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As the Body is purified by water, so is the Ego by tears, the Intellect by knowledge and the Soul with love.
Imam Ali Ibn Abi Talib (AS)
Young boys, victims of landmines, walk down the street in Herat, Afghanistan, 1992
“to be gratified with one’s state is inexhaustible treasure”
القناعة كنز لا يفنـى
Dont think that because your anti-shia sectarianism is soft, that just because you don’t call us kaffirs and infidels, that our blood isn’t on your hands. Your soft sectarianism in the form of quietly applauding hateful rhetoric spewed by those in power. In the form of, “Lets pray that they find their way.” Stoking their fire.
That cleric’s ruling on the faked moon landing is funny because its so outlandish, but “Mmm you know he has a point,” when he’s talking about us. When he’s saying returning our salam is haram. When he says to regard us as less than human.
Were not part of the “One Ummah” until were dead. Once were dead and can be used as tools. As, “Most of ISIS’s victims as muslims!” Yesterday we were rawafidh. Today an argument point for you to further political agenda.
You may not have pulled the trigger but you loaded the bullets. You built their bombs, ready to detonate.
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via noorshirazie)
to take this I had to leap out of a window on the 5th floor for 20 minutes, but it was worth it
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Bamiyan, Afghanistan 2012
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