Feng Mian sat under the mandarin tree and fell asleep in the woods as the breeze swished through the branches and sang a song with the ever-green leaves.
Hope, I think, there is still hope for you little Barakah, as long as there is a Woman who gives birth on earth.
The story of how the love for the Prophet, peace be upon him, changed the destiny of a man. Or, we may say, how the love of the Messenger made his destiny unfold in an unexpected way even to himself.
Written by Luqman Nieto, introduction by Robert Luongo The following short story is a dramatization based upon an anecdote that Ernst Jünger, the celebrated German soldier and poet, who served…