The problem is not the fair-haired ukrayni girls in the bothel-hotels of the gulf rather the indentured dusky slaves whose masters have no wish to let them into their homes or free them. La caste indienne triomphe.

All want to be spoon-makers, not the latest to be sure, but like the arms dealer spoon-maker.

When asked, the unheard intellectual replied, adjusting his worn mike – a meedya station nevertheless – to his dishdasha, ‘I regard myself as a liberal fundamentalist: fundamental with currency, contracts and the market place, liberal with the salat sawm and mosques.’

The savak gent from across the waters was not impressed and entered him on the file.

al-‘Ain, the spring, source, the eye, gold, silver, a spy, etc., so the dict.,

as well as leading figures, those of standing, in other noun-forms,

and the thing itself, the very thing; eye of the dunya,

only with this kind of ‘ain is the transparency of the nafs seen through,

the inimitable, shining, gross, individual self which is but the one self which kills all, if you kill just one, as He taala says,

becoming the jewel essence when merged with the ruh of yearning and return.

‘Better’, he said, I think, Lao, ‘to burn the Tao if you’re cold’; or spring into a refreshing pool if the muslim priests are too heated up at the conference dubiously funded.

And nothing like the betrayal of Allah’s spy by the king to sharpen the cutting edge.

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”.