Irfan Quotes

A tenacious grip on our own ideals, irrespective of hurdles, would propel us towards self-actualization!

Teman, cobalah untuk selalu mengingat setiap kebaikan dan kebahagiaan yg kita miliki. Simpanlah semua itu di dalam kekokohan hati kita agar tak ada yg mampu menghapusnya. Torehkan kenangan bahagia itu agar tak ada angin kesedihan yg mampu melenyapkannya.

Ketika kamu melontarkan sesuatu dalam kemarahan, kata-katamu meninggalkan bekas seperti lubang di hati orang lain. Kamu dapat menusukkan pisau itu. Tetapi, tidak peduli berapa kali kamu akan meminta maaf, luka itu akan tetap ada. Dan, luka karena kata-kata adalah sama buruknya dengan luka fisik

Sometimes when you are sad enough , your soul becomes ghost for you.

You make the world come alive. You make the world colorful. You are the inspiration behind all that happens. You are the pillar of strength to many around you, the centrifugal force of your own little world, called family. I love being a women and celebrate being one everyday, hope you all do too!! And to all those who battle their various circumstances, the hurdles, the sacrifices and the compromises they make, wish them all inner strength! Happy Women's Day!

Tread the path one has walked, before stoning them!

If you tell a lie long enough, it becomes real. Then the lie no longer exists and all you're left with is your version of the truth.

From it genesis twelve hundred years ago to today, Islamic philosophy (al-hikmah; al-falsafah) has been one of the major intellectual traditions within the Islamic world, and it has influenced and been influenced by many other intellectual perspectives, including Scholastic theology (kalam) and doctrinal Sufism (al-ma'rifah or al-tasawwuf al-'ilmi) and theoretical gnosis ('irfan-i nazari).

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow.

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon Mede Farz Fareezay, Hajj, Zakataan Soum Salaat Azaan Vi Toon Meri Zohd Ibadat Ta’at Taqwa Ilm Vi Toon Irfan Vi Toon Mera Zikr Vi Toon Meda Fikr Vi Toon Mera Zouq Vi Toon Wajdan Vi Toon Meda Sanwal Mithra Shaam Saloona Mun Mohan Janaan Vi Toon Meda Murshid Haadi Peer Tareeqat Shaikh Haqaa’iq Daan Vi Toon Meda Aas Ummed Te Khattaya Wattaya Takia Maan Taran Vi Toon Mera Dharam Vi Toon Meda Bharam Vi Toon Meda Sharam Vi Toon Meda Shaan Vi Toon Meda Dukh Sukh Ro’wan Khilan Vi Toon Meda Dard Vi Toon Darmaan Vi Toon Meda Khushiyan Da Asbaab Vi Toon Mede Soolaan Da Samaan Vi Toon Mera Husn Te Bhaag Suhaag Vi Toon Meda Bakht Te Naam Nishaan Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon

Everybody hates lies even the liars themselves

bahkan terkadang kita rela mengorbankan suara hati kita demi meraih persetujuan orang lain

Strength is wearing a smile even when you are wailing inside!

You can dress up Hate but you can’t stop its stench

Death, even violent, terrifying death, was a virtue compared to this.

This for me was home, and for the visitors, Kashmir".

A writer […] is poor in any country; he is only rich in spirit and in the satisfaction of having concluded an intellectual feat.

It was the first time I had let go of my inhibitions in aeons. She had the key to the cage of propriety in which I had imprisoned myself. I was introduced to a lifestyle of decadence.

A whole new life at fifty, all because I had become entranced with both the Turkish culture and with Kazim—who one friend called a careening festival of a human being and another called an alcoholic Kurdish carpet salesman. I called him a catalyst.

What came to me then was the voice of my paternal grandmother. She had told me once that every time Bego or Irfan returned to Bosnia to visit, they seemed to her like different people. Unrecognizable. She had blamed this on America... I saw a young man sitting alone in a plastic chair, white-knuckle and wide-eyed and zit-faced, happy and perplexed, and I knew why my grandmother couldn't recognize her own son, why I was wielding a stranger's hand. I knew that someone new would get off this plastic chair and board a plane to Los Angeles and that all the while an 18-year-old Ismet would remain forever in the city under siege, in the midst of a war that would never end. (p.18)

Remember that you told me that a monsoon doesn't discriminate? Rich or poor, kind or cruel, we are all equal in the monsoon. And yet we carry on as normal! We go to school, market stalls open and close, we play cricket, we laugh. Meanwhile, the monsoon gathers. We are all liars, Ma. We are all great deceivers. I am a liar but I'm not the only one.

UNTRUSTWORTHINESS is a viewpoint. Depends which side of the fence you are viewing from!

Sometime it last in love but sometime it hurt in stead.

Love of the written word. Nurture yet disseminate. ‪Accept and respect‬ people with a different viewpoint. Laugh if you must but spare the flint!

Tomorrow awaits to become yesterday. Remnant shall only be a smile, a frown or a tear! Let's store what we may!

Entangled cobwebs of my mind keep me awake at night! Need to get back to sm serious writing again!

Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don't feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains!

The repentance for my sins against morality was enough to blacken my soul.

Doubt, Scarlet, is the scourge of magick.

Death perishes the body; pain perishes the soul.

Consequences are part of one's life. You can't run away from them, but simply face them.

I have already spent a hundred lifetimes alone, and what long lifetimes they have been.

Yesterday's tomorrow brought us close.... Tomorrow's yesterday pulled us apart again. Between yesterdays and tomorrows, a life lived ! We blossomed and wilted, blossomed and wilted again !

There is always a choice,' I whispered. Looking at the storm-flared sky, my heart filled up like a sinking boat, sadness welling up faster than I could ship it out with my cupped hands. 'You choose to come after me even though you knew it would cause you trouble.' 'I'll always be your friend,' replied Manjeet in a low voice. 'We just can't be friends. I'm sorry. I have to go.

There is something so elemental, so primeval about human tears that the sound of them causes ripples and tremors to course up and down the spine and through the bloodstream; and my own tears, that day, had just that effect upon me.

No one has yet demonstrated Iraq’s compliance with its disarmament obligations, nor has anyone ever accounted for its missing weapons stocks, much less disputed that they are missing. Nor has anyone conclusively explained why a nation under sanctions for failing to comply with its disarmament obligations was for twelve years incapable of documenting its supposed compliance after claiming to comply. And yet somehow, in a truly Orwellian inversion, the burden for finding Iraqi WMDs has become ours, not Iraq’s, to discharge.

Patriotism can results in racism

A more interesting question was asked by a small boy, who had been brought along by his elder sister: ‘You’re a Muslim,’ he said to the fast bowler Irfan Pathan, ‘so why aren’t you playing for Pakistan?

Soon we slid into the long length of the Black Sea, and the Bosporus with all its memories lay far behind. One bade it adieu, as regretful, as sentimental an adieu as though one would never again return to its blue waters.

We are the restless living, our names are not haloed by nostalgia.

I wish I had the words to paint the strange enchantment of İzmir: the little crooked streets with their air of secrecy and squalor; the haphazard shops in the side ways; the open carriages and the noisy trams and the hooting of the boats, overriding all other sounds; the casinos fronting the harbor, with the never ending strains of music issuing from them; the hot sunlight and the blue sky and the golden sands, the tree-lined roads and the wistaria and bougainvillaea that hangs everywhere like a scented purple curtain.

We reached the big rock fortress of Amasya; the slender charm of minarets came into view; and we halted by the wooden bridge on the Yeşil Irmak, a river that flows through the center of the city.

Communities/individuals often compare the “best” in their own faith tradition with the “worst” in other’s religion.

In the quranic usage, jihad does not appear to mean warfare, let alone “holy war” (El Fadl 2006). The word for a necessary (not “holy”) war is harb (or qitāl). In the entire Arabic literature for all the centuries of Islam’s presence, not a single credible reference to the term “holy war” can be found, which in Arabic would be “harb al-muqaddasah.” Such an expression is absent from the Qur’an as well as Muslim writings on the subject of war. In “Islamic theology war is never holy; it is either justified or not…” (El Fadl 2002, 19). Perhaps the first usage of this term “holy war” in any language may have been the one adopted by the crusaders in the middle ages.

The point is to live, my boy. Live your life, come what may, and leave the rest to fate.

There is no need for this ‘fluid situation,’ as you say,” he said. “The system only works if we catch the guy,” Ballard said. “Don’t you see? Stopping the card from being used is only part of it. That protects your corporate client. It doesn’t protect Mrs. Lantana, who had someone inside her house.” “I am sorry,” the supervisor said. “I cannot help you without documentation from the courts. It is our protocol.” “What is your name?” “My name is Irfan.” “Where are you, Irfan?” “How do you mean?” “Are you in Mumbai? Delhi? Where?” “I am in Mumbai, yes.” “And that’s why you don’t give a shit. Because this guy’s never going to come into your house and steal your wallet in Mumbai. Thanks very much.” She stepped back into the kitchen and hung up the phone before the useless supervisor could respond.

Ci sono certe cose, nel cuore, che non muoiono, e gli amori della prima infanzia sono gli amori più forti.

Ma non è cosa oziosa dire che il cuore, l'animo e lo spirito di un bambino possono essere spezzati [...] L'amore può morire altrettanto facilmente, se non più amaramente, nel cuore di un bambino che in quello di un adulto.

...perché anche una persona della stessa carne e dello stesso sangue può essere, crudelmente, del tutto inconsapevole del dolore che provoca.

Blood, sex, death. Love, hate; power thrives in the throes of all passions. And power is notoriously enamouring

Humans aren’t meant to go that long without feeling the embrace of sunlight. But I wasn’t human anymore. I never really had been.

Nehru repeatedly said that nationalism as articulated in cultural or religious terms is too narrow and parochial to solve the big problems that the country was facing. However, this economic nationalism was distinctly different from the one which was coterminous with the rise of imperialism.

Buraya gelirken yolda, dağ başında bir oduncu çocuğa rasgeldim. On yaşında var mıydı, yok muydu, bilmem. Fakat, gözlerinin içine baktığım zaman öyle ufaldım ki başımı öne eğmeye mecbur oldum. Çocuk o kadar büyük bir hayat tecrübesiyle yüklü ve o kadar içten gelen bir irfan ile kavruktu ki, bunun karşısında bütün bildiğim ve öğrendiğim şeylerin hiçliğini anladım.

No one seemed to know how Ganesha had escaped from Kondvilkar’s clutches or, for that matter, how he had ended up with Irfan. From the boy there came only a simple explanation. ‘Ganesha found me and brought me home. If you will permit me to stay, I will never leave again.

Once, when İrfan had asked him what kind of crime was most common in Anatolia, the judge had startled him. İrfan had expected the answer to be homicide or larceny, but the old man told him that it was incest. “Since the girls in the case are ashamed and embarrassed, these incidents are usually not brought before the law. For instance, after a young man gets married and leaves for his military service, his father begins to harass the young bride. Uncles and in-laws rape their nieces. Unfortunately, such incidents are common, and in the end, it’s always the women who pay, either by committing suicide or being murdered.

Human beings were chameleons, with the ability to survive by adapting to their surroundings. Yet some were incompetent, like himself. İrfan was a chameleon who was ready to try everything to adapt to his environment but who struggled in vain to change color—an incompetent chameleon.

A common sense of rhythm has more significance for a nation than its flag,” thought İrfan. Not melody but rhythm—it is rhythm that distinguishes cultures.

İrfan could not easily give orders to the housemaids. He felt embarrassed to summon these servants and tell them to bring him a beer while all he was doing was sitting with his feet up.

Stars, Seas, Mountains, Bridges, Roads and Tunnels Are Manmade.

Some sentences have the right to change our minds, don’t you think?

The Pancreas – Stays Calm Deep Inside, But Viciously Aggressive When Teased

What we seek whole-heartedly shall manage to make inroads into lives

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وہ شوخ چشم، مشک بدن کون لے گیا میرےتتار تیرے ہرن کون لے گیا گلیاں خموش، راہ گزاریں اداس ہیں کوچہ نوردیوں کی لگن کون لے گیا اب چاند کوئی بام سے ہوتا نہیں طلوع غرفوں سے جھانکنے کا چلن کون لے گیا جو روز جھانکتی تھی کواڑوں کی اوٹ سے اے بند کھڑکیو! وہ کرن کون لے گیا وہ رت جگوں کے چاہنے والے کہاں گئے ہنگامہ ہائے شعر وسخن کون لے گیا ( عرفان صدیقی، ، سخن اباد، کلیات صفحات 140 تا 142)

It’s about when to stop,” said Irfan. “Stop what?” “Stop looking for a house, a spouse, a job. A secretary,” he said. “Knowing when you’ve found the right one. The best one. Or do you always question if a better one is out there? As long as you’re doing that, no progress is possible. A decision must be made, even if it’s imperfect.

Saying “I slept around with a bunch of random people in my 20s and now I’m happily married so it’s fine,” is the same as saying…. “I was addicted to drugs for a decade and now I’m clean, so it’s fine.” I’m glad it turned out well for you but these comments are destructive for the future generations to hear. They gloss over the consequences. I’m happy junkies can get help and become clean, but do we need to add that to conversations with our teens and young adults? “You can always get help later and get clean and turn out just fine!!” Hashtag: There is Life after cocaine! No, we don’t. Why? Because these statements don’t take into account the long term opportunity cost & consequences of your actions. The woman who gives away her body to random men without any legal, spiritual claiming and forever commitment from her partner- LOST a lot. Sure she can stop a decade later and hopefully rebuild her life. But we can’t discount her suffering. The hormonal effects of having multiple partners. The health issues resulting from hormonal birth control. The loss of self esteem and confidence. The questioning of her own worthiness. The changes to her physical and energetic body. The mental anguish of thinking “what’s wrong with me”. The repeated activation of the abandonment wound. Having to grieve “relationships” that never even existed! The loss of trust in masculine energy and MEN! The creation of stories and neural pathways that will take years of inner work! And the changes to her DNA.

The book sensitively deals with dilemma of a Muslim woman trapped between orthodox relatives and the western society with different ethos. The defence by Daniel of Nadia and her dilemma is apt and nuanced. The novel captures different shades of attitudes in the west regarding Islam. IT points to the need for more dialogue and better understanding. Irfan Engineer, Director, Centre for Study of Society and Secularism, Mumbai

Şiilik; Bu İslam anlayışında Fars kültür unsuru hakimdir. Alevilik; Temeli Kur'an ve Ehl-i Beyt'in yüksek ahlak ve faziletleri olmakla birlikte, Anadolu kültürü ve Anadolu uygarlığının, aynı zamanda erenlerin, velilerin irfanı ile yoğrulmuş, sufilerin tasavvufi İslam yorumu ve inancıdır. (...) Alevilik erenlerin inanç ve irfan dehasıyla geniş bir alanı kapsar. Alevilik evrenseldir. Alevilikte; ikrar, iman, ilim, bilgi, birikim ve engin bir dünya görüşü hakimdir.

Adversity tries You Before it tries the rest

Even the easiest things tend to be hard at times.

I do believe in freedom of speech, but then there is/are limitation(s) to everything.

There is no God but Allah Muhammad (p.b.u.h) is the Messenger of Allah

i'm dissolving in, fading in the deep hues of the fake painting (world). ~F_hD/

Today, most Khaches in Srinagar prefer to be called “Kashmiri,” and they bristle at any implication that they are Tibetan. As one Tibetan Muslim explained, “In Tibet we are called Kashmiris and in Kashmir we are being called Tibetan.”113 When asked to comment further by a Kashmiri newspaper reporter, one elder Khache explained, “We are basically Kashmiri, but people still call us Tibetans, which hurts us.”114 Another puts an even a sharper edge to his response, “Don’t call us Tibetans. We are not refugees. We are Kashmiris.”115 One could perhaps dismiss these responses as a reflection of lingering fears from a bygone era if such distinctions did not remain of consequence. When asked, many younger Kashmiris expressed disbelief and even exasperation about their parents’ or grandparents’ decision to settle in Kashmir, a place where they were unwelcome, even as other Khaches lead relatively more prosperous lives in Kathmandu, Kalimpong, and Darjeeling. Like many second-generation immigrants, this younger generation feels only a distant tie to their grandparents’ homeland. “Even if tomorrow Tibet might be liberated from China, we will stay here only,” said twenty-year-old Irfan Trumboo.

Sanki sizin gözlerinizden zekâ fışkırıyor, öyle mi ha! Sanki ilim irfan sahibisiniz de cilt cilt kitaplar yazdınız! Şeddeli eşşekler sizi! Okumanız yazmanız bile yok! Ben de, Cahiliye Devri’nin Hazreti Peygamber ile bittiğini sanırdım.