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Story upon story

They say life is what we make it.
As I sit here in the silence of the night,
I reflect on my life; my story.
As another chapter ends; will another chapter begin?
Or will it end suddenly with the reader left wondering what if?
What sentiments will the Author prescribe to this feeble novel of so many He writes.
What lines of the story will the Author dictate unto me?
Who will become the hero and who the enemy?
Under which chapter will the happiness lie and where are the moments of sadness and hardship.

The lines have been written, the chapters now closed, the Author has all power and His ending shall be final.
The publishing now in full swing, as each page is carefully laid out and read.
The readers left skimming the pages of a life amongst so many.
Wondering how the novel will end, I gaze up and see the wonders of a clear night
If only the novel can be as clear as this.
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For the sincere seeker difficulties, trials and tribulations will lead to
unveilings of higher knowledge. For the unbeliever they are simply dreadful experiences to be avoided.

The greater our difficulties and failures the more profound can be our humbleness and submission thereby awakening to the Divine will.

As the body develops physical co-ordination increases. As the mind develops rational behavior increases. As the self develops spiritual guidance increases.

Our attempt to remove or block out pain and uncertainty from everyday life has distanced us further from spiritual insight through humbleness and submission.

The true seeker is a constant traveler; from one place to another & up one state better. His life is a process of discoveries as each city bares it’s soul to him & parts it’s essence.

Man’s lust for wealth & power can never be satisfied. A qualitative quest cannot be satisfied by quantity.

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You Are Never Alone

Sometimes when the world's not on your side
You don't know where to run to
You dont know where to hide
You gaze at the stars in the sky
At the mountains so high
Through the tears in your eyes
Looking for a reason to replace what is gone
Just remember, remember
That you are never alone

You are never alone
Just reach into your heart and Allah is always there
You are never alone
Through sorrow and through grief
Through happiness and peace
You will never be alone

So now, as you long for your past
Prepare for you future
But knowing nothing's gonna last
You see, this life is but a road
A straight and narrow path
To our final abode
So travel well O Muslim
And Paradise will be your home
And always remember that you are never alone
Zain Bhikha

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Steve Bloom: Untamed

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Steve Bloom: Spirit of the wild

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Only when the last tree has died

And the last river been poisoned

And the last fish been caught

Will we realise that we can not eat money

Cree Indian

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I live only to do Thy will,
My lips move only in praise of Thee
O Lord, whoever becometh aware of Thee
Casteth out all else other than Thee.
O Lord, give me a heart
That I may pour it out in Thanksgiving
Give me life
That I may spend it
In working for the salvation of the world.
O Lord, give me understanding
That I stray not from the path
Give me light
To avoid pitfalls.
O Lord, give me eyes
Which see nothing but Thy glory.
Give me a mind
That finds delight in Thy service.
Give me a soul
Drunk in the wine of Thy wisdom.

Khwajah 'Abdallah Ansari

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I have suffered so much under the hands of mortal men
I have given in, so that their temporary happiness in this fleeting world can content them.
I have forgiven so that their weary desires are met.
And yet the torture still continues;
The cut is so fierce;
The pain so sharp;
The wound…

…Never healing

Where is the one to heal such scars of weakness?
Where is the one to put an end to all this torment?
My heart has bled;
It has become drained of all life.
Drowning in a vast ocean of darkness.
Too tired of struggling in so much deepness
I have not begun to live
Yet all I want to do is go back home.
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