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07-16-2017, 02:49 PM
 
: Jun 2017
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Grave calamities and distressing news beset us
Causing us anxiety, inflicting injury







A Wise Parable
Moroccan Poet Abelali Mehsain
Translated by Nizar Sartawi

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Said a child to the raven: Oh how depressed I become

when I see you in the morning or you come to my door

So lethargic I become and all my hopes evaporate


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No wonder, for you are a bird who does evil things

Like the night you hurl at people calamities and penalties

An evil omen you are, an omen of malice and sorrow
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Fly away, may God give you a glass of death or damnation

The suffering bird smiled before uttering any reproach

Then with great wisdom he spoke: My child, here is my answer


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How could you accept such allegations not to be found in any script

God who has created you has also brought me into this world

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It Occurred to Me
By Ahmad Miligi
Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud

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Sincerity in the performance of ones duties
is the easiest way to attain peace of mind



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Patriotism can be neither bought nor sold; however
in the hearts of loyal citizens, it flows as blood in their veins

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If the source of ones livelihood depended
on fellow human beings
it would have been dried up and ceased a long time ago


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The virtual world will continue to be a world of illusion
until it proves its reality

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A sound mind is not always in a sound body
as there are sound bodies without minds

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Good hearts are most vulnerable to betrayal and exploitation

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Failure may prod you on to a success you never dreamed of

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A good son is he who treats his parents well
both, while they are living
and after they have depart this world

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FEATURES
By Dr. Azhar Sulaiman
Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud



My features have changed
And the warmth of your cheeks
Still lingers on my fingers.



All the letters of my words have taken on various hues
While your rosy color, beloved
I treasure as a sacred trust.



I fancied the dictionary of your old love folded
And stored by me in a dark niche
Where reference books are kept.
Yet as soon as I touched it,