Yusuf, Verse 53
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The he, Hazrat Yusuf (as) said:
Wa ma ubarri’o: And I do not absolve and do not justify…
Nafsi: my nafs, my self, from furataat, excessiveness and ghafalaat, forgetfulness and shameful thoughts and repulsive deeds according to the demands of the organs of lust and animalistic desires and how can I absolve myself and justify it?
Inna an nafsa: Indeed the nafs, the base self, that has been embodied in the nature of human beings…
La-Ammaarat-un: the forceful commanding of which is by its nature towards …
Bis su’: wrong-doing and fasaad, corruption and its focus upon that whenever it’s free and is its nature…
Illa ma rahima Rabbi: except for the one upon whom is bestowed the Mercy of my Lord i.e. Allah protects that nafs by His Endless Mercy and Affection from its transgressions and the whisperings of Satan towards it.
Inna Rabbi: Indeed my Lord, who has raised me with safeguarding from sin and with virtuousness…
Ghafoor-an: is All Forgiving of that which has happened from me from the occurences of my nafs…
Raheem-un: is All Merciful. He bestows Mercy towards me with His Fazal, Bounty and He preserves me with His Lutf, Kindness, from those things that make me distant from His Kunuf, Protection and His Jawaar, Safety.
The idea of focusing upon what not to do yielded a revelation. What applies to my own self also applied to a relationship with another.
If there was a problem that emerged in it I should not focus on what I could do but rather on what I should NOT do. The first took its root in desperation. The overtures, when unreturned, caused heartache and agonizing disappointment. The doing of the action caused the birth of hope that it would be reciprocated. It created the expectation that it would be noticed, appreciated.
I knew the drill. It would begin with me thinking of myself as “good” courtesy of Shaitaan’s imprisoning of my nafs with that whispering. Never would I reach the realization that my expectation of an outcome, of a change in another, was the cardinal sin; shirrk!
I had just experienced that with the young man in Karachi with whom I exercised patience simply but vowing not to be impatient. With a prayer, calling upon Subhanahu as my Musta’aan as did Hazrat Yaqoub (as) and leaving the matter with Him for resolve.
Along side the dua I practiced the attribute of murrawwat from the akhlaq from the blessed person who Allah’s Beloved (salutations and greetings upon the one declared the guide of the Universe by Allah Al Hadi). His instruction to not demean others publicly. There was no one else from the world then left in the equation. It was me, my guide and my Lord.
Then ability was granted. The nafs could not grant ability. It only stoked its egoism when it took on missions. Ability was only granted by Allah Al Mutawaffiq, The Granter of taufeeq. Sometimes it arrived with simply a tear that held in it helplessness. In the utterance of a prayer in the words of the Chosen!
Every time my nafs tried to do something good, it lasted but for a short time. Then I regressed. My qalb changed and then changed back again. What promised steadfastness, stability was up to The Divine. Hence the prayer of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon his heart):
يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِي عَلَى دِينِكَ
O Changer of Hearts forever changing!
Make my qalb steadfast upon your religion.
When I pondered upon Ghaus Pak (ra) being the seed in my heart I felt overwhelmed. Who would have thought my heart would one day become hallowed ground!
The blessed of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon that name) only appears in the Quran four times. When I came across an instance in writing this piece where it did, I was excited to study the context of its appearance.
وَٱلَّذِینَ ءَامَنُوا۟ وَعَمِلُوا۟ ٱلصَّـٰلِحَـٰتِ وَءَامَنُوا۟ بِمَا نُزِّلَ عَلَىٰ مُحَمَّدࣲ وَهُوَ ٱلۡحَقُّ مِن رَّبِّهِمۡ كَفَّرَ عَنۡهُمۡ سَیِّءَاتِهِمۡ وَأَصۡلَحَ بَالَهُمۡ
And those who believe and do righteous deeds, and believe in what is revealed to Muhammad (salutations and greetings upon him and his deeds),
and it (is) the truth from their Lord,
He will remove from them their misdeeds, and relieve their concerns.
Surah Muhammad, Verse 2
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Walladina aamano: And those who attained to imaan, faith in Allah and in His Rasool (salutations and greetings upon him and his honoured family by their Lord)…
Wa: and along with that…
Aamilo salihaat: do righteous deeds persistently, that create closeness for them with Allah…
Wa aamilu ala bima nuzzila ala Muhammad: and believe in what was revealed upon Muhammad (salutations and greetings upon his blessed name) i.e. in the totality of what has been revealed to him…
Wa: and they attest to all that is descent upon him…
Huwa al haqq: it is the truth, truthful according to the happenings, (the truth that is) descending…
Mir Rabbihim: from their Lord, without doubt and confusion…
Kaffara: He erases and removes…
Anhum: from them, Subhanahu…
Sayyiatihim: their bad deeds i.e. their consequences and their punishment from them…
Wa aslaha: and He reforms what was attached to them (those sinful deeds), and He changes the consequences that follow…
Baalahum: in their states of being i.e. He makes their states the best in religion and in the world according to the measure of this world and the Hereafter and He compensates them with the best of rewards.
Wa aslaha: He, Subhanahu, reforms…
The definition of aslaha, to reform, was different when it was Subhanahu doing the reforming for His Servant. It was the reward of deeds that were mindful of disobedience, thus allowing closeness. It was the reward of believing in His Seal of Prophet-hood (salutations and greetings upon his noor). Sins would be erased, their consequences would be removed, they would change so that states changed. To become the best!
Subhan Allah!
One page that would keep opening for me at the shrines was from the end of Surah Al Mo’minoon. It was always the last page. I kept translating different verses from it until I reached the last verse. It was a supplication that Subhanahu was teaching His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon the mercy of the Universe and his blessed family by His Lord Ar Raheem).
It became my dua!
وَقُل رَّبِّ ٱغۡفِرۡ وَٱرۡحَمۡ وَأَنتَ خَیۡرُ ٱلرَّٰحِمِینَ
And say, "My Lord! Forgive and have mercy,
and You are the Best of those who show mercy."
Surah Al Mo’minoon, Verse 118
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Wa: And after that Subhanahu made it certain, the success for the Mo’mineen, the believers, Al Muwwahideen, who are certain in the One-ness of Allah, in the beginning of this Surah and He deprived the Kafireen, the deniers of truth, Al Mushrikeen, the ones who associate others with Allah in the end (of the Surah)…
Qul: Say O Akmal Ar Rusul, O Messenger who completes the Messenger-hood (greetings and salutations upon him and his family by His Allah who loves him), educating everyone who considers you his leader and follows in your footsteps and warning them as well of this and reminding them…
Rabbi: O my Lord, who raised me by your Kunf, Protection and Jawar, Safe Guarding…
Ighfir: forgive me and hide for me my selfish, egoistic self from my inner eyes…
Warham: and have mercy upon me by the negation of the essence of my nature and dissolve it in Your Essence.
Wa anta: And You with Your Essence and Your Names and Your Attributes…
Khair ur Rahimeen: are the Best of the Merciful, who are also demands of Your Attributes and reflections of Your Names and everything is with You and from You and there is no one who is Merciful except You and there is no Lord for me other than You.
For the first time I noticed that ask did not have in it a time frame. It was a plea for now as well as the Day of Judgement. It was a plea for now!
Normally in my translations of the tafseer of the verses, Qari Sahib and I never got into how Ghaus Pak (ra) starts and ends the exegesis of each Surah. There would be the opening section addressing the ones especially chosen by Allah Subhanahu. At the end would then be a section addressing the ordinary.
For some reason, Qari Sahib sent me the closing section of Surah Al Mo’minoon and we translated it.
Khatim as Surah – Al Mo’minoon
“O Muhammadi (his servant)! Upon you, as Al Mutahaqqiq, the one steadfast upon the station of worship, is compulsory this prayer (above) which you were made to hear by Allah Al Haqq through the tongue of your Prophet (greetings and salutations upon him and his family O Beloved by your Lord who chose his words) and be forever in its utterance, especially in your seclusion and after your prayers, determined upon it, holding on to this firmly.
Hear this prayer with acceptance and willingness until it becomes rooted in your heart and be trained in it till your state speaks through it without help from your tongue.
And when you are certain and settled in this rank, you will have completed the station of worship.
So for you, after that the progression of your worship is perfected by taufeeq, ability, granted from Allah and love from Him (you will reach) towards the rank of dissolution in Allah and being everlasting in His Permanence.
And this will not be completed except by the disappearance of your nature and vanishing of your personality and your being (an ordinary) human, until it is dropped from you, your personality completely and your individuality is dissolved overall.
And at this point you will be successful by how much you will be fated in success and you will reach what you are ordained to reach and there is no purpose except Allah and no end except Him.
It was comforting that all I had to do is bring a verse in to my state. Be in synch with the ask in it with the sincerity of my heart. That was easy; I awaited forgiveness. I was desperate for my selfish ego to be hidden from me. I wanted my tabyat, the acquired nature to be dissolved, to entirely disappear.
I memorized the prayer and its utterance came forth from my tongue through my days and in my nights.
The other prayer that had impacted my life had come by way of Imam Zain ul Abedin (as). After I had heard that his prayers “are the saplings for nisbat, association, with Nabi Pak’s (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by Allah Al Wudood) duas, I asked Qari Sahib if he had the book mentioned in the lecture; It was called Saheefa e Sajjadia.
He did and he sent it to me. It was in pdf format. I could barely read anything, the print was so small. I decided to do what I always do. Go to a random page and see what came up for me.
Almost all the prayers were long spanning several lines on an entire page. On the one I landed, the title was “The prayer for his own self and his loved ones in his family and his friends.”
On the translated Urdu page was a paragraph break. The first line of that paragraph was the supplication I picked and it was this:
اللَّهُمَّ أَغْنِنَا عَنْ هِبَةِ الْوَهَابِيْنَ بِهِبَتِكَ،
وَاكْفِنَا وَحْشَةَ الْقَاطِعِين بِصِلَتِكَ،
حَتّى لا نَرْغَبَ إلَى أحَد مَعَ بَذْلِكَ،
وَلاَ نَسْتَوْحِشَ مِنْ أحَد مَعَ فَضْلِكَ
Allahuma aghnina an hibbat il wahhabiyaani bi-hibatika
wakfina wahshat-il qaatiyeena bi silatika hatta la narghaba ila ahdim ma’ bi-dalika
wa la nastauhisha min ahdim ma’ fadlika
My first focus was upon the words that took their root in the Exalted Names of Allah. One was in the 99, Al Ghani. I looked up the exact meaning to understand the plea. What was I asking for myself when I said, ‘Aghnina - Make us ghani…?’
Ghani: From the root gha-noon-yeh which has the following classical Arabic connotations: to be free from wants or needs, to be self-sufficient, independent, to be able to do without help from others, to be content, satisfied, flourishing.
The other Beautiful Name was Al Kafi also meaning The Sufficient One as in He is Sufficient for all His Servants’ needs.
O Lord!
Make us free of the need of being gifted by others with only being granted by You
and make us self-sufficient from being melancholy because of the cutting off of ties by
others with the attachment of Your Being,
until we do not ask anything from anyone else because of it (that Gifting and Attachment)
and we do not ever feel the misery of loneliness because of anyone as a resut of Your Bounty upon us.
Ameen summa Ameen summa Ameem
I felt elated!
The universality of the prayers of Subhanahu’s Chosen always touched my heart. The pronoun was always, without fail, “us.” The words would be spoken by one but it would be asked for all of Mankind. No one was left outside. Everybody was included in the circle of humanity.
There is no such thing as coincidence in Islam. Everything is in the Knowledge of Allah Al Aleem. Where we land is a function of our choices, courtesy of our free will. Those choices are ours. The outcome is just pre-known and recorded in the Lauh e Mahfooz, the Tablet of Fate. That is what the Arif is gifted access to. All he has to do is glance at it whenever he wishes for anyone.
Imam Zain ul Abedin’s (as) prayer was a God-send, there is no doubt about that. I started memorizing it in Arabic. My need was certainly captured in it perfectly. Other cutting off ties suddenly appeared like a blessing instead of a trial. The closing of doors was necessary, as Ghaus Pak (ra) had said, for the Greatest Door of Subhanahu to open.
A mushrik would never be allowed any nearness at all. A person with ugly manners would never come close to it. Those people who were mean to me were making me in turn be mean to them. I hated that the most about being around them. The sarcasm that would spill from my tongue, the barbs impolite, the impatience rude. It was a nightmare. That a month ago my nafs, knowing that would be its behaviour, still pined for!
The thing about truth is that whenever it appears it challenges the status quo, whatever it might be. That is the Sunnah of Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family and those who gained imaan, faith, by bowing in obedience to him. Love is the purest form of truth. That is why the rank of the beloved is the highest in the rungs of spirituality.
Al Fath Ar Rabbani:
“You are not of the ones who are without fear (as in the ones who don’t feel it) because without deed, the rote memorization of knowledge is all you possess. Therefore you cannot be an inheritor of the Prophets. Their inheritance only comes from knowledge and deed accompanied by sincerity.
Be in a state of awareness of your station and do not move towards that which is has not been apportioned for you.
Be in agreement with that has been destined for you by Allah Azzo Jal in your fate. If you do that, for sure, He will grant you ability and bestow kindness upon you and lift the burdens from your head and will treat you with an attitude of softness in this world and the Hereafter.”
A promise!
“When the imaan, the faith, of the Mo’min, the believer, becomes strong only then he is given the title of Sahib e Iqaan, the person of certainty. When that iqaan becomes strong, he is called the Arif, the one who knows Allah. When his knowledge becomes strong, he is named Muhibb, the lover. And when that love becomes steadfast, he is called the Mehboob, the beloved.”
Each time love appeared in my life, it forced me to change. Luckily I submitted to that change because I loved love. It’s swooning effect, its joy, its appearance. Even when later it almost always turned out to be an illusion. I was always overcome by it so I had no interest in preserving whatever version of myself I was then. I was in submission to it.
Yet I practiced my faith taking submission to my Lord who created me for granted. Even though it always formed the first layer of my identity.
I started reading about my faith fervently in my 30s but nothing changed in my behaviour till I went to Iraq. Till I went to Imam Ali (as), the Door of the City of Knowledge. That’s why I tell anyone and everyone I care for. If they want a relationship with Allah and His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his family eternally) that possesses in it an ever evolving truth, an appearance before Maula e Ali (as) is the first step. It is incumbent.
He is the one who opens the door for knowledge to meet deed.
Rajab is his month. As I pray my new-found prayers, I wish for my identity to be shed and my states to be altered in it.
Forever!
I couldn’t help but think that I was brought full circle to a beginning. A thought that began in Damascus on the roof of a hotel, staring at a mountain was meant to show me that my thoughts, almost of them were mere imkaan, possibilities.
Each one reflected the state of my heart which was like a cupboard stacked with idols of hopes and statues of expectations. All of which were coated in ill-will. Both were flip sides of the same coin of shirrk!
And only two broke idols. Then or now!
As recorded by Allama Haysmi (ra) in Majma’ az Zawaid:
Imam Ali (as) narrates: “I accompanied Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) until we reached the Ka’aba. Then Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) stood upon my shoulders.
I tried to stand up and Rasool Allah (salutations and greeting upon him and his family) felt the weakness in me so he said, “Sit.”
I sat and he came down and said again, “You stand upon my shoulders,” so I climbed his shoulders and stood up.
Then I felt that if I wanted to, I could hold onto the edges of the sky.
I reached upwards inside the Ka’aba and there was a statue there of copper and bronze. I started taking it apart from the left and the right and from the front and back, until I had successfully dismantled it.
Nabi Kareem (salutations and greeting upon him and his family most eminent in the blessings of Allah) said, “Throw it,” so I threw it. Then I broke it into pieces the way glass is broken into pieces. Then I descended and he and I left the Ka’aba without coming across anyone.”
Only two are our friends.
إِنَّمَا وَلِيُّكُمُ ٱللَّهُ وَرَسُولُهُۥ وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ ٱلَّذِينَ يُقِيمُونَ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَ وَيُؤْتُونَ ٱلزَّكَوٰةَ وَهُمْ رَكِعُونَ
Your only ally is Allah and His Messenger, and those who believe, and those who establish prayer and give zakat and they are those who bow down in prayer.
Surah Al Maida’, Verse 55
Except that the verse was sent down in praise of one person’s deed:
“Huzoor Ghaus Pak (ra) says the verse is revealed for Maula Ali (may Allah gives honour to his countenance), when a beggar asked him (for alms) while he was in ruku’, bowing in prayer, and he loosened his ring so that it dropped (for him to take).”
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Then when Allah, Exalted is He, forbade the Mo’mineen from friendships with the Kuffar, the infidels, and love towards them and Allah, in emphasis, decided to inform them as to who is deserving of friendship and love and the reality of the two, He said…
Inna walliyyukum Allah: Indeed, Allah is your Friend, The One who is in charge of your matters as related to all kinds of ordinary love…
Wa Rasooluhu: and so is His Messenger (peace be upon him), who is His Vice-regent second to Him, also in charge…
Walladina aamino: and those who brought faith in Allah with a special love (extraordinary) because of their following the Prophet (peace be upon him) and they…
Alladina yuqeemoona: are the one who are forever…
As salat: in prayer that brings one close to Allah’s Essence…
And yu’toona az zakata: and they give charity which cleanses their batin, inner being, from focus on anything other than Allah…
Wa: in the state of…
Hum rak’ioon: bowing in their prayer.
The Imam’s prayer brought one closer to Allah’s Essence. The emulation of his charity cleansed the batin from shirrk.
The perfect manifestation of spirituality, jurisprudence, akhlaq – morality, character, behaviour, all stemmed from them and theirs. Whether they were the family and lineage by blood or companions or through the spiritual silsilas, all linked together in a chain from Master to disciple and so on.
One person of utmost importance before Subhanahu is Syeda Bibi Zainab (as). She was what made Damascus Paradise, the title given to the city by her beloved grand-father (salutations and greetings upon the life of the Universe and his honoured family) years before her entrance into it.
She was the reason the city was enclosed in a dome of Divine Mercy that brought souls into their most exalted state, Mutma’inna, effortlessly. I knew she was the reason that I was shown how that state of contentedness could come to exist elsewhere and everywhere, even for the ordinary.
That is what I realized from all the verses where Allah Al Muqtadir declares that He only does what He wills and nothing impedes in that.
He purifies whom He wills from Shaitaan.
وَلَكِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يُزَكِّى مَن يَشَآءُ ۗ
…but Allah purifies whom He wills.
Surah An-Nur, Verse 21
Wa lakinn Allah: But Allah Ta’ala, the One who manages the affairs of His Servants…
Yuzzaki: inserts sincerity and purifies them from the traps of Satan and his evil promptings…
Mayyasha: whom so ever He wills, by virtue of His Wisdom and His Control by which He forms the human being…
He guides and misguides who he wills as a function of their obedience to His Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his softness by his Lord who keep him and his family in His Eyes at all times):
فَإِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يُضِلُّ مَن يَشَآءُ وَيَهْدِى مَن يَشَآءُۖ
فَلَا تَذْهَبْ نَفْسُكَ عَلَيْهِمْ حَسَرَتٍۚ
For verily, Allah lets him go astray who wills to go astray, just as he guides him that wills to be guided.
Hence, O Allah’s Habeeb (salutations of peace be upon you and your family eternally),
don’t let your sorrow over them destroy you.
Surah Fatir, Verse 8
Fa Innallaha: The One who possess all Honour (Al-Mutazziz), who has Supreme Authority and Majesty, who controls all He wants…
Yudillu: He makes (some) wayward from the Path of Tauheed, according to His Wrath and according to His Majesty…
Mayya sha’: those of His Creation who are disobedient, sinking them in waywardness and making them lost…
Wa yahdi maayya sha’: and He guides and gives guidance (to others), for indeed, this is what is asked for as help by them first of all. This (Decision) is a function only and only of Allah’s Will and His Choice. Nothing is allowed to interrupt that or become involved in it in any way whatsoever.
Fa la tadhab nafsuka: So don’t exhaust yourself, O Beloved (peace be upon him), and don’t be a cause of your own extreme anguish and torment…
Alaihim: over the ones who are astray, though you love for them guidance and wish it for them…
Hasaraat: feeling sad for them and sorry for them, pining over this wish of yours for them again and again feeling that sorrow for them, layering grief upon grief because of their waywardness and refusal to accept guidance.
The exercise of my don’ts. That was the only hope for my obedience.
In repeating the meaning of the verse again Ghaus Pak (ra) says for emphasis:
“For that person who thinks his sin is goodness and thinks the deed is good for his nafs and believes it to be correct, all the time being unaware that it is in fact falsehood. This is the reason he has turned from the Right Path, thus totally distancing himself from guidance.
And you, O Beloved Messenger (peace be upon him) who completes The Message, will you torture yourself over them in sorrow wondering all the whole; “Why don’t they accept guidance and why don’t they bring faith?” Indeed, Allah makes astray those He wishes to make astray and guides those He wishes to guide. So don’t feel badly for them.”
The verses went on and on. In reference to every aspect of life. It was Subhanahu’s Will to bestow His Rahma, Mercy, Fazal, Bounty, Rizq, livelihood, Noor, His Light, Taqwa, His Consciousness. Darajaat, ranks of closeness leading to Him, Nasr, His Help, Huda, His Guidance, Sama’, inner hearing, Baseera, seeing from the eyes of the heart, Izza, honour in both the worlds upon whoever He wants, whenever He wishes. It was a sustenance complete, mental, emotional, physical, material and spiritual and it was for a person as well as their family.
If heaven and hell are states, as Iqbal says, hell is possibilities. Heaven is surrender.
Thus I come to await Rajab this year like no other month and the 13th like no other day I have ever waited for before. It will begin with asking Allah Al Haailo, The Only One who comes between, to be the barzakh, the separation of mercy between my states of being a Mo’min and my states of being a Kafir. I was both the seas, salty and sweet.
It will end with the last verse of Surah Al Baqarah, the series of prayers gifted to The Beloved (salutations and greetings upon him and his family who are the source of Allah’s Forgiveness in the Universe).
َعَن ابْن عَبَّاس قَالَ: بَيْنَمَا جِبْرِيلُ قَاعِدٌ عِنْدَ النَّبِيِّ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ سَمِعَ نَقِيضًا مِنْ فَوْقِهِ فَرَفَعَ رَأْسَهُ فَقَالَ: «هَذَا بَابٌ مِنَ السَّمَاءِ فُتِحَ الْيَوْمَ لَمْ يُفْتَحْ قَطُّ إِلَّا الْيَوْمَ فَنَزَلَ مِنْهُ مَلَكٌ فَقَالَ هَذَا مَلَكٌ نَزَلَ إِلَى الْأَرْضِ لَمْ يَنْزِلْ قَطُّ إِلَّا الْيَوْمَ فَسَلَّمَ وَقَالَ أَبْشِرْ بِنُورَيْنِ أُوتِيتَهُمَا لَمْ يُؤْتَهُمَا نَبِيٌّ قَبْلَكَ فَاتِحَةُ الْكِتَابِ وَخَوَاتِيمُ سُورَةِ الْبَقَرَةِ لَنْ تَقْرَأَ بِحَرْفٍ مِنْهُمَا إِلَّا أَعْطيته» . رَوَاهُ مُسلم
Hazrat Ibn e Abbas (ratu) narrates:
Hazrat Gibrael (as) was sitting near the Prophet (salutations and greetings upon him and his family) when they heard a loud sound above them so they turned to look up and he said,
“This door has been opened for the first time in the skies and an angel has descended from it.”
Hazrat Gibrael (as) said, “This angel has not come to the Earth ever before.”
He, the angel, presented his salam and said, “Glad tidings come for you with two nur, Divine Lights, that have been sent only for you and not for any Prophet before you. Al Fatiha and the ending verses of Surah Al Baqarah.
Not will a word of them be uttered that will not be granted.
Rabbana…O my Lord who raises me with His Lutf, Affection and Fazl, Bounty…
رَبَّنَا لَا تُؤَاخِذۡنَاۤ إِن نَّسِینَاۤ أَوۡ أَخۡطَأۡنَاۚ
"Our Lord! (Do) not take us to task if we forget or we err.
Surah Al Baqarah, Verse 286
Tafseer e Jilani
Then when he pointed, Subhanahu, towards the secret behind obligations, He willed towards the performance of what was commanded to do, which is not possible except by His granting ability and a pulling from Him. For this purpose He has directed the dua, prayer and ista’anat, the asking of help and munajaat, the silent supplication in His Words:
Rabbana: O Our Lord, The One who raises us by His Lutf, Kindness, for the acceptance of Your Obligations (upon us) so we can reach towards the Atmosphere of Your Tauheed, One-ness and Your Glorification…
La tu-aakhid-na in naseena: do not take us to task for being forgetful about performing what You commanded us to do because of (the delusions of) our possibilities…
Au akhtaana: or our erring in it because of the lack of our understanding.
رَبَّنَا وَلَا تَحۡمِلۡ عَلَیۡنَاۤ إِصۡرࣰا كَمَا حَمَلۡتَهُۥ عَلَى ٱلَّذِینَ مِن قَبۡلِنَاۚ
رَبَّنَا وَلَا تُحَمِّلۡنَا مَا لَا طَاقَةَ لَنَا بِهِۦۖ
وَٱعۡفُ عَنَّا وَٱغۡفِرۡ لَنَا وَٱرۡحَمۡنَاۤۚ
أَنتَ مَوۡلَىٰنَا فَٱنصُرۡنَا عَلَى ٱلۡقَوۡمِ ٱلۡكَـٰفِرِینَ
And (do) not lay upon us a burden like that (which) You laid on those who (were) from before us.
Our Lord! [And] (do) not lay on us what we don’t have (the) strength (to bear).
And pardon us, and forgive us and have mercy on us.
You (are) our Protector, so help us against the people - [the] disbelievers.
Tafseer e Jilani
Rabbana wa la tahmil alayna isran: O Our Lord, do not lay upon us a burden of a veil thick and a curtain heavy which blinds the vision of Our quloob, the station within Our hearts that recognizes You, from the comprehension of Nur, the light of Your Tauheed, Your One-ness…
Kama hamalta-hu alladina min qabli-na Rabbana wa la tuhammil-na: the way you burdened the ones who came before us. Our Lord, do not burden us with the exhaustion of our ritualistic exercises and the hardships of obligations intensive due to the filth of imkaan, possibilities and ambiguities in relationships…
Ma la taqata lana bihi wa’fu: (exhaustion and hardship) that we don’t have the strength to bear and remove them, erase (them), by Your Favour…
An-na: for us (these burdens) from the demands of the characteristics of possibilities (in our nature)…
Waghfir lana: and forgive us i.e. conceal for us, O our Lord, our selfishness and ego-ism and the true nature of our personality from our own eyes….
Wa: and after that…
Irham-na: have mercy upon us with Your Mercy Expansive.
Anta Maulana: You are Our Lord and Master, The Controller of our blessings …
Fan sur na: so help us with your help and your succour so we can make well known Your Tauheed…
Ala qaum il Kafireen: against the nation of the deniers of truth and the ungrateful, As Saatireen, the ones covered by the haze of their false natures from the sun of the truth apparent on the horizon.
Ghaus Pak (ra) prays: Make us steadfast by Your Lutf, Affection and by Your Ultimate Truth and by Your Tauheed, One-ness, Ya Khair ul Nasireen, O Best of Helpers, Ya Hadi-il Muddaleen, O Guide of the Astray!
In another tradition by Imam Abd bin Hameed the incident of the descent of the blessed verses ends with the line: “When the angel Gibrael (as) read the last two verses of Surah Al Baqarah, Nabi Kareem (salutations and greetings upon him and his family by his Lord who taught them prayers that bring us relief) said, “Ameen.”
In the echo of that “Ameen,” the one uttered by the Beloved of Allah Subhanahu (salutations or greetings upon his prayers and those of his blessed family’s prayers for us which are always answered by their Lord), “Ameen summa Ameena summa Ameen…”
رَبِّ ٱجۡعَلۡنِی مُقِیمَ ٱلصَّلَوٰةِ وَمِن ذُرِّیَّتِیۚ
رَبَّنَا وَتَقَبَّلۡ دُعَاۤءِ
رَبَّنَا ٱغۡفِرۡ لِی وَلِوَٰلِدَیَّ وَلِلۡمُؤۡمِنِینَ یَوۡمَ یَقُومُ ٱلۡحِسَابُ
My Lord! Make me an establisher (of) the prayer, and from my offsprings.
Our Lord! and accept my prayer.
Our Lord! Forgive me and my parents and the believers (on) the Day of Reckoning.
Surah Ibrahim, Verse 40-41
Tafseer e Jilani
Rabbi ja’alni muqeem as salati: O my Lord! Make me steadfast in prayer in the manner of khudu’, intense compliance (of the heart) and khushu’, submission and tabattal, devotion and ikhlas, sincerity…
Wa: and make…
Min zurriyati: from my offspring as well ones who are steadfast in it like the etiquettes mentioned previously.
Rabbana: O Our Lord! Respond to my supplication…
Wa taqabbal dua: and accept (my) prayer in my favour and in favour of my children.
Rabbana aghfir-li: O Our Lord, Forgive me by your Favour, for if You do not, I don’t have control for my self over harm or benefit…
Wa liwalidayya wa lil Mo’mineena: and forgive my parents and the believers, all of them, and forgive in accordance with the demands of your Jood, Generosity, my errors and their errors…
Youma yaqoom ul hisaab: on the Day of Reckoning when the Register of deeds will be opened and accountability be asked for everything which happened in sin.
Ameen!
De repente os lábios das duas se encontraram, Himawari sentia o gosto de morango inundando sua boca e seu ser. Não podia estar acreditando, parecia mentira mas era real, Sakurako tomará a iniciativa e estava beijando-a de verdade!
Depois de um "longo tempo".
Sakurako: Feliz aniversário Himawari~!!! Após dizer essas palavras, recolocou o pirulito na boca e correu como se não houvesse amanhã, correu, correu muito
Himawari ficou parada sem entender o que aconteceu, o beijo, a fuga... tudo!
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Finalmente as coisas aconteceram, desculpem pela qualidade das fotos mas foi o que deu. Espero que tenham gostado, em breve continuação do "babado e confusão" huaiehauh
Ceilândia, Brasília, DF, Brasil 26/7/2016 Foto: Andre Borges/Agência Brasília.
Um chamamento público para seleção de duplas de repentistas e de trios de forró pé de serra foi publicado nesta quinta-feira (28) no Diário Oficial do Distrito Federal. Os artistas farão parte dos eventos Sexta do Repente e Sabadão do Forró, que serão celebrados de agosto a dezembro na Casa do Cantador, em Ceilândia.
Leia a matéria no site da Agência Brasília: bit.ly/2azAZdw
De repente, Frozen surge entre os dois, separando-os:
- Epa, epa! Cheguei! O q q está acontecendo aqui? Perdí alguma coisa?
Sukita: - Não está acontecendo nada, Frozen! Eu só estava mostrando meu joguinho pro Yue, pra ver se ele consegue passar de fase pra mim...
Forget about the "DO NOT". Just focus on the CROSS. Because God sent his son Jesus Christ to die on one, for YOU.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
-John 3:16
This is the true meaning of love people. God died for our SINS, so that we might have LIFE.
Okay, now focus on the "DO NOT". Sin, DO NOT be a slave to it.
REPENT.
& TURN FROM YOUR LIFE OF SIN!
TODAY~
Canon EOS REBEL T1i
Canon EF50mm f/1.8 II
I set out that day to meet my girl for lunch in the business district. As I walked from my loft in Greektown towards her building, I saw a man dressed as Jesus carrying a huge cross. I set up to take a picture when I noticed the classic car cruising towards Campus Martius...
Preface: I consider myself a pacifist. Those that know me would say the same.
I really do. Right up until the point that someone violates my wife's respect, and her fine bottom. What follows is a story that is sure to make this road trip memorable beyond the bare fact that it is a cross country drive full of scenic wonders.
On Sunday morning we woke up in a Battle Creek Michigan Econo Lodge and loaded up the car. I punched "coffee" into the gps and it came up with a coffee house .4 miles away from the motel. We made our way over and entered the nice lounge, leaving the cats and our possessions in the car. Inside the coffee house were several sets of families who had brought in their own mugs to enjoy a Sunday morning cup of joe. There was also a man in his 40's sitting on one of the couches. As we walked by him he gave a look. It was a look that Lisa and I would both recall later as troubling. We walked up to the counter to order our cups of coffee. The man proceeded to follow. He brushed by us and Lisa commented that she though the man grabbed her ass, but she couldnt be sure. I took mental note of this and waited for him to come out of the bathroom he walked in to. He reappeared no longer then 5 seconds after walking in and came back towards us. This time he blatantly reached down and grabbed her again. Right in front of me. Lisa pushed him back and then I did the same. I started getting in his face and yelling pretty loudly about the fact that he had just grabbed my wife's ass, not once, but twice. The entire coffee house was now on notice that things might turn bad. After a few shoves were exchanged the dude asked me to step outside. I obliged and we were going to head out when Lisa stopped me saying it was a waste of my time. We went back to the counter to pay for the cups. Meanwhile the guy sat back down on his couch. I did all I could to not run over to him and we calmly paid the bill, tipping the barista handsomely. She responded with a thank you and that the cops were on their way to deal with the man. I handed Lisa both coffee's and made her walk in front of me towards the exit. In truth though, I had no intention of exiting without getting into it with the guy. Again, I'm not one to scuffle but the guy violated Lisa's respect, my patience and my pride as a husband. I turned to him and spoke loud enough for the coffee house to hear "what are you 50... and grabbing little girls asses?" He got right back up off the couch and got in my face. Lisa jumped in between us trying to stop further escalation. This is where I lose it...
The guy picked Lisa up, tossed her to the side, and lunged for my head. Before I knew it Lisa threw our cups of steaming coffee at him... and I had his shirt and neck in my hands. I ran him into a table, a wall, a lamp and then straight to the floor, breaking several of those items in the process. I remember knocking his head a couple of times into the floor and the wall while Lisa futilely tried to pull me off of him. I think I even said the cliche fighting phrase "yea, you stay down!". One of the family men eventually pulled me off and we headed for the door before the guy could recover to cause more trouble. That and I wasn't too keen on being arrested for assault half a country away from home.
As we pulled away from the coffee house we saw the police driving, lights on, right by us. We spent the next 4 hours heading for the Michigan state border.
I feel bad about the families that had to witness this, and the coffee house owners stuff that I destroyed... but truth be told, I'd do the same thing over and over again given the chance.
The pervert had it coming.
Moral: Don't grab my girls bottom. ever. And, especially before I've had my morning coffee.
Cette singulière figure nue représente sainte Marie-Madeleine en ascète mystique. Selon la légende, la pécheresse repentie vivait retirée dans la grotte de la Sainte-Baume, vêtue de ses seuls cheveux. Elle était chaque jour enlevée au ciel par des anges pour entendre les choeurs célestes. La statue, passée dans le commerce d'art allemand au XIXe siècle, fut acquise par le musée du Louvre en 1902.
Une sculpture visible de tous côtés
La sainte était à l'origine soutenue par des anges sculptés. Maintenue dans une structure ovale métallique, la statue en tilleul était suspendue à la voûte d'une église, peut-être l'église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine du couvent des dominicains d'Augsbourg, reconstruite de 1513 à 1515. La sculpture était visible de tous côtés, puisque son dos est aussi soigneusement sculpté et polychromé que sa face. Par la suite, elle a été déposée et les anges ont été supprimés.
Entre Gothique et Renaissance
La Sainte Marie-Madeleine est attribuée à Gregor Erhart par comparaison avec La Vierge de miséricorde de Kaisheim réalisée par le sculpteur en 1502-1503 (Berlin, Staatliche Museen, détruite en 1945). Formé à Ulm, en Souabe, auprès de son père Michel Erhart (cité à Ulm de 1469 à 1522), Gregor s'installe en 1494 à Augsbourg où il devient un maître renommé. Le style ample et raffiné de La Sainte Marie-Madeleine, sa grâce paisible et sa physionomie douce s'inscrivent bien dans la tradition souabe gothique tardive. Mais l'attitude hanchée, qui évoque un contrapposto classique, les proportions harmonieuses et la plénitude du corps féminin dénudé révèlent aussi la connaissance des oeuvres de Dürer et une recherche de beauté formelle spécifique de la Renaissance. Le génie de Gregor Erhart est de transcrire de manière inédite en sculpture l'image traditionnelle de la sainte portée au ciel par les anges. Loin du canon gothique, menu et irréel, il dévoile des formes féminines épanouies, à peine dissimulées par la souple chevelure dorée qui coule sur le buste et se déploie dans le dos. Le modelé du corps, des légers creux des muscles tendus, des sillons à peine perceptibles sur les parties charnues, est d'une grande sensibilité. La beauté du visage, aux traits fermes et réguliers ciselés dans le tilleul avec une extrême subtilité, est soulignée par la polychromie originale, pâle et très raffinée conformément à la tradition gothique.
Sensuelle mais idéalisée
La présence charnelle de cette statue grandeur nature devait s'imposer fortement dans l'église. Mais l'image sensuelle et quasi profane qu'elle offre aujourd'hui, dépourvue de ses anges sculptés, doit être nuancée. La pose alanguie et l'expression recueillie veulent traduire l'extase mystique de la pénitente ; sa merveilleuse beauté et l'éclat de ses cheveux dorés, veulent évoquer le rayonnement de sa sainteté. La conception de ce nu féminin s'accorde ainsi au contenu spirituel de l'image religieuse, idéalisée selon la tradition médiévale. Gregor Erhart livre ici son chef-d'oeuvre, magistrale création de l'humanisme nordique du Moyen Age finissant, au seuil de la Renaissance.
Bibliographie
- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Sculptures allemandes de la fin du Moyen Age, dans les collections publiques françaises 1400-1530, catalogue d'exposition, musée du Louvre, Paris, 1991, cat. 56, pp.203-208.
- GUILLOT DE SUDUIRAUT S., Gregor Erhart, Sainte Marie-Madeleine, Collection Solo, Paris, 1997, n 6.
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Do you ever feel like the rebel of your own soul? As if any rule, any standard, or any boundary you set up for yourself is at the mercy of your own reckless actions? Have you had the feeling of being trapped in the circle of your decisions or that every bold step you take forward you secretly take two steps backward? I know those feelings. In fact, I've lived with those feelings. I have discovered that its not just an abstract thought - it is a reality. I am the rebel of my own soul. At first, the natural reaction is an overwhelming sense of tragedy. I feel tragically stranded in a sea of my own sinfulness, doomed to disappoint my God and break my standards for the end of time. I feel as if even God no longer understands or cares to hear my prayer. But then, so sweetly the Lord reminds me,
"My child, I understand. For I look into your heart and know your thoughts. If you were to fly away in the sky or drift away in the sea, I would still be there with you because I've told you that I will never leave you, nor forsake you. So cast all your cares on Me, because I care for you."
Then I remember that God can conquer the rebel of my soul, that I'm not hopleslessly stranded in the sea of my sinfulness and that He does care to hear my prayer. Broken before my saviour, I repent. I call sin what He calls sin and thank Him for His unconditional love and abundant forgiveness. I can then rid myself of the rebel of my soul and willingly allow the Lord to be the ruler of my soul.
[I Samuel 16:7 ~ Psalm 139 ~ Hebrews 13:5 ~ I Peter 5:7]
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ps, (I'm not punching the camera... I'm supposed to be pounding the ground kind of thing)
Recently I realized how much I take my life for granted. I have turned into a low-life just wasting my days away as if happiness will come to me anytime now. I slack off and sit around doing nothing when instead I should be fixing my own problems and doing things that will make my loved ones happy and appreciated. It's one thing to feel like you truly love someone, but actions speak louder then words and ultimately show someone that you care.
Soneto de Separação - Vinicius de Moraes & Antonio Carlos Jobim
De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto
De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama
De repente não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente
Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente
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* Marcio Jahú, talentoso componente da Focus Cia. de Dança
Local: Foyer do CCBB
Ceilândia, Brasília, DF, Brasil 26/7/2016 Foto: Andre Borges/Agência Brasília.
Um chamamento público para seleção de duplas de repentistas e de trios de forró pé de serra foi publicado nesta quinta-feira (28) no Diário Oficial do Distrito Federal. Os artistas farão parte dos eventos Sexta do Repente e Sabadão do Forró, que serão celebrados de agosto a dezembro na Casa do Cantador, em Ceilândia.
Leia a matéria no site da Agência Brasília: bit.ly/2azAZdw
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Belgique, Belgie, Belgica, Belgium, Verviers-Paleis, Verviers, province de Liège, Région wallonne, La fontaine Marabout a été installée en août 2010. Elle a été créée par l’artiste Marianne Doucet. Marabout et la Demoiselle Curieuse, «Le langage de la sculpture est un néant prétentieux s’il n’est pas composé de mots d’amour et de poésie.» Cette phrase d’Ossip Zadkine illustre, le travail de Marianne Doucet artiste alliant poésie et sincérité. Une exposition à découvrir.
La Fuente del Maribu,, La Fuente del Maribu y la Señorita Curiosa ,
This bastard people!
—decía entre dientes el coronel Hamilton, abriéndose paso entre la muchedumbre. — ¿Por qué dices eso, Jack? Llegados a la altura del Augusteo nos metíamos de repente, cada día, por la Via Santa Brígida, donde la multitud era menos espesa, y nos deteníamos un instante para tomar aliento. —
This bastard people
—repetía Jack, componiéndose el uniforme arrugado por los apretujones de la muchedumbre. —No digas eso, Jack,
don't say that.
—
Why not? This bastard, dirty people.
— ¡Oh, Jack! También yo soy un bastardo, también yo soy un puerco italiano. Pero me siento orgulloso de ser un cerdo italiano. No es culpa nuestra no haber nacido en América. Estoy seguro de que seríamos un
bastard dirty people
aunque hubiésemos nacido en América.
Don't you think so,
Jack? —
Don't worry,
Malaparte — me decía Jack —; no te lo tomes a mal.
Life is wonderful.
—Sí, la vida es una cosa magnífica, Jack, ya lo sé. Pero no digas eso,
don't say that.
—Perdóname —decía Jack, dándome golpecitos en la espalda—, no quería ofenderte. Es una manera de hablar. Me gusta el pueblo italiano.
I like this bastard, dirty wonderful people.
—Lo sé, Jack; sé que quieres a este pueblo infeliz, pobre y maravilloso. Ningún pueblo sobre la Tierra ha sufrido tanto como el pueblo napolitano. Sufre el hambre y la esclavitud desde hace veinte siglos, y no sequeja. No maldice a nadie, no odia a nadie; ni aun su miseria. Cristo era napolitano. —No digas tonterías —decía Jack. —No es una tontería. Cristo era napolitano. —¿Qué tienes hoy, Malaparte? —decía Jack, mirándome con sus bondadosos ojos. —Nada. ¿Qué quieres que tenga? —Estás de un humor negro —decía Jack. —¿Por qué quieres que esté de mal humor? —
know you,
Malaparte. Hoy estás de un humor negro. —Estoy disgustado por lo de Cassino, Jack. —¡Al diablo Montecassino;
The hell with Cassino!
—Estoy disgustado, verdaderamente disgustado por lo que le pasa a Montecassino. —
The hell with you
— decía Jack. —Es verdaderamente un pecado lo que estáis haciendo en Cassino. —
Shut up,
Malaparte. —Perdón, no quería ofenderte, Jack. Me gustan los americanos.
I like the pure, the clean, the wonderful American people.
—Lo sé, Malaparte. Sé que quieres a los americanos.
But, take it easy, Malaparte. Life is wonderful.
—¡Al diablo Montecassino, Jack! —
Oh, yes!
¡Al diablo Nápoles, Malaparte,
the hell with Naples!
Un extraño olor flotaba en el aire. No era el olor que, hacia el crepúsculo, baja por las callejuelas de Toledo, Piazza delle Carrette, de Santa Teresella degli Spagnoli, No era el olor de las freidurías, de las hospederías, de los urinarios, anidados en los fétidos y oscuros callejones del barrio, que desde la Via Toledo trepan hacia San Martino. No era ese hedor amarillo, opaco, viscoso, hecho de mil efluvios, de mil turbias exhalaciones, de
mille délicates puanteurs,
como decía Jack, que las flores marchitas, amontonadas a los pies de la Virgen en los tabernáculos de las esquinas de los callejones trascendían a ciertas horas del día por toda la ciudad. No era el olor del
sirocco,
que sabe a queso de oveja y pescado podrido. No era ni siquiera olor de carne cocida que, hacia el caer de la tarde, se difunde por Nápoles saliendo de los burdeles, ese olor en el cual Jean Paul Sartre, caminando un día por Via Toledo,
sombre comme una aisselle, pleine d'une ombre chandevaguement obscene,
husmeaba
la parenté inmonde de l'amour et de la nourriture.
No, no era ese olor de carne cocida, que se esparcía por Nápoles durante el crepúsculo, cuando la
chair des femmes à l’air bouillie sous lacrasse.
Era un olor de una pureza y de ingravidez extraordinarias; un olor ligero, leve, transparente, un olor de mar polvoriento, de noche salada, el olor de una antigua floresta de árboles de papel.Una turbamulta de mujeres despeinadas y rostros compuestos, seguidas de multitudes de soldados negros de manos pálidas, subían y bajaban por Via Toledo, hendiendo el gentío con agudos gritos de «¡Eh, Joe! ¡Eh,Joe!» A la entrada de los callejones había una larga hilera de mujeres, cada una de pie detrás del respaldo de una silla; eran las peinadoras públicas, las
capere.
Sobre las sillas, con la cabeza apoyada sobre el respaldo y los ojos cerrados, o reclinada sobre el pecho, estaban sentados atletas negros de cabeza pequeña y zapatos amarillos y relucientes como los pies de las estatuas doradas de los ángeles de la iglesia de Santa Chiara. Las
capere,
aullando, llamandose unas a otras con extraños gritos guturales, o cantando o peleando hasta enloquecerse con las comadres asomadas a las ventanas y balcones como al palco de un teatro, hundían sus peines en el lanudo cabello de los negros, tirando del pelo con ambas manos, escupiendo entre los dientes del peine para hacerlo más escurridizo, vertiéndose ríos de brillantina en la palma de la mano, restregando y alisando como masajistas las selváticas cabelleras de los pacientes.Bandadas de chiquillos andrajosos, arrodillados delante de sus cajas de madera incrustadas de trozos de madreperla y de conchas marinas, de fragmentos de espejo, golpeaban con el dorso de sus cepillos la superficie de la caja gritando: «¡Limpio, limpio!
shoe shine! shoe shine!
»
,
mientras con sus manos ávidas agarraban al vuelo por el borde de los pantalones a los soldados negros que pasaban contoneándose. Grupos de soldados marroquíes estaban agazapados a lo largo de los muros, envueltos en sus oscuras capas, el rostro picado por la viruela, los ojos amarillos reluciendo en el fondo de sus órbitas rodeadas de arrugas, aspirando con las narices encendidas el olor graso y vagabundo en el aire polvoriento.Mujeres lívidas, deshechas, con los labios pintados, los rostros desencajados y cubiertos de afeites,horribles y lamentables, estaban paradas en las esquinas de los callejones ofreciendo a los pasantes su miserable mercancía; chiquillas y muchachos de ocho, de diez años, que los soldados marroquíes, hindúes,argelinos, malgaches, palpaban levantándoles las faldas o metiendo las manos por entre los botones de los calzones. Las mujeres gritaban:
«Two dollars the boys, three dollars the girls!
» —¿Te gustaría, di la verdad, una chiquilla de tres dólares? — le pregunté a Jack.
—Shut up,
Malaparte. —No es cara una chiquilla por tres dólares; cuesta mucho más un kilo de carne de cordero. Estoy seguro deque en Londres o en Nueva York una chiquilla cuesta más que aquí, ¿no es verdad, Jack?
—Tu me dégoutes
— decía Jack. —Tres dólares son apenas trescientas liras. ¿Cuánto puede pesar una chiquilla de ocho o diez años?¿Veinte kilos? Piensa que un kilo de cordero, en el mercado negro, cuesta quinientas liras; es decir, cinco dólares y cincuenta centavos. —
Shut up
—gritaba Jack. Desde hacía algunos días los precios de las chiquillas y los muchachos estaban en baja y continuaban bajando. Mientras el precio del azúcar, del aceite, de la harina, de la carne y del pan subían y continuaban
aumentando, el precio de la carne humana bajaba de día en día. Una muchacha de veinte o veinticinco años que una semana antes costaba hasta diez dólares, ahora apenas valía cuatro, huesos comprendidos. La razón de tal baja de la carne humana en el mercado de Nápoles era quizá debida a que acudían a la ciudad las mujeres de toda la Italia meridional. Durante las últimas semanas, los mayoristas habían lanzado al mercado una fuerte partida de mujeres sicilianas. No todo era carne fresca, pero los especuladores sabían que los soldados negros tienen gustos refinados y prefieren la carne no demasiado fresca. Sin embargo, la carne siciliana no tenía mucha demanda y por fin los negros acabaron rechazándola; a los negros no les gustaban las mujeres blancas demasiado negras. De la Calabria, de las Apulias, de la Basilicata, del Molise llegan todos los días a Nápoles en carretas tiradas por pobres borriquillos, en autocares aliados, y la mayor parte a pie, chiquillas fuertes y robustas, casi todas ellas campesinas, atraídas por el espejuelo del oro. Y así el precio de la carne humana en el mercado napolitano iba descendiendo precipitadamente, y se temía que esto pudiese traer consecuencias graves para toda la economía de la ciudad. No se había visto jamás una cosa semejante en Nápoles. Era una vergüenza de la cual la mayor parte del buen pueblo napolitano se sonrojaba. Pero, ¿por qué las autoridades aliadas, que eran los dueños de Nápoles, no se sonrojaban? Como compensación, la carne de negro subía de precio y este hecho contribuía, por fortuna, a restablecer un cierto equilibrio en el mercado. —¿Cuánto cuesta hoy la carne de negro? — le preguntaba a Jack. —Shut up
—me contestaba. —¿Es verdad que la carne de un americano negro cuesta más que la de un americano blanco? —
Tu m'agaces
— me respondía Jack. No tenía ciertamente intención de ofenderlo, ni de burlarme de él, ni aún de faltar al respeto al ejército americano,
the most lovely, the most kind, the most respetable Army of the world.
¿Qué me importaba a mí que la carne de un americano negro costase, o no, más que la de un americano blanco? Yo quiero a los americanos cualquiera que sea el color de su piel y lo he demostrado cien veces durante la guerra. Blancos o negros, tienen el alma clara, mucho más clara que la nuestra. Quiero a los americanos porque son buenos cristianos,sinceramente cristianos. Porque creen que Cristo está siempre de parte de los que tienen razón. Porque creen que es una culpa no tener razón, que es inmoral no tenerla. Porque creen que sólo ellos son honrados y que todos los pueblos de Europa son, más o menos, deshonestos. Porque creen que un pueblo vencido es un pueblo culpable, que la derrota es una condena moral, un acto de justicia divina. Quiero a los americanos por estas razones y por muchas otras que no digo. Su sentido de humanidad, su generosidad, la honradez y pura simplicidad de sus ideas, durante aquel terrible otoño de 1943, tan lleno de humillaciones y de luchas para mi pueblo, me hicieron concebir la ilusión de que los hombres odian el mal, me hicieron creer en la esperanza de una Humanidad mejor y en la certeza de que tan sólo la bondad (la bondad y la inocencia de aquellos magníficos muchachos del otro lado del Atlántico, desembarcados en Europa para castigar a los malvados y premiar a los buenos) hubiera podido rescatar de sus pecados a los pueblos y a los individuos.
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Marianne Doucet, vous voici récompensée avec une seconde fontaine à Verviers. Quel effet cela vous fait-il ?
Je suis super heureuse et ceci dit sans prétention, aussi très fière de l’honneur que me fait la Ville de Verviers dont je suis originaire. Ville que je porte dans mon cœur avec beaucoup de tendresse.
J’espère la servir au mieux et lui apporter une part de poésie, de rêve et de beauté.
Verviers a été délaissée et lui rendre quelque prestige est primordial.
Cette place donnée à l’art est nécessaire pour sauvegarder une vision d’espérance sur un monde très bousculé par la crise. Un monde qui a des valeurs à réapprendre comme - la beauté, par exemple.
Beauté du geste, beauté du mot, beauté de la générosité, beauté de la vérité, beauté du regard, beauté de l’effort…et il y a du travail à accomplir pour retrouver toutes ces valeurs.
Monsieur Desama et les édiles communaux verviétois l’ont bien compris, eux qui font le pari de remettre l’art au centre de la Ville pour lui donner âme et souffle.
En quoi a consisté votre travail de création ?
Mon travail de création s’est développé après diverses lectures concernant les entreprises Marabout.
Je tenais à ce que le logo « Marabout » soit visible au premier coup d’œil. Il n’était pas question pour moi, de réaliser un oiseau plus ou moins ressemblant, ou juste une référence lointaine.
J’ai pensé un instant, réaliser un oiseau beaucoup plus aérien, ce qui correspondait plus à mon imaginaire artistique, puis me suis ravisée, réalisant que je devais respecter le souvenir de la Maison d’Edition Marabout et rester la plus proche possible de sa réalité.
(Ce qui différait du travail de « La Grâce » pour lequel, je n’avais aucun thème à respecter.)
Cette fontaine devait être un hommage rendu à une entreprise qui a été très prospère et qui a exporté Verviers et son image loin, très loin.
Je me devais de la servir « elle » et non moi.
L’imaginaire devait venir, cette fois, de la mise en relation d’un pan de l’histoire des éditions Marabout à faire redécouvrir aux visiteurs.
Fontaine Marabout, quel a été votre lien artistique avec les célèbres éditions du même nom rue de Limbourg ?
Mon lien artistique est assez évident, car comme vous le savez peut-être, l’écriture est un art par lequel j’ai la chance de m’exprimer, tout autant que la sculpture.
On me demande souvent si je préfère écrire ou sculpter et je ne sais que répondre, ces deux arts s’entremêlent dans ma vie et se complètent à des moments différents.
Je sculpte les mots et inscris les sculptures de mon âme.
Allier sculpture et écriture par la réalisation d’une œuvre est extraordinaire et en même temps, le lien me semblait évident.
J’ai d’ailleurs fait un petit clin d’œil aux visiteurs et gravé le titre de mon premier livre sur le livre en bronze que lit la « Demoiselle Curieuse » !
Parlez-nous de votre travail de réalisation.
Mon travail de réalisation est un travail très technique, qui demande volonté, ténacité, courage, exigence et en même temps, un peu paradoxalement : souplesse et ouverture. Tout un programme, donc !
Quand vous réalisez une œuvre d’art de cette envergure, il est nécessaire de passer par de nombreuses étapes. Je comparerais ce travail à celui d’un athlète qui courrait le 110 M haie.
Il doit sauter une haie à la fois tout en pensant toujours à arriver sur la ligne d’arrivée avec le meilleur résultat possible.
1° haie : l’idée.
2° haie : la conception.
3°haie : la réalisation
4°haie : le travail spécifique au matériau choisi : cire perdue, moulages, coulage, soudure, patine…et j’en passe pour ne pas être fastidieuse.
5°haie : le cahier des charges à respecter scrupuleusement.
6°haie : le volet pécuniaire à assumer.
7° haie : entendre et contourner les contingences techniques…ce qui n’est pas toujours évident, les contraintes techniques ne rencontrant pas toujours les exigences artistiques.
8° haie : en essayant de ne pas s’être perdue en route, placement et ligne d’arrivée (en espérant que le travail terminé soit respectueux de l’idée d’origine).
Heureusement, pour moi, le travail abouti est tout à fait conforme à mes images conceptuelles et mieux encore, je trouve la fontaine plus belle que celle qui me trottait en tête…
C’est toujours une surprise, pour moi, de découvrir le travail terminé car il existe dans mes oeuvres, une part d’inconscient que j’essaie de sauvegarder et de privilégier pour rester moi-même.
Puisque je travaille entièrement seule, je peux prendre chaque décision dans le sens du guidage ou celui du laisser-faire et je prends option pour l’un ou l’autre selon mon objectif.
Je planifie tout ce que je peux planifier mais laisse aussi l’imagination et les surprises me happer.
Il existe une certaine prise de risque dans ma façon de fonctionner.
Tout ceci peut paraître paradoxal mais fait partie du processus de création d’une œuvre d’art, il me semble.
Sinon, ce serait de la mécanique…
L'oeuvre terminée, présentez-là nous.
Il s’agit ici, d’une mise en correspondance du Marabout qui distribue le savoir, avec une Demoiselle Curieuse d’apprendre- par l’intermédiaire du livre.
La fontaine est le puits du savoir et sa lumière, la lumière de la connaissance.
Pour la petite histoire, sachez que la jeune femme est africaine, ceci pour répondre au besoin d’alphabétisation des hommes et plus particulièrement encore des femmes, partout dans le monde.
Dans tout mon travail artistique que ce soit en sculpture ou en écriture, j’essaie de donner une place importante à la femme.
La polémique autour du choix de votre nom pour le choix de cette fontaine, vous a-t-elle touchée ?
Vous savez, quand vous êtes choisie pour une telle réalisation, vous vous attendez à ce que cela provoque des réactions.
Vous suscitez l’admiration, la reconnaissance, l’étonnement mais aussi l’envie, la jalousie et la médisance… La nature humaine est ainsi faite et il faut l’accepter.
Tout ce que je peux dire par rapport à cet épisode, c’est que j’essaie d’avoir l’élégance de Lao Tseu qui disait plus ou moins ceci :
« Si quelqu’un t’a fait mal, il ne sert à rien de te venger, sois patiente, assieds-toi au bord de la rivière et médite. Un jour, tu verras flotter le cadavre de sa méchanceté. »
Alors, je me suis assise au bord de la rivière…
Qu'est-ce qui importe dans votre vie aujourd'hui ?
Tout d’abord, et je dirais presque uniquement, le bonheur de ma famille.
Les gens qui m’aiment savent pourquoi je fais tout cela, ils m’encouragent et me soutiennent.
J’espère que ma fille et mon petit-fils seront fiers de mon travail et que je leur ouvre la voie du courage et de l’envie d’aller jusqu’au bout de leurs rêves.
Chaque réalisation fut pour moi, une victoire : une victoire sur la vie, sur la mort, sur la maladie, sur la médisance…
Les difficultés m’ont assagie, elles me permettent d’aller toujours plus loin dans l’écriture et dans la facilité à faire les choix judicieux concernant mes priorités.
Je ressors grandie de ces magnifiques moments que furent la réalisation de la Grâce, la concrétisation et le bel accueil de mon livre « Comme de la pointe d’une plume »,, l’aboutissement de la Fontaine Marabout et de sa Demoiselle Curieuse.
Votre sentiment à l'aube de cette inauguration ce 18 août ?
J’ai le sentiment du travail terminé, du travail bien fait.
Je suis en paix avec moi-même et ai l’impression d’avoir accompli une partie de mon destin.
J’ai sauté toutes les haies et ai gagné la course avec moi-même…
Je me suis assise au bord de la rivière et ai repris mon souffle…
Et, le 18 août 2010, à 16 heures, je sauterai de joie dans ma fontaine aux mots d’amour !
Merci Marianne Doucet
sculpteur, écrivain, poète, comédienne,..
Merci à vous pour tout ce que vous faites !
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De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.
De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.
De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente.
Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente.
Soneto de separação
Vinicius de Moraes
De repente veio a inspiração de um quarto decorado com muitos corações e flores,mas sem as cores convencionais,até pq não iria combinar com as paredes.Está aí o resultado!!!!Tudo feito com papel Paraná,tecido (só para forrar a placa de fundo),papel e outros materiais para scrap.Ficou parecendo de mdf!!!!A placa de fundo mede 85x15cm.
Ceilândia, Brasília, DF, Brasil 26/7/2016 Foto: Andre Borges/Agência Brasília.
Um chamamento público para seleção de duplas de repentistas e de trios de forró pé de serra foi publicado nesta quinta-feira (28) no Diário Oficial do Distrito Federal. Os artistas farão parte dos eventos Sexta do Repente e Sabadão do Forró, que serão celebrados de agosto a dezembro na Casa do Cantador, em Ceilândia.
Leia a matéria no site da Agência Brasília: bit.ly/2azAZdw
De repente acordei com saudade, daqui.
E percebi que todo dia é uma nova possibilidade de se fazer e trazer a mudança em nós, de se encontrar, ressignificando a nossa vida.
O novo nos espera todo dia e, todo-santo-dia, apesar dos empecilhos, impasses, tristezas, temos também uma bagagem boa de alegrias, de atitudes, positividade, afetividade, sentimentos e do "depende de nós". É a vida! Há de se ter foco, novos olhares e novas energias sobre ela. Valorize o que você tem e seja gentil! ♡
Por aqui muito trabalho e pouco tempo para tirar fotos! Mas vai ter um trabalho fofo que vou dividindo com vocês ao longo dos dias. Abre alas, que lá vem uma princesa bem fofa!
A todos que acompanham o Blog e que encontram aqui um ponto de aventuras artesanais, amizades, trocas, dicas, deixo o meu forte abraço.
Uma semana cheia de alegrias! E vamos craftar!
“Quando você aprende a valorizar os momentos, sejam eles pequenos ou gigantescos,
entende a brevidade da vida e o seu valor.
Cada segundo conta.”
(Gustavo Lacombe)
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“Now, brothers, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did your leaders. But this is how God fulfilled what HE had foretold through all the prophets, saying that HIS Christ would suffer. REPENT, then, and TURN TO GOD, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that HE may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus. HE must remain in heaven until the time comes for God to restore everything, as HE promised long ago through HIS holy prophets. For Moses said, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you must listen to everything HE tells you. Anyone who does not listen to HIM will be completely cut off from among HIS people.' " ~ Acts 3:17-23
PRAYER
"Lord Jesus, change my heart and fill me with Your wisdom that I my love Your ways. Give me grace and courage to resist temptation and stubborn willfulness that I may truly desire to do what is pleasing to You."
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De repente, con fuerte ruido de cencerros, gritos y ceniza aparecen entre el humo el Cencerrón y la Filandorra. Provocan el caos y se dirigen directamente a atacar al Ciego, pretendiendo cogerle las piernas con las tenazas y arrastrarle.
De repente, nos podemos encontrar el típico acomodo de una cabeza con sus orejotas que nos recuerdan al conocido personaje.
Lobby Port Orleans Resort - Riverside
Ceilândia, Brasília, DF, Brasil 26/7/2016 Foto: Andre Borges/Agência Brasília.
Um chamamento público para seleção de duplas de repentistas e de trios de forró pé de serra foi publicado nesta quinta-feira (28) no Diário Oficial do Distrito Federal. Os artistas farão parte dos eventos Sexta do Repente e Sabadão do Forró, que serão celebrados de agosto a dezembro na Casa do Cantador, em Ceilândia.
Leia a matéria no site da Agência Brasília: bit.ly/2azAZdw
Be wise and repent. The time is fulfilled. The end is at hand.
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de repente miro el celular, y leo lo que estaba escribiendo, me reia solo...
6am...
creamfields...
le saque una foto y me retir'e del juego.
el warm up a Cristal Castles fue un bardo
jaajaj
pronto fotos.
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Es curioso cómo cambian los colores del bosque según la zona por la que pasas. De verdes y amarillos pasamos de repente a anaranjados y rojizos, y luego volveremos a los verdes y amarillos.
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Etxarri-Aranatz, Nafarroa.
Era um jovem gato tigrado, amarelo, cem por cento vira-lata. Estava sendo embebedado de cerveja por uma turma de boçais que, ainda por cima, o chutavam de cá para lá, achando tudo muito divertido. De repente, um bípede pequeno, normalmente meigo e de aparência inofensiva, entrou como uma fúria bar adentro. Deu meia dúzia de berros com os marmanjos, pôs em questão sua virilidade e a profissão das senhoras suas mães, catou o gato e foi embora, com o mesmo ímpeto com que entrara. Quando chegou em casa, a um quarteirão do Moska, pé-sujo onde se deu a confusão, a Bia ainda estava enfurecida. Esperei que se acalmasse.
Já tínhamos quatro gatos que, a essa altura, demonstravam claramente a sua opinião a respeito do recém-chegado. O que faríamos com ele? Bia sugeriu que lhe déssemos guarida até arranjarmos quem o quisesse. Encontrar lar para o gatinho não seria difícil. Passada uma semana, porém, descobrimos que difícil, mesmo, seria nos desfazermos dele: os dias voavam, e nenhuma de nós movia uma palha para arrumar o tal lar. Eu estava cheia de trabalho, a Bia estava cheia de provas. Num fim-de-semana deu praia. No outro não deu. Enquanto isso, ele ia se enturmando com os gatos da casa. Pelo sim pelo não, levei-o ao veterinário.
-- Como se chama?
Como o bichinho era teoricamente temporário, respondi a primeira coisa que me passou pela cabeça:
-- Mosca.
Na ficha, acrescentei a extensão .TMP, de “temporário”: a Famiglia Gatto sempre teve nomes com extensões, como arquivos de computador. Cátia e Tati, as mais velhas, eram .CAT; Keaton e Cotton, seus respectivos filhotes, eram .BAK, de backup. Mas como nada é mais permanente do que o temporário, o Mosca foi ficando, ficando... até nos esquecermos que estava só de passagem.
(Nota tecnológica: o DOS, sistema operacional que exigia dos usuários o conhecimento das extensões de arquivo e seu significado, foi engolido pelo Windows, em que ninguém precisa saber mais nada. As extensões dos nomes da Famiglia tornaram-se irrelevantes, um private joke de usuários das antigas, e foram ficando pelo caminho.)
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Ao longo dos anos, como costuma acontecer com os gatos, o Mosca ganhou alguns apelidos. Foi Leão da Savana porque até hoje estou convencida de que, quando sonhava, se via no alto dos seus domínios, o rei do pedaço; além disso, vivia à espreita, sempre à espera de algum gato, perna ou brinquedo para o bote. E foi, sobretudo, o Canalha Amarelo, porque, como todo malandro de botequim, era, de fato, um perfeito canalha.
Era a paixão das cozinheiras, que cortejava com a maior desfaçatez. Quando estávamos comendo, sentava-se à mesa, olhando para um ponto qualquer no horizonte, como se nada do que estivesse sendo servido o interessasse ou lhe dissesse respeito. Mas bastava que a Bia ou eu nos distraíssemos que, zás! lá vinha a pata cheia de unha, rápida como o raio, roubando um bife ou um pedaço de frango. O dono da pata voava com a presa para o quarto, onde se enfiava debaixo da cama, no único ponto da casa em que braço algum conseguia alcançá-lo -– e lá se fartava com a caça. É claro que não nos distraíamos sempre, para que ele não perdesse a emoção da aventura; e é claro, também, que sempre corríamos atrás, aos gritos, como se estivéssemos muito zangadas.
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Mosca teve duas grandes paixões: Mamãe e a Tutu, uma gatinha ainda mais vira-lata do que ele, que a Bia trouxe da rua um ou dois anos depois. Foi amor à primeira vista. Os dois viviam juntos, dormiam abraçados, trocavam manifestações constantes de carinho. Era comovente vê-los juntos.
O caso com Mamãe foi mais complicado. Começou quando ela passou uma temporada aqui em casa, e o Mosca decidiu adotá-la. Seguia-a por toda parte, dormia no seu quarto e fazia cenas de ciúme quando outro gato tentava filar carinho. Um dia, Mamãe voltou para o sítio. O Canalha Amarelo ficou visivelmente abalado. Expliquei que Mamãe mora em Friburgo, que só esteve aqui de passagem, que não era nada pessoal, mas não adiantou. Quando ela reapareceu, meses depois, fez questão de ignorá-la. Não houve agrado ou suborno escancarado da Mamãe que o fizesse mudar de idéia. Com o tempo, felizmente, a atitude intransigente passou; o Mosca não era de guardar rancor. Mas, pelo sim pelo não, nunca mais se dedicou a bípede algum como se dedicou a Mamãe, naqueles meses cariocas.
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Em março passado, caiu doente. O diagnóstico, peritonite infecciosa felina, era uma sentença de morte. A doença é altamente contagiosa entre gatos, mas como os da Famiglia vivem juntos há tantos anos, achei que isolá-lo dos demais seria não só inútil, como cruel: tirar a sua qualidade de vida, justo no fim, era coisa que eu não faria.
Graças ao dr. Allecx Ferrari, ainda ganhou dois meses bem razoáveis. Estava fraquinho, mas curtia o sol que entrava pela janela, comia com apetite, tinha energia suficiente para pular para os seus cantos prediletos e, sobretudo, passou muitas e muitas horas abraçado com a Tutu.
Na sexta passada, nem o barulho de latas sendo abertas na cozinha o estimulou a deixar seu cantinho. No sábado, o quadro se agravou além de qualquer esperança: já não conseguia sequer se manter de pé. O Canalha Amarelo despediu-se pouco depois da meia-noite, quietinho, no meu colo. Manteve até o fim o brilho no olhar que, 15 anos antes, me convenceu que, apesar da aparência singela, no peito daquele gatinho batia o coração de um Leão da Savana.
(O Globo, Segundo Caderno, 5.6.2008)
De repente deu vontade de um abraço...
Uma vontade de entrelaço, de proximidade...
De amizade... sei lá...
Talvez um aconchego que enfatize a vida e
Amenize as dores...
Que fale sobre os amores,
Que seja teimoso e ao mesmo tempo forte.
Deu vontade de poder rever saudade
De um abraço.
Um abraço que eternize o tempo
E preencha todo o espaço
Mas que faça lembrar do carinho,
Que surge devagarzinho
Da magia da união dos corpos, das auras... sei lá...
Lembrar do calor das mãos
Acariciando as costas
A dizer...
“estou aqui.”
Lembrar do trançar dos braços envolventes e seguros afirmando
“estou com você”...
Lembrar da transfusão de forças
Com a suavidade do momento... sei lá...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
Abraço... abraço... abraço...
O que importa é a magia deste abraço!
A fusão de energia que harmoniza,
Integra tudo, e que se traduz
No cosmo, no tempo e no espaço.
Só sei que agora deu vontade deste abraço!!
Que afaste toda e qualquer angústia.
Que desperte a lágrima da alegria,
E acalme o coração...
Que traduza a amizade, o amor e a emoção.
E para um abraço assim só pude pensar em você...
Nessa sua energia,
Nessa sua sensibilidade
Que sabe entender o porquê...
Dessa vontade desse abraço.
(Vinícius de Moraes)
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Saudades miga, volta logoooooooooooooooooooo.....para eu poder te dar um abraço de 20 minutos!!!
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Quando nos tocamos e nos abraçamos, levamos vida ao nossos sentidos e reafirmamos a confiança nos nossos próprios sentimentos.
Algumas vezes não encontramos as palavras adequadas para expressar o que sentimos o abraço é a melhor maneira.
Quando transferismo a nossa energia com um abraço, as nossas próprias forças aumentam.
Abraço beeeeeem apertado em todos os meus amigos flickranos =)