Bismillah Quotes

Anak-anakku. Ini akan jadi tahun tersibuk dan terbaik kalian. Kami yakin kalian mampu menjalankannya. Mulailah dengan bismillah dan selalu amalkan man jadda wajada.

BISMILLAH It's a habit of yours to walk slowly. You hold a grudge for years. With such heaviness, how can you be modest? With such attachments, do you expect to arrive anywhere? Be wide as the air to learn a secret. Right now you're equal portions clay and water, thick mud. Abraham learned how the sun and moon and the stars all set. He said, No longer will I try to assign partners for God. You are so weak. Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore. You need more help than you know. You're trying to live your life in open scaffolding. Say Bismillah, In the name of God, as the priest does with a knife when he offers an animal. Bismillah your old self to find your real name.

Bismillah Arrahman Arraheem

Demek ki, herkese ana âşığı, baba tutkunu, bastırılmış duygular falan gibi kulplar takacağına Freud efendi de arkasını sıkıp biraz da Osmanlıca düşünmeli, yazmalı; lafa "bismillah"la başlayıp "Allah'ın dediği olur"la bitirmeli.

Plan for the worst. Hope for the best. Bismillah welcome spontaneous :)

nyalakan bijaksana melangkahlah dengan Bismillah (Alif Lam Ra)

Tidak Ada Kata Tidak Bisa Sebelum Anda Mencoba. Melangkahlah dan Teruslah Melangkah dengan Bismillah Karena Allah SWT.

Bismillah.” Then he picked up his fork. “That’s it?” Hollis wondered. “That’s it. We are a terse people. Terse, and also hungry.

say bismillah before you eat me

Maulana Rumi was reading under the shade of a tree by a river, a pile of books besides him—according to one variation he was teaching a group of his students with a pile of hand-written notes next to him— when Shams Tabriz (rah) came by. He asked Maulana what was going on and he replied ‘This is qaal (words), something you cannot understand’. Shams Tabriz then took Maulana’s precious books and threw them in the water. Maulana was aghast. Shams Tabriz then recited Bismillah and pulled the books out of the water and dusted the water off them as if he was dusting sand; the pages thus dried and Maulana saw that the ink on them had not run despite having been soaked in water. Maulana was amazed and asked incredulously, what is this. ‘This is haal (spiritual state) something you cannot understand’ replied Shams Tabriz (rah).

I give you "The Human Hymn" for the times when you feel depleted, desolate and defeated. I am the Vedanta, I am the Bible, I am the Quran, I am the God Cell. I am the Torah, I am the Suttas, I am the Hadith, I am Humanitas. I am the Son, I am Jehovah, I am the Qi, I am Bismillah. I am the Vivek, I am the Ananda, I am the Bodhi, I am the Sattva. I am the Sat, I am the Shri, I am Akaal, I am Brahmasmi. I am the Prophet, I am Aminah, I am the Mother, I am the Krishna. I am the Beginning, I am the Anth, I am the Journey, I am Ananth. I am Creation, I am the Ravager, I am Qayamat, I am the Creator.

What do you learn at school, then?" "We learn about the Prophet and his three hundred authenticated miracles,and about Abraham and Isaac and Jonah and Omar and Ali and Hind and Fatima and the saints, and sometimes the big battles of Saladin against the barbarians. And we recite the Holy Koran because we have to learn al-Fatihah by heart." "What's that?" "It's the beginning." "What's it like?" Karatavuk closed his eyes and recited:'Bismillah al-rahman al-rahim...' When he's finished he opened his eyes, and mopped his forehead. "It's difficult" he observed. "I didn't understand any of it" complained Mehmetcik. " It sounds nice though. was it language?" "Of course it was language, stupid. It's Arabic." "What's that then?" "It's what Arabs speak. And it's what God speaks, and that's why we have to learn to recite it. It's something about being merciful and the Day of Judgement and showing us the right path, and if anything is going wrong, or you're worried, or someone's sick, you just have to say al-Fatihah and everything will probably be all right." "I didn't know that God spoke language." observed Mehmetcik. Father Kristoforos speaks to him in Greek, but we don't understand that either." "What do you learn, then." "We learn more than you," answered Mehmetcik self-importantly. "We learn about Jesus Son of Mary and his miracles and St Nicholas and St Dmitri and St Menas and the saints and Abraham and Isaac and Jonah and Emperor Constantine and Alexander the Great and the Marble Emperor, and the great battles against barbarians, and the War of Independence, and we learn reading and writing and adding up and taking away and multiplication and division." "Don't you learn al-Fatihah,then?" "When things go wrong we say 'Kyrie elesion'. and we've got a proper prayer as well." "What's that like?" Mehmetcik screwed up his eyes in unconcious imitation of his friend, and recited: 'Pater imon, o en tois ouranis, agiasthito to onoma sou, eltheto i vasileia sou..' When Mehmetcik has finished, Karatavuk asked, "What's that about, then? is that some kind of language?" "It's Greek. It's what we speak to God.I don't know exactly what it means, it's something about our father who is in heaven and forgive us our daily bread, and led us not into temptation, but it doesn't matter if we don't understand it, because God does" "Maybe," pondered Karatavuk, " Greek and Arabic are actually the same language, and that's how God understands us, like sometimes I'm Abdul and sometimes I'm Karatavuk, and sometimes you're Nico and sometimes you're Mehmetcik, but it's two names and there's only one me and there's only one you, so it might be all one language that's called Greek sometimes and Arabic sometimes.

It’s one thing building a cloister to reflect the 768 of the numerological Bismillah, it’s another planning a giant alphabet out of an entire city before you’ve even built your first mosque.’ ‘It is, but remember, Sinan was chief architect and city planner at the time of the conquest of Cairo. He practised on that city; demolishing and building where he liked. I have no doubt that he was already forming the idea of a sacred geometry. His first building as Architect of the Abode of Felicity was the Haseki Hürrem Mosque for the Kadin Roxelana. Not his greatest work by any means, and he was working from existing designs, but it was identifiable as his first mature work. There’s a story in his autobiography Tezkiretül Bünyan that while he was surveying the site he noticed that children were pulling live fish from a grating in the street. When he went to investigate he discovered an entire Roman cistern down there. Perhaps it was this that inspired him to realize his vision. Hidden water. The never-ceasing stream of Hurufism.

Bismillah al rahman al Rahim,” he replied. In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate. Harvath knew the phrase. Every chapter in the Quran, except for the ninth, began with it. “Ash-hadu an laa ilaaha illallah,” he continued. “Wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan rasulullah.” I bear witness that there is no god except Allah. And I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.

I am the Vedanta, I am the Bible, I am the Quran, I am the God Cell. I am the Torah, I am the Suttas, I am the Hadith, I am Humanitas. I am the Son, I am Jehovah, I am the Qi, I am Bismillah. I am the Vivek, I am the Ananda, I am the Bodhi, I am the Sattva. I am the Sat, I am the Shri, I am Akaal, I am Brahmasmi. I am the Prophet, I am Aminah, I am the Mother, I am the Krishna. I am the Beginning, I am the Anth, I am the Journey, I am Ananth. I am Creation, I am the Ravager, I am Qayamat, I am the Creator.

a. I retain the ordinary translation of the particle ba, but I must warn the reader that the sense of this particle is not the same in Arabic as the sense of the word in in the equivalent phrase in the name of God. In, in the latter case, signifies on account of, whereas the ba in Arabic signifies by, or through, or, to be more exact, with the assistance of. The phrase is in fact equivalent to: I seek the assistance of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful (AH). Hence it is that a Muslim is required to begin every important affair with Bismillah. b. Allah,

Letter from God (An Autobiographical Sonnet) Some people chant Bismillah, Some people chant Bhagvan. Some people call me Lord God, I'm actually very much human. Seek me in church and temple, I shall elude you for time eternal. All churches are without God, But God cannot be without human. Above all hagiographies, human is real, There's nothing more divine than human. Godliness unfolds only through humanness, Only sin in the world is the sin of division. Secularism is not a rejection of religion, secularism is inoculation against fundamentalism. Religion is not the search for a mythical deity, but the realization of oneness within every human.

Bohemian Rhapsody" Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine Body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo Galileo Figaro Magnifico-o-o-o-o I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go!) Will not let you go (Let me go!) Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go) Oh oh oh oh No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia (Mamma mia, let me go) Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here Ooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows Freddie Mercury, A Night At The Opera (1975)

Jedna stara poslovica glasi: „Malo mu je trebalo da stigne, samo da se nije puno okretao iza sebe!“ Provjeri da li je ispravno, očisti nijjet, reci „Bismillah“ i ne osvrći se na prigovore dangubičara, u protivnom, i za tebe će biti rečeno isto.

And the more I say the Bismillah, the more it seems necessary. It is instinctive, important. It reminds me of the vastness of I, a mobile dot under the spread diaphragm of a ceaseless heaven.

And the more I say the _Bismillah_, the more it seems necessary. It is instinctive, important. It reminds me of the vastness of I, a mobile dot under the spread diaphragm of a ceaseless heaven.

When I was a little girl, my father and I had a nightly ritual. After I’d said my twenty-one Bismillahs and he had tucked me into bed, he would sit at my side and pluck bad dreams from my head with his thumb and forefinger. His fingers would hop from my forehead to my temples, patiently searching behind my ears, at the back of my head, and he’d make a pop sound—like a bottle being uncorked—with each nightmare he purged from my brain. He stashed the dreams, one by one, into an invisible sack in his lap and pulled the drawstring tightly. He would then scour the air, looking for happy dreams to replace the ones he had sequestered away. I watched as he cocked his head slightly and frowned, his eyes roaming side to side, like he was straining to hear distant music. I held my breath, waiting for the moment when my father’s face unfurled into a smile, when he sang, Ah, here is one, when he cupped his hands, let the dream land in his palms like a petal slowly twirling down from a tree. Gently, then, so very gently—my father said all good things in life were fragile and easily lost—he would raise his hands to my face, rub his palms against my brow and happiness into my head.

Bismillah as proof:

Bismillah her hayrın başıdır. Biz dahi başta ona başlarız. Bil ey nefsim, şu mübarek kelime İslâm nişanı olduğu gibi, bütün mevcûdâtın lisan-ı haliyle vird-i zebanıdır.

Anadollaku ne mesalle Ka ndenjur si nje ka Po ha edhe po ha, Shembet me pilaf, Fruhet me hoshaf; S`ka kohe te flase Hedhe sa te pelcase: Llop nje bakllava, Llop nje hallva, Llop nje revani, Llop muhalebi. Therret:-Hic jemedum! – O burra, bre dudum! Kerkon nje syltjac, Porosit nje kulac, Rremben nje bugace, – Te rrembec nje kapace! Te tere per nje darke, Te tera ne nje barke! Kur lodhet sa ngjinjet, Pushon e shtrihet Shtrihet dudumi Dhe na e ze gjumi. Neser kur te zgjohet E, me “bismil-lah”, Prape pilaf E prap hoshaf. “Qebap boll-boll Koxha Anadoll!” More dudum kokekungull Gojebuall e barkrrumbull Thuame, te rente pika! C`te duhet ty politika? Hiq, more dudum dore, hajde Te te kllasem ne nje kade Plot me mjalt`e me recel Ha pi e kurre mos del.

We don't have the luxury to say that, there is no hope for reform in Islam, because by saying this, we would be disavowing the entire peace-loving Muslim population of the world. We cannot leave our Muslim sisters and brothers behind to be oppressed by their own priestly tyrants, while the rest of the world keeps progressing with an open mind. The entire civilized society of the world, must put their heart and soul to get Islam liberated from the shackles of fundamentalism. Conscience must triumph over orthodox barbarianism, otherwise there would be no hope for the progress and wellbeing of humanity as a truly wise species.

Algunos me llaman Bismillah, Algunos me llaman el Señor. Algunos me llaman Lord God, En realidad soy muy humano. Búscame en la iglesia y en el templo, te eludiré por el tiempo eterno. Las iglesias pueden estar sin Dios, pero no hay Dios sin el ser humano. Por encima de las hagiografías, lo humano es real - no hay nada más divino que lo humano. La piedad se revela a través de la humanidad, Sólo hay un pecado: el pecado de división. El secularismo no es un rechazo de la religión, El secularismo es una vacuna contra el fundamentalismo. La religión no es la búsqueda de una deidad mítica, sino la realización de la unidad dentro del ser humano.

Once upon a time, there lived a devout woman who always uttered “Bismillah” (In the name of Allah) before undertaking any action. She wholeheartedly believed that by doing so, Allah would protect her and guide her in all she does. One day, her neighbour entrusted her with a valuable ring before leaving on a trip. The woman recited “Bismillah” and placed the ring in her cupboard, confident that Allah would keep it safe. Her husband, growing increasingly irritated by his wife’s constant invocation of “Bismillah”, sought to challenge her faith. He secretly removed the ring from the cupboard and tossed it into a river, intending to confront her about the ring later that day, fully expecting it to be lost. However, Allah’s plans were different. That very afternoon, the woman went to the market to buy fish. As she cleaned the fish at home, she discovered the missing ring in the fish’s stomach. Surprised, she returned the ring to the cupboard, once again saying “Bismillah”. When her husband asked about

Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Consider the Sun in its radiant brightness. And the Moon as she reflects. Consider the day as it reveals the world and the night as it veils it darkly. Consider the sky and its wondrous structure and the earth and all its expanse. Consider the sky and its wondrous structure and the earth and all its expanse. Consider the human soul and the order and proportion given to it and how it is imbued with moral failings as well as with consciousness of God. Truly, the one who purifies it shall reach a happy state and the one who corrupts it shall truly be lost. [Surah ash-Shams 91:1-10]

Like this cousin of mine who unfailingly mutters before the first sip of his favourite whiskey, ‘Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim...’ ¬¬¬¬¬ – ‘In the name of the creator, the merciful and compassionate...’ – as if by force of habit. A very perplexing invocation to the very god who forbids it, that sure would leave Him wondering, “What the heck was that all about, son?” That irony is my clan, in a nutshell.

Num, orang beriman itu tandanya mengucap "Laa Ilaaha Illallah saat memperoleh kenyataan seburuk apapun. Semenyakitkan apapun. Boleh terjatuh, tersungkur, terpuruk, tapi jangan lama-lama. Tumitmu harus dijengkalkan lagi, angkat badanmu, dan berdiri tegak seraya berseru "bismillah". Sambut perkara yang lain, jemput urusan yang menanti. Tuhan di atas sana, pastilah salut kepada kita.

Ramadan Sonnet Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim doesn't mean, God is merciful only to the muslim. The spirit of godliness that we hold within, is meant to light up the world as our kin. Fasting and feasting all turn mere futile choir, If, for whatever reason, life is distant from life. Celebration of Ramadan is celebration of rahmat*, Ramadan without *compassion is Ramadan without life. Ramadan is not a muslim festival, Ramadan is a human festival. Ramadan is a reminder to rekindle our light, Ramadan is the end of all feelings uncharitable. None of us will have faith till we wish for our neighbor as we wish for ourselves (Hadith 13). The reward for goodness is goodness itself (Q55:60).

I am the Vedanta, I am the Bible, I am the Quran, I am the God Cell. I am the Torah, I am the Suttas, I am the Hadith, I am Humanitas. I am the Son, I am Jehovah, I am the Qi, I am Bismillah. I am the Vivek, I am the Ananda, I am the Bodhi, I am the Sattva.

Integration is Illumination (The Sonnet) Asato ma sad gamaya*, Benevolence is bismillah. Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya**, Mind is the mightiest menorah. Luz, lux, noor - light by any name, Brings the same illumination. And what is this mythical light, If not an act of collective ascension! Light is not the absence of darkness, Light is the absence of indifference. Darkness is symptom, coldness is the sickness, Once we treat coldness, we'll treat all darkness. I repeat, light by any name brings the same illumination. If not now, when will we put an end to this dehumanization! (*Let's rise from ignorance to truth. **Let's rise from darkness to light.)

That's all any of us can do, in the end. Say bismillah, and try.