Showing posts with label Knowledge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Knowledge. Show all posts

01/12/2008

Interview with Louis Farrakhan



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In an interview broadcast on AlJazeera English, Louis Farrakhan, the controversial leader of Nation of Islam speaks about Obama's future.

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Man



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Has there not been over Man a long period of Time, when he was nothing?

Performing Hajj

Yusuf Ali: For Hajj are the months well known. If any one undertakes that duty therein, Let there be no obscenity, nor wickedness, nor wrangling in the Hajj. And whatever good ye do, (be sure) Allah knoweth it. And take a provision (With you) for the journey, but the best of provisions is right conduct.

So fear Me, o ye that are wise.

Pickthall: The pilgrimage is (in) the well-known months, and whoever is minded to perform the pilgrimage therein (let him remember that) there is (to be) no lewdness nor abuse nor angry conversation on the pilgrimage.

And whatsoever good ye do Allah knoweth it. So make provision for yourselves; for the best provision is to ward off evil.

Therefore keep your duty unto Me, O men of understanding.

Shakir: The pilgrimage is (performed in) the well-known months; so whoever determines the performance of the pilgrimage therein, there shall be no intercourse nor fornication nor quarrelling amongst one another; and whatever good you do, Allah knows it; and make provision, for surely the provision is the guarding of oneself, and be careful (of your duty) to Me, O men of understanding.

[ Transliteration from al-Baqara - The Cow, Verse 197 ]

29/11/2008

Do not stand at my grave

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Written at least 50 years ago, this poem has been attributed at different times to J.T. Wiggins (an English emigre to America), two Americans: Mary E. Fry and Marianne Reinhardt, and more recently to Stephen Cummins, a British soldier killed in Northern Ireland who left a copy for his relatives.

Others claim it is a Navajo burial prayer.

Via The Poetry Library