The inextricable link between Sufism and ethics in Islam is well-known . Yet, despite the strong relationship between the two fields, scholarship connecting both remained largely untilled land—until now . Mysticism and Ethics in Islam (published by...
Corvallis is a small city, but it is a melting pot of diverse cultures from around the globe. Over the years and through my modest contributions to some cultural events here and there, I noticed several cultural backgrounds which form the beautiful p...
I’m regretful and bitter, my friend, oh sea. I’m asking for your protection, accompanied by shrouds and camphor. Be then a coffin for my secrets and a priest, receiving my confessions. as my sins grow heavier. I wish I am forgiven ...
In my dream, I saw a one-year-old baby crawling towards me. "Do you need help?" he asked. "Yes, indeed" I replied. So, what do you need me to do, old man? "Ah, you know me, I am old man, ha-ha!", I said: I need nothing except one small thing if...
Olga zilberbourg is a Russian writer representing the fourth generation of story tellers. I mean the one that happened to appear after Russian renaissance, soviet Russia and writers in exile. She reflects in her stories much concerns about two points...
And yes, I heard it. It's a voice coming from the bottom of a deep, deep valley inside me, whispering in my ears: before the tea in your cup dries and disappears, before it draws a picture of you at the bottom of the cup, imprint yourself, a picture...
(when a poet looks at the universe as a ball in his hands, what can he say while imprisoned between six walls ?!) I am alone, sitting in my room. My silence fights with me and I try not to surrender. I talk to the walls, I have nothing but my b...
What if there are no neutrons, electrons, or protons, as we define them? Does it change the world? No, it doesn’t. What if the tons of books, thousands of novels, stories, poems, theories, equations, and rules, do not exist? Does it change the trut...
.On a clear, sunny day not just the shimmering pond .and the fragrant fruits .hanging from my trees .give me joy but also other things .I see Huge, dark mountains of clouds .produce lights A wave pushes lovingly a smaller wave. A sweet river...
Written and translated by Salem Elias Madalo in the neck of the lover bird and in the wing of beautiful butterfly is complaining from the wind brought to it s beautiful petals black thirst and thorns of the fire, and to it s roots mist of darkness a...