A joy that is found at the breakfast table, that is made out of fresh croissants and coffee or of a piece of hard bread in the forest; because the highest this world has to offer is the company of those with whom you share your food.
Occurrences is life, and occurrences is change. Change is the only constant in the universe, and I’m quoting here many people that have said this before me (and I could expand the argument of why to quite a few pages, but I think you get the gist of it).
A reflection on the verses of Shaykh Ahmad Zarruq lead us to reflect on the Infinite, the nature of being, and the science of change.
Hope, I think, there is still hope for you little Barakah, as long as there is a Woman who gives birth on earth.
When the logic fails there is always a place you can go to find reason: poetry. In does not matter who could have won the elections; it is all the…