Adnan Quotes

Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence is harder to accept than death.

Love in all its forms is the most important matter that we will ever face, but also the most dangerous, the most unpredictable, the most maddening. But it is also the only salvation I know of

Every time you think of escaping mentally or physically, grab the book that lies inches away from your heart.

There are moments when the past ceases to be a form of the present. Rain and tears look alike.

The day is not made of light, but of will

Memory and time, both immaterial, are rivers with no banks and constantly merging. Both escape our will, though we depend on them. Measured but measured by whom or by what? The one is inside, the other, outside or so it seems, but is that true? Time seems also buried deep in us but where? Memory is right here, in the head, but it can exit, abandon that head, leave it behind, disappear. Memory, a sanctuary of infinite patience.

In the year of the sun was sun eclipse, the sun of piety, knowledge and divinity. The establisher of the path of Tijaniyya, the reviver of the traditions of the chocest of Adnan. The servant of Allah, the Imam of the Maliki law, and affairs are for Allah for he is the possessor. He added that Sufism is a spritual clinic with doctors who have knowledge of attending to ailments of the soul. For a sick patient who requires cure and dosses of medicine from the clinic, there is the need for him to make declaration of his sickness and acceptance of patienthood.

At the same time believers realise that the defects they see in one another are tests from Allah. For this reason they don't call attention to these defects, but compensate for them by acting positively. They carefully avoid the slightest action, facial expression or word that would suggest ridicule.

لو كانت باريس سماً قاتلاً لشربت منه جرعة كبير بكل سرور ولأنهيت حياتي

its not a good idea to argue with ignorant people but sometime ignorance can't be ignored

Writing is drawing, drawing is writing. Because it's the same gesture. They're close already.

Hey! I'm talkin' to you, feta bread!

In the green escape of my palace, over a bridge, under a canopy of opalescent light, through there, between dark branches and their shivering leaves, I'm lost in the scent of yellow roses, arrested by the range's filtering light.

يوجد العيد دائما حيث الشقاء مقيم

Life teach you lessons and those lessons are very painful.

Dear soul, am I only because I have been?

Spring is dangerous, like love. And love survives the lovers.

Kau; Sebuah kota yang hanya dapat kukunjungi di malam-malam seperti ini, Rambutmu lampu-lampu, dan wajahmu adalah lukisan yang akan memaksaku untuk selalu kembali.

It is a sentiment of tremendous truth and simplicity, yet tremendously difficult for the mind to metabolize — we remain material creatures, spiritually sundered by the fact of our borrowed atoms, which we will each return to the universe, to the stardust that made us, despite our best earthly efforts.

... ey her şey bitti diyenler korkunun sofrasında yılgınlık yiyenler. ne kırlarda direnen çiçekler ne kentlerde devleşen öfkeler henüz elveda demediler. bitmedi daha sürüyor o kavga ve sürecek yeryüzü aşkın yüzü oluncaya dek!

Silence is the creation of space, a space that memory needs to use . . . an incubator. We're dealing here with dimensions, stretching our inner muscles, pushing aside any interference. We're dealing with numbers, but not counting. Silence demands the nature of night, even in full day, it demands shadows.

DD/MM/YYYY was not an ordinary day. Early in the morning, before the sunrise, a Baby Girl Fairy was dropped from the Fairy Lands to the Earth. There were songs of joys and rejoices everywhere. Cool breeze was playing and running across the meadows. Dew drops were dancing and floating over the leaves. Birds were swaying and singing in chorus: "Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday (Name), Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday to you.

قلبي يضيق بالخوف من الآتي

نحن البحر. نجزر ونفيض بلا انتظام

Selepas hujan, pelangi pasti ada, karena ini malam, dia berbaris di hatimu.

Jika merindukanmu adalah sebuah kesalahan, maka, aku adalah orang yang gemar melakukan kesalahan.

Sink the ship that carries the load of hate .

Puisi ini akan kulipat menjadi pesawat kertas, silakan kau naik, dan kita akan pergi ke bulan.

Eternity is non evident. There’s this endless rotation of the sun in the skull, the stillness outside, and a storm within. At least a river is always flowing in some part of the country. Winds, always gathering speed, shatter the order of things. We return home, in tears.

The intelligence of the heart bypasses the intellect in the head which works on assumptions and requires a lot of thinking and confusion and makes a person tired and weak. But, the heart intelligence is not only direct and to the point, it also gives you energy, vitality and strength.

My name is Adnan Nassar and I am Palestinian-American,” he said in a rush. “I came to this country from Syria nine years ago and have since then earned American citizenship and am assistant manager of the Pizza Pad on Highway 6.

there is no understanding between me and this world they don't understand me and i don't care them.

Mencintaimu; serupa mengagumi kunang-kunang; yang mengantongi matahari di belakang ekornya. Hingga, Sepekat apapun sebuah malam, dia akan begitu mudah menemukanmu.

هل الغرض من النافذة أن تبقيك في الداخل، أو تفتح مداركك نحو الخارج؟

Sometimes you don’t see the ball coming, It spins right by you.

Morality is violence. An invisible violence at first. Love is a supreme violence, hidden deep in the darkness of our atoms. When a stream flows into a river, it’s love and it’s violence. When a cloud loses itself in the sky, it’s a marriage. When the roots of a tree split open a rock it’s the movement of life. When the sea rises and falls back only to rise again it’s the process of History. When a man and a woman find each other in the silence of the night, it’s the beginning of the end of the tribe’s power, and death itself becomes a challenge to the ascendancy of the group.

Young believes everything, middle-aged suspects everything , old knows everything

‪Rain is not a seasonal change, it’s a feeling that brings back ‪Memories!

Rinduku kuyup, setiap membaca namamu setelah hujan.

they tell me there are four seasons but I live in a fifth one which is your space and your time

نشعر بالنشوة في أكثر المدن رداءة

احذر الكلمات. لأنه من السهل أن تغير معناها وتخلق سوء تفاهم معذباً

قد يكون قول الحقيقة أحياناً أذكى صيغة لإيصال المعلومات المغلوط فيها

هل للذاكرة قوانينها الخاصة فيها؟

لن نكون أبداً كما كنّا

Semakin senyap sebuah malam, dia justru akan menceritakanmu dengan semakin lantang.

If you tried to number God's blessings, you could never count them. God is Ever-Forgiving, Most Merciful. (Surat an-Nahl: 18)

desire intensifies on the silver edge of the sea. my friends, don’t wait for me any longer, my heart is in the abundance of the same spring as yours

Fakat, hayır: Adnan Targa, kendisi değildi ki; Adnan Targa bir dekandı ve 'statüko'nun her ne pahasına olursa olsun savunmasını yapmak durumundaydı.

Jika perbincangan kita telah usai, maka hadirlah sebuah kekosongan, dialah janji yang dialamatkan pada sepi, janji yang pasti ditepati oleh ampas kopiku, sendiri.

Saraylar saltanatlar çöker kan susar birgün zulüm biter. menekşeler de açılır üstümüzde leylaklar da güler. bugünlerden geriye, bir yarına gidenler kalır bir de yarınlar için direnenler...

Sevmem! Bana senin yüzünü göstermeyen karanlıkları... Sevmem! Ellerinden uzak kaldığım anları... Sevmem! Seni uzaklarda duyumsadığım anları... Sevmem yenin olmadığın yerleri! Sevmem yalnızlıkları!

Their women only exert indirect powers over them, powers that seem ineffective, or else are so strong that they, the men, can’t recognize them as such. But a woman who stands up to them and looks them in the eye is a tree to be cut down, and they cut it down. She falls with the sound of dead wood which disappears among the perfidious murmurings of the city, and to the smirking of other women who are satisfied with the male victories.

Culture is a powerful force that influences our perceptions, our mindsets and even our domestic and foreign policies. The rich, messy complexity of 1,400 years of Islamic civilization and 1.6 billion Muslims has been reduced to token stereotypes. We are either avatars of destruction or the good Muslim who helps the national security narrative. But the overwhelming majority of us live in the giant middle—the grey zone—where impressions exist in more colors than just black and white.” *

The only exception was my mother, who unabashedly took up for Adnan, fought with anyone who had anything negative to say about him, never stopped talking about him with Aunty Shamim, and prayed for him with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. I

Remember when we didn't know that colours can mix and form other colours. When we were not introduced to strokes that brushes can form, when light and dark were not necessary for the picture to be completed, and when it was a matter of lines that were not suppose to be connected. When feelings crashed on a white heart unintentionally and when our soul was not held in captive. Remember?

Aku sering mengirimu puisi, bukan bunga. Karena bunga akan layu di depanmu. Malu.

Guilty people are feigning to be Good, and In entire they are not

philosophy is a non-knowledge: thought takes pleasure in measuring its borders

Beauty, it's an inner sense, and it makes us happy. It's not complicated, we need it.

It seems to me I write what I see, paint what I am.

دعونا لا نغذي الخيال بأمور تتعلق بالصداقة

عدم الاكتمال رذيلة حذقة

ثمّة أشكال سلبية للسعادة

Rinduku; di kota-kota suci, dari rahim bunda, Makkah, & Jerussalem. Terakhir di Cirebon, ; sebuah tempat di mana dengan mudah kumenemukanmu, lalu mencintaimu.

Di perempatan jalan ini kita berpisah Hanya karena berbeda arah

Kau tahu “rindu” itu apa? Menurutku; Semacam rasa pahit dalam kopi, dan kesamaran makna dalam puisi.

Once upon a time, time was in the hands of the poor. Those who sensibly, reasonably, and firmly held it. Extravagance is only today and tomorrow.

Yoksa, yüzünü saklayamayınca ellerini mi saklıyordu?

Terror is our collective failure. Life is nature's triumph.

Losing makes me feel awful. Losing makes me want to hide under the table to never feel this way again.

Words melt in reflections; that’s why there’s a uselessness to this night, to my missing the river, to the delaying of love... light is picking up momentum in the vicinity of the oaks that cover this property, this silence.

The only way I can process it is through my faith. That God was not going to let Adnan suffer all this in vain. Why he suffered any of it, why innocents suffer at all, is not a question mere mortals have ever been able to sufficiently answer. It's enough for me to know that all through out history, incredibly good people have suffered terribly, and suffering is not punishment. But much suffering is followed by redemption, sometimes that redemption even coming after the death of great people.

After the plates are removed by the silent and swift waiting staff, General Çiller leans forward and says across the table to Güney, ‘What’s this I’m reading in Hürriyet about Strasbourg breaking up the nation?’ ‘It’s not breaking up the nation. It’s a French motion to implement European Regional Directive 8182 which calls for a Kurdish Regional Parliament.’ ‘And that’s not breaking up the nation?’ General Çiller throws up his hands in exasperation. He’s a big, square man, the model of the military, but he moves freely and lightly ‘The French prancing all over the legacy of Atatürk? What do you think, Mr Sarioğlu?’ The trap could not be any more obvious but Ayşe sees Adnan straighten his tie, the code for, Trust me, I know what I’m doing, ‘What I think about the legacy of Atatürk, General? Let it go. I don’t care. The age of Atatürk is over.’ Guests stiffen around the table, breath subtly indrawn; social gasps. This is heresy. People have been shot down in the streets of Istanbul for less. Adnan commands every eye. ‘Atatürk was father of the nation, unquestionably. No Atatürk, no Turkey. But, at some point every child has to leave his father. You have to stand on your own two feet and find out if you’re a man. We’re like kids that go on about how great their dads are; my dad’s the strongest, the best wrestler, the fastest driver, the biggest moustache. And when someone squares up to us, or calls us a name or even looks at us squinty, we run back shouting ‘I’ll get my dad, I’ll get my dad!’ At some point; we have to grow up. If you’ll pardon the expression, the balls have to drop. We talk the talk mighty fine: great nation, proud people, global union of the noble Turkic races, all that stuff. There’s no one like us for talking ourselves up. And then the EU says, All right, prove it. The door’s open, in you come; sit down, be one of us. Move out of the family home; move in with the other guys. Step out from the shadow of the Father of the Nation. ‘And do you know what the European Union shows us about ourselves? We’re all those things we say we are. They weren’t lies, they weren’t boasts. We’re good. We’re big. We’re a powerhouse. We’ve got an economy that goes all the way to the South China Sea. We’ve got energy and ideas and talent - look at the stuff that’s coming out of those tin-shed business parks in the nano sector and the synthetic biology start-ups. Turkish. All Turkish. That’s the legacy of Atatürk. It doesn’t matter if the Kurds have their own Parliament or the French make everyone stand in Taksim Square and apologize to the Armenians. We’re the legacy of Atatürk. Turkey is the people. Atatürk’s done his job. He can crumble into dust now. The kid’s come right. The kid’s come very right. That’s why I believe the EU’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us because it’s finally taught us how to be Turks.’ General Çiller beats a fist on the table, sending the cutlery leaping. ‘By God, by God; that’s a bold thing to say but you’re exactly right.

People do not feel anxious or weary when they follow the Qur’an’s morality. However, the enjoyment derived from doing something with worldly aims in mind is very limited and of short duration. When the benefits gained run out, their eagerness to continue subsides and the aim becomes regarded as a bother. But those who seek Allah’s favor are rewarded with pleasure, for they know that they will be rewarded for their intention and not for the nature of the act. Therefore, they will never get bored with doing it: Their [the sacrificial animals’] flesh and blood does not reach Allah, but your heedfulness does. In this way He has subjected them to you so that you might proclaim Allah’s greatness for the way that He has guided you. Give good news to those who do good. (Surat al-Hajj: 37) Adnan Oktar Harun Yahya 33 And so, no matter what they do, if they perform it in the hope of winning Allah’s pleasure, and if they keep on doing so until the end of their lives, they will never get bored or lose their enjoyment in doing it again and again. No matter how long they do that deed, their love and desire for earning Allah’s favor will cause them to constantly create new and beautiful things on their horizon. Having rooted their morality in fear of Him, they form close relationships and friendships with those around them; have no desire for rank, position, or money; and are never jealous or anxious.

Aşksız ve paramparçaydı dünya bir inancın yüceliğinde sevdim seni bir kavganın güzelliğinde sevdim. bitmedi daha sürüyor o kavga ve sürecek yeryüzü aşkın yüzü oluncaya dek! Aşk demişti yaşamın büyük ustaları aşk ile sevebilmek bir güzelliği ve dövüşebilmek o güzellik uğruna. işte yüzünde badem çiçekleri saçlarında gülen toprak ve ilkbahar. sen misin seni sevdiğim o kavga, sen o kavganın güzelliği misin yoksa… Bir inancın yüceliğinde buldum seni bir kavganın güzelliğinde sevdim. Bin kez budadılar körpe dallarımızı bin kez kırdılar. yine çiçekteyiz işte yine meyvedeyiz bin kez korkuya boğdular zamanı bin kez ölümlediler yine doğumlardayız işte, yine sevinçteyiz. bitmedi daha sürüyor o kavga ve sürecek yeryüzü aşkın yüzü oluncaya dek! Geçtiğimiz o ilk nehirlerden beri suyun ayakları olmuştu ayaklarımız ellerimiz, taşın ve toprağın elleri. yağmurlara susamış sabahlarda çoğalırdık sabahlarda dikilirdik burçlarınıza. türküler söylerdik hep aynı telden aynı sesten, aynı yürekten dağlara biz vermiştik morluğunu, henüz böyle yağmalanmamışken gençliğimiz… Ne gün batımı ölümlerin üzüncüne ne tan atışı doğumların sevincine ey bir elinde mezarcılar yaratan, bir elinde ebeler koşturan doğa bu seslenişimiz yalnızca sana yaşamasına yaşıyoruz ya güzelliğini bitmedi daha sürüyor o kavga ve sürecek yeryüzü aşkın yüzü oluncaya dek! Saltanatlar saraylar çöker bu kan susar bu zulüm biter. menekşeler de açılır üstümüzde leylaklar da güler. bugünlerden geriye, bir yarına gidenler kalır bir de yarınlar için dövüşenler… Şiirler doğacak kıvamda yine duygular yeniden yağacak kıvamda. ve yürek, imgelerin en ulaşılmaz doruğunda. ey herşey bitti diyenler korkunun sofrasında yılgınlık yiyenler. ne dağlarda direnen çiçekler ne kentlerde devleşen öfkeler henüz elveda demediler. bitmedi sürüyor o kavga ve sürecek yeryüzü aşkın yüzü oluncaya dek!

British / Pakistani ISIS suspect, Zakaria Saqib Mahmood, is arrested in Bangladesh on suspicion of recruiting jihadists to fight in Syria • Local police named arrested Briton as Zakaria Saqib Mahmood, also known as Zak, living in 70 Eversleigh Road, Westham, E6 1HQ London • They suspect him of recruiting militants for ISIS in two Bangladeshi cities • He arrived in the country in February, having previously spent time in Syria and Pakistan • Suspected militant recruiter also recently visited Australia A forty year old Muslim British man has been arrested in Bangladesh on suspicion of recruiting would-be jihadists to fight for Islamic State terrorists in Syria and Iraq. The man, who police named as Zakaria Saqib Mahmood born 24th August 1977, also known as Zak, is understood to be of Pakistani origin and was arrested near the Kamalapur Railway area of the capital city Dhaka. He is also suspected of having attempted to recruit militants in the northern city of Sylhet - where he is understood to have friends he knows from living in Newham, London - having reportedly first arrived in the country about six months ago to scout for potential extremists. Militants: The British Pakistani man (sitting on the left) named as Zakaria Saqib Mahmood was arrested in Bangladesh. The arrested man has been identified as Zakaria Saqib Mahmood, sources at the media wing of Dhaka Metropolitan Police told local newspapers. He is believed to have arrived in Bangladesh in February and used social media websites including Facebook to sound out local men about their interest in joining ISIS, according Monirul Islam - joint commissioner of Dhaka Metropolitan Police - who was speaking at a press briefing today. Zakaria has openly shared Islamist extremist materials on his Facebook and other social media links. An example of Zakaria Saqib Mahmood sharing Islamist materials on his Facebook profile He targeted Muslims from Pakistan as well as Bangladesh, Mr Islam added, before saying: 'He also went to Australia but we are yet to know the reason behind his trips'. Zakaria saqib Mahmood trip to Australia in order to recruit for militant extremist groups 'From his passport we came to know that he went to Pakistan where we believe he met a Jihadist named Rauf Salman, in addition to Australia during September last year to meet some of his links he recruited in London, mainly from his weekly charity food stand in East London, ' the DMP spokesperson went on to say. Police believes Zakaria Mahmood has met Jihadist member Rauf Salman in Pakistan Zakaria Saqib Mahmood was identified by the local police in Pakistan in the last September. The number of extremists he has met in this trip remains unknown yet. Zakaria Saqib Mahmood uses charity food stand as a cover to radicalise local people in Newham, London. Investigators: Dhaka Metropolitan Police believe Zakaria Saqib Mhamood arrived in Bangladesh in February and used social media websites including Facebook to sound out local men about their interest in joining ISIS The news comes just days after a 40-year-old East London bogus college owner called Sinclair Adamson - who also had links to the northern city of Sylhet - was arrested in Dhaka on suspicion of recruiting would-be fighters for ISIS. Zakaria Saqib Mahmood, who has studied at CASS Business School, was arrested in Dhaka on Thursday after being reported for recruiting militants. Just one day before Zakaria Mahmood's arrest, local police detained Asif Adnan, 26, and Fazle ElahiTanzil, 24, who were allegedly travelling to join ISIS militants in Syria, assisted by an unnamed Briton. It is understood the suspected would-be jihadists were planning to travel to a Turkish airport popular with tourists, before travelling by road to the Syrian border and then slipping across into the warzone.

The contrast with many other Sunni Muslim clergymen is stark. Another Syrian mullah, Sheikh Adnan al-Arour, broadcasts regularly from Saudi Arabia with a different message: “The problem is actually with some minorities and sects that support the regime . . . and I mention in particular the Alawite sect. We will never harm any one of them who stood neutral, but those who stood against us, I swear by Allah, we will grind them and feed them to the dogs.” Another Sunni preacher, the Egyptian Sheikh Mohammad al-Zughbey, went further: “Allah! Kill that dirty small sect [the Alawites]. Allah! Destroy them. Allah! They are the Jews’ agents. Kill them all. . . . It is a holy jihad.

The Army can be family. The Army can be religion.

Muhammed b. Abdullah, b. Abdulmuttalib, b. Hâşim, b. Abdi Menaf, b. Kusayy, b. Kilab, b. Mürre, b. Ka'b, b. Lüey, b. Galib, b. Fihr, b. Mâlik, b. Nadr, b. Kinane, b. Huzeyme, b. Müdrike, b. İlyas, b. Mudar, b. Nizar, b. Maadd, b. Adnan.[1] Bütün kaynaklar Muhammed (a.s.)ın, Adnan'a kadar olan atalarının gerek isimlerinde, gerek sıralarında, ittifak halinde bulundukları gibi,[2] Adnan'ın da İsmail (a.s.) b. İbrahim (a.s.)ın öz be öz soyundan geldiğinde de müttefiktirler.

Kısakürek, Menderes’le ilgili kitabında bu olayların “Adnan Menderes’in üzerinde bir trauma-ruhi darbe tesiri yaptığını” ve bunun da Başbakan’ın “hadisenin tertip tarafında bulunduğuna delil” teşkil ettiğini söylüyor.123 Ne var ki, yazarımız, bu tespitten sonra 6-7 Eylül faciasını kınayacağına Menderes’i garip bir şekilde eleştiriyor ve Başbakan’ın olaylardan sonra “rizikoya göğüs gererek ileri atılacağına” korkarak geri çekildiğini ve “bütün haklarını haksızlığa çevirici ve kendisini içten çökertici, pasif mizacını” ortaya koyan bir tavır sergilediğini söylüyor (s. 333, 336). Kısaca Menderes Büyük Doğu’nun beklediği, bel bağladığı “sivil darbe”yi yapamamış ve hayranlarının gözünden düşmüştür.

MESUT ADNAN (Dotı.1963

Consciousness has an inner depth at every stage, and is not something that emerges at some stage down the line. Forms of consciousness emerge as forms of energy/matter, but consciousness itself is simply alongside all along, as the principal reality of every form.

(In fall 2018, Khashoggi’s nephew, Washington Post writer Jamal Khashoggi, was hacked into pieces with a bone saw by aides of the Saudi government in their Turkish embassy, allegedly under the orders of MBS with information supplied by MBS’s friend, Kushner, after Khashoggi had criticized Trump.35 Adnan Khashoggi is also dead, having passed on in 2017 due to unknown

Čuvaj se generaliziranja. Uvrijediš li jednu skupinu ljudi, na Sudnjem danu će ti svi doći tražiti hakk.

Your hair is like fire, Burning through my Soul

How do you believe? My mind, my heart, and my soul are your property.....

Loyalty' what is it? It is something, you can't assimilate, and I reckoned you were my friend, you don't have a conscience, you don't mind who you hurt, You do all kinds of dirt in the borough, Surely, no one can trust you. They assert you are a filthy thing and don't yearn you around. You are the brain of all disastrous things, you have tarnished every plausible thing in the town. Etiquette and reverence, you don't possess. Snatching and robbing is your best discretion. you, the worse of the worse, you are lower than low, you should be slain, and a bullet must be shot at your brow. You are the wreckage of space and fresh air. A day will come soon when you gonna die and no one will mind.

Confessing, your oblivion is slaying me So just leave me until kingdom come

Dead people receive more flowers than the living.

On unbroken loops, my life feels like a broken record.....

My biggest qualm is I will mistreat you

I could write a million poems Wish you 'd under- stand

Sound so ripe, all of thy fibs, in my ear.

Let the calmness Love you before the hurricane

Kashoggi's father had taught him how to negotiate. Kashoggi wanted to buy a shiny flashlight at the souq, or market. His father taught him to point out the imagined deficiencies- the metal is cheap or the switch is rusty. Then he taught him to pretend to walk away. p38

pioneered by Roy Cohn and polished by Rubenstein, who had represented other Trump and Epstein colleagues like Rupert Murdoch and Adnan Khashoggi.

I don't need any explanation I am tired of everything.

We all have arms clipped ; Snipped for moment Rooted for time.

Why should I? Tell me, Why should I stroll in your journey When it is your fate........................