La demeure de kufr est certe un territoire aventureux et ses frontières sans limites sont des sables mouvants.

Il a fait un voyage difficile; alors imaginez le soulagement du paysage familier de l’iman à l’horizon; pas même les trois de la foi islamique fumant les american cowboys sur la plage quelques jours seulement avant l’eid al-fitr ne pouvaient troubler les repères de cette terre; en effet, la triste fitra de leurs visages troublés augmentait le rahma du retour.

Le divertissement d'Allah n'est pas celui d'Hollywood et le travail, ergon,  
n'est pas la tâche dont Il parle .

Il aurait pu dire avec une laïcité de langage –

que c'était triste de voir trois réfugiés shaamis fumer leur fantasie de l'ouest sauvage en Ramadan, leur honneur pulvérisé en désirs minables par le généreux laxisme de l'humanisme, mais pour le voyageur épuisé qui jeûnait, c'était néanmoins dans des limites bien connues et  
a évoqué Allah ta'ala et son Messager salla allah alayhi wa sallam en lui par la rahma promie aux désobéissants. 

– mais alors beaucoup de nuances auraient pu être perdues.

We have been shown by one major historian that the modern rule of usury-assignats is derived from the revolutionary rule of terror which imposed atheism as the state religion and that when Nap. permitted the Catholic Church to return it was to be a dwarf, “devoid of Papal power, i.e. decisive ruling power, education and even obligations… Religion was redefined as ‘belief’ and in turn consigned to the dustbin of the Unconsciousness”.

This ‘belief’, often accompanied by its twin ‘faith’, is trampling iman to pieces in the molochs and has created the new dwarf Duwayn; the giant Deen however lurks free in the entertainmentless desert wastes.

The Order to No Religion – a Bollywood scenario of serious intent, not quite so profesh. as the Mumbaiyans, and certainly no konspiracee – for the ends are clear, but nevertheless:

a temporary lockdown of permanent desire for the mosque to be divided into measured safety zones for the individual worshippers, numbered, named and registered, masked from firasa as well as corona, separating their hearts from the gathered-gathering together of the jumu’a, removing his shoulder for his neigbours’, and bringing the crumbling of the bunyanin marsousin. Surely an techno-innovation of bida’, and good for bourse-business, even for the Baba in Rome who surely knows ‘religion’ is from St. Augustine’s religio – to bind together.

The blue spring wood irises and the brother lilac heard from the passing bees of the poisoned city earth and lamented the majestic buffuloes who used to graze them so rapaciously; the crocodile needle fish yearned for the sudden flash of the lithe pike, now fattened and sluggished by dungy waters; the iridescent but weary pigeons forgot to eye skywards for the absent raptors.

“No b. notes for me, thank you, they look too freshly minted. I prefer the patina of gold”. “But that is just a conspiracy” said Miss Vicky Bedia to Simple Simon. “O but I shall keep my gold, all the same, I just feel safer with it, your know, its just a gut feeling, a matter of trust and people do so hanker after it in these corona times” remarked S.S. confidantly.

Said the wise man, “If you’re not talking to each other before your marriage, you certainly won’t be afterwards.”

Said the sitizen, “O but when I’ve got my house, my wife, my kids, the stores are full and my pie’s not in the sky, I’ll do my bit for the Lord of the Worlds”.

Said the Lord of the Worlds, “It is an enormous abhorrence in My eyes to say something which you do not do”.

His indications for the wayward IT wayfarers: if man makes a model it will be but of himself; carpe diem also helps, but beware – remember to switch off at chinese traffic lights.

Computer headaches may be beneficial in rearranging habits too easily recognised by those robocops. The reflected image from a far-off object is in focus for him, but not perhaps for them.

“The so-kalled salafeez are constipated of speech and not unlike the village puritans of bourgeois taste”, he claimed, swigging from the bottle. “They are however, and thank the Lord, neither of the right or left.” “O come now, said his compagnon, laying down his Mirror, surely they’re of the right?” “But what of their inclination to ressentiment?” he retorted in deadly earnest – remember Lady Gregory’s motto: “To think like a wise man, but to express oneself like the common people.

We had pointed out to them yonks ago that Aydolfus had attained Macht

via the b. box, but insan, the pupil of the eye, forgets. Who were they? The mygrant kontrol volks.

Pascal was mired in doubt but nevertheless he was wily enough to

encourage folk to the deen at that time, knowing it would enrich them in the dunya and the akhira. So take heed you rucksacked cravatted townies aspiring to success: health, strength, balance and riches are contained therein.

The moment tells all; but more so time tells.

No busques la fama
ni siquiera busques la primavera en invierno
sino más bien la Mesa de as-Samad.

Y las madres pueden labrar la tierra después del parto, pero es mejor esperar un mes lunar.

Orhan Gazi batıya gittiğinde borsa ve kağıt liranın dünyasının sona erdiğini görmek için mi?