O Gott! he, the local, vocal, known humanist, exclaimed for a slight social faux pas in company – using an unpurified language sprung to perhaps return and purify him, or his offspring. Thank the Lord, those present responded for the deep embedded linguistic habits o’er bridging the seven or eight generations of a-theeizm,

but o he said I cannot record this until I have gained experience of the world and this meant diving into the sea of the state mafiosi, keep company with the I.T. misfits,  thieving whales and petty fishes.

He, may the peace and blessings on him, at his death, left only his weapons, his white mule and the waqfed real-estate for the son of the way.

The clever-heads from amongst those who cover up do not light brigade the deen but rather urge to an alteration of the fitra, the natural state of man: without the vigour of this, anyone, however submitted to the Haqq, will have great difficulty in finding the strength and balance required for worship of Him, ta‘ala.

The nervous pecking energy of spring in the exquisite splendour of the wagtail on the tarmac, just flown from the med perhaps,

raised him from the winter sleep to see the dead short-eared kid grasped by him, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, to make a likeness to the Companions of its lesser worth than the dunya,

and then back to the red smear of first-flush linden leaves and on back to Queen Consort Eleanor, as a likeness of early immigrants to England from Normandy,

only to demonstrate, he thought, how the people of the wool, deem the present time to be the Age of the Nafs, where the wagtail for many is one of 350 000000 and so not on the endangered list, and the kid is religious abstrusity, the linden leaves from a numbered tree, logged at the Amt, Eleanor a foreigner who led a crusade.

So he disappeared for a month or two, took a swim, unhinged himself from himself, and looked again at the wagtail who flew to the blue of the sky, again at the kid and the one who had grasped it, again at the linden to its winged, therapeutic, summery leaves and again at Eleanor’s  struggle prior to the parameters the Age of Nafs.

Even if the control of the modern humanista of her humanist in marriage sanctioned by the tax mafia is sure no wiles of a femme fatale, but nevertheless a kind of love, just as the demands of the usurer are his only real expressions of human contact, just as the b. box is the substitute for hand to hand fealty. No change to the sunna of Allah

The Uzbek Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi

could hardly be expected to foresee the dilemna of Monsieur Tapage

who awoke one wet winter’s morn

and decided to take on the robot forecasting his next move

on going online, offering him things calculated to meet his approval

and more expectantly his pocket.

Tapage called up zakat, purify, gold, purify and bank purify in quick succession and his mobile exploded.

A sign of his sublimity, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, is that mention of him precedes the bismillah in the wird,

he who showed us the pattern of action within adab

and as the Shaykh of the Shaykh has said ‘Adab is higher than “being right”‘.

We do not make pictures of ourselves to emulate but pictures of him sallallahu alayhi was sallam

and if our face registers dismay at the coming of ignorance of this, then few people still have the science of firaasa.

‘Logic is far too coarse to make the subtle distinctions life demands’, he said between Eastwood and Mexico.

So the man in the passport bureau found it much easier for the Bürger to sign on a computerised sheet of glass, then go outside his office to a huge robot which devoured the fee and delivered a chit of receipt – not for him, mind you, but for the Bürger who might add to the mistrust of the state of its own official by claiming perhaps not to have paid, or worse, try to recover some of it through tax-relief – than to pay in gold or silver hand to hand.

Remember, he might have commented: ‘Trust is good, control is better’.

The humanist legal doc. entitled ‘behavioural agreement form’, i.e. no-tolerance policy with regards to racism, sexism, classism, ageism, ableism, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, xenophobia, Islamophobia or anti-religion or anti-atheism fails to mention manobia or womania, but they’ll sure get it right soon when they carry out another Mandatory Participation Notice, i.e. compulsory gathering of statistics,

When news came to the wali of the car accident in which his 6 kids had died he said ‘al-hamdulillah’.

His colleague’s conviction was rock-hard – when he met and said ‘salaam alaykum, how are you? and how are the kids?’ that he still had them – despite endless attempts in vain to quietly remind him of the treacherous, snowy night, and that he had taken a second wife in the hope of more. He had now given up and merely said ‘al ahamdulillah’ as that was what the other expected of him. But it was not resignation, rather recognition. He then  added ‘Remember Allah if you forget’.

grazie mille a Montalbano, Sapia, p. 221

All lies in its opposite and we thank the Sabur, the Most Patient, for demonstrating to the hausch wa bausch of the globe the impossibility of objectivity in the media and we thank too the polit-primo drump, by the way, for manifesting to the thickest of demokrats that objectivity in the justice dept never was and never will be possible unless by the Adil, the Justest of Judges, and His Umara who rule with the Just Balance