Syed Quotes

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat

ইউরোপে cold blooded খুন হয়, ভারতবর্ষে কোল্ড-ব্লাডেড্ বিয়ে হয়।

যে ব্যামোর দেখবেন সাতান্ন রকমের ওষুধ, বুঝে নেবেন, সে ব্যামো ওষুধে সারে না।

ভেবে-চিন্তে অগ্রপশ্চাৎ বিবেচনা করে বই কেনে সংসারী লোক। পাঁড় পাঠক বই কেনে প্রথমে দাঁত-মুখ খিঁচিয়ে, তারপর চেখে চেখে সুখ করে করে, এবং সর্বশেষে সে কেনে ক্ষ্যাপার মত, এবং চুর হয়ে থাকে মধ্যিখানে। এই একমাত্র ব্যসন, একমাত্র নেশা যার দরুন সকালবেলা চোখের সামনে সারে সারে গোলাপি হাতি দেখতে হয় না, লিভার পচে পটল তুলতে হয় না।

পৃথিবীর আর সব সভ্য জাত যতই চোখের সংখ্যা বাড়াতে ব্যস্ত, আমরা ততই আরব্য-উপন্যাসের এক-চোখা দৈত্যের মতো ঘোঁৎ ঘোঁৎ করি আর চোখ বাড়াবার কথা তুললেই চোখ রাঙাই। চোখ বাড়াবার পন্থাটা কী? প্রথমত : বই পড়া এবং তার জন্য দরকার বই কেনার প্রবৃত্তি।

কিন্তু বাঙালি আর কিছু পারুক না পারুক,বাজে তর্কে খুব মজবুত ।

Today I meet with Dr. Syamsuddin Arif. He said Prof. al-Attas says, "I don't read much but I think a lot

If you took the monsters' point of view, everything they did made perfect sense. The trick was learning to think like a monster.

Falling in love is like holding a candle. Initially it lightens up the world around you. Then it starts melting and hurt you. Finally it goes off and everything is darker than ever and all you are left with is the.. BURN!

Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.

আইন মানুষকে এক পাপের জন্য সাজা দেয় একবার, সমাজ কতবার, কত বৎসর ধরে দেয় তার সন্ধান কোনো কেতাবে লেখা নেই, কোনো বৃহস্পতিও জানেন না।

বহুদিন ধরে সাবান ছিল না বলে আবদুর রহমানের পাগড়ী ময়লা। কিন্তু আমার মনে হল চতুর্দিকের বরফের চেয়ে শুভ্রতর আবদুর রহমানের পাগড়ী, আর শুভ্রতম আবদুর রহমানের হৃদয়!

Do not show the face of Islam to others; instead show your face as the follower of true Islam representing character, knowledge, tolerance and piety

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet" Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling). Where are you riding, Dolores Haze? What make is the magic carpet? Is a Cream Cougar the present craze? And where are you parked, my car pet? Who is your hero, Dolores Haze? Still one of those blue-capped star-men? Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays, And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen! Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts! Are you still dancin', darlin'? (Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts, And I, in my corner, snarlin'). Happy, happy is gnarled McFate Touring the States with a child wife, Plowing his Molly in every State Among the protected wild life. My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair, And never closed when I kissed her. Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert? Are you from Paris, mister? L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita; Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying. Officer, officer, there they go-- In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores. Officer, officer, there they are-- Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out and take cover. Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety pounds is all she weighs With a height of sixty inches. My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.

Tonight, It's not about You, Tonight It's about Me, It's about How Your absence, troubles me, It's about How i hide all of this Hurt . Tonight it's not about Love, Tonight it's about separations, it's about How i write, to remember You, it's about How i remember You, through all of Myself .

কিন্তু বই কিনে কেউ তো কখনো দেউলে হয়নি।

Justice and injustice indeed begins and ends with the self.

যে ডাক্তার যত বড় তার হাতের লেখা তত খারাপ

paagalpan hamesha naa asoodah arzoo sy payda hota hai- Bano Qudsia

Dalam perjalanannya dengan kuda berlangsung berhari-hari, setelah rehat, beliau membaca buku-buku ilmiah yang dibawanya. Membaca, bergaul dengan ahli-ahli ilmu pengetahuan adalah matlamat penting dalam program hidup Sultan Salahuddin al-Ayubi.

People who think love can happen twice, actually never fell in it the first time.

মানুষের ভক্তি যতই গভীর হোক, সেটা অতল নয়-গভীরতম মহা-সমুদ্রেরও তল আছে।

To know how to put what knowledge in which place is wisdom (hikmah). Otherwise, knowledge without order and seeking it without discipline does lead to confusion and hence to injustice to one's self.

I never met a pig I didn't like. All pigs are intelligent, emotional, and sensitive souls. They all love company. They all crave contact and comfort. Pigs have a delightful sense of mischief; most of them seem to enjoy a good joke and appreciate music. And that is something you would certainly never suspect from your relationship with a pork chop.

Ciri-ciri kesan Islam pada sejarah sesuatu bangsa harus dicari bukan pada perkara-perkara atau sesuatu yang zahir mudah ternampak oleh mata kepala, akan tetapi lebih pada perkara-perkara yang terselip tersembunyi dari pandangan biasa, seperti pemikiran sesuatu bangsa yang biasa terkandung dalam bahasa.

Go out into the world where your heart calls you. The blessings will come, I promise you that. I wish for you the insight to recognize the blessings as such, and sometimes it's hard. But you'll know it's a blessing if you are enriched and transformed by the experience. So be ready. There are great souls and teachers everywhere. It's your job to recognize them.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n'en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur. Parcourez-le, décrivez-le : quelque soin que vous mettiez à le parcourir, à le décrire ; quelques nombreux et intéressés que soient les explorateurs de cette mer, il s'y rencontrera toujours un lieu vierge, un antre inconnu, des fleurs, des perles, des monstres, quelque chose d'inouï, oublié par les plongeurs littéraires.

La plupart des gens ne meurent qu'au dernier moment ; d'autres commencent et s'y prennent vingt ans d'avance et parfois davantage.

Knowing someone who belongs to another species can enlarge your soul in surprising ways.

Definisi epistemologis yang paling tepat untuk ilmu, dengan Allah Subhanallahu wa Ta'ala sebagai sumbernya, ialah tibanya (husul) makna (ma'na) sesuatu benda atau objek ilmu ke dalam jiwa. Dengan memandang jiwa sebagai penafsir maka ilmu adalah tibanya (wusul) diri (jiwa) kepada makna sesuatu hal atau suatu objek ilmu.

It's not love that you hate, it's the loved one who betrayed.

ভাবিলাম দুঃখের কারণ যদি এক না হয়, তবে গভীর দুঃখগ্রস্থ দুটি লোকের মত অপিরিচিত আর কেউ নাই।পাশাপাশি বসিয়াও দুইজনের মধ্যে যেন আসমান-জমিনের প্রভেদ।

Prof. Syed Muhammad Naquib Al-Attas, seorang pemikir yang dikenal cukup baik oleh dunia pemikiran Barat maupun Islam, memandang problem terberat yang dihadapi manusia dewasa ini adalah hegemoni dan dominasi keilmuan sekular Barat yang mengarah pada kehancuran umat manusia. (Kebingungan Liberalisme, hal.3)

Man is like an island set in isolation in a fathomless sea enveloped by darkness, saying that the loneliness his self knows is so utterly absolute because even he knows not his self completely.

Just about every animal,” Scott says—not just mammals and birds—“can learn, recognize individuals, and respond to empathy.

Well, it doesn’t work. Lowering standards just leads to poorly educated students who feel entitled to easy work and lavish praise.

Love is the highest and best use of a life.

A lion is a mammal like us; an octopus is put together completely differently, with three hearts, a brain that wraps around its throat, and a covering of slime instead of hair. Even their blood is a different color from ours; it’s blue, because copper, not iron, carries its oxygen.

The self,” Blackmore writes, “is just a fleeting impression that arises with each experience and fades away again. . . . There is no inner self,” she argues, “only multiple parallel processes that give rise to a benign inner delusion—a useful fiction.” She argues that consciousness itself is a fiction.

Sa zor eshte ti futesh tjetrit ne zemer,ne koke! Po t'u shkruhej njerezve ne sy e ne fytyre mendimi , shpirti, rruga, puna, qellimi atehere bota do te kishte marr tjeter drejtim....Po shume fytyra jane si nata...dhe hajde kupto te lutem,se c'mbulon dhe c'fsheh nata!

Les êtres humains sont très attachés à tout ce qu'ils croient. Ils ne cherchent pas la vérité, ils veulent seulement une certaine forme d'équilibre, et ils arrivent à se bâtir un monde à peu près cohérent sur la base de leurs croyances. Cela les rassure, et ils s'y accrochent inconsciemment

আমার চাকরের নাম কাট্টু, কেননা সে পকেট কাটে, মাছের মাথা কাটে, আর প্রয়োজন হলে মনিবের মাথা কাটে।

It is your own will to understand things, that makes you sensible.Education is just a fair chance.

My heart always knew, you're the dew, my dry soul would never adieu.. but I still don't know why I let you go and waited all my life just for you.

Le génocide est une marée noire, ceux qui ne s’y sont pas noyés sont mazoutés à vie. Parfois,

Volumes of history written in the ancient alphabet of G and C, A and T.

I am still learning how to be a good creature. Though I try earnestly, I often fail. But I am having a great life trying...

Justice implies knowledge of the right and proper place for a thing or a being to be; of right as against wrong; of the mean and limit; of spiritual gain as against loss; of truth as against falsehood.

Islam is a religion based upon knowledge, and a denial of the possibility and objectivity of knowledge would involve the destruction of the fundamental basis upon which not only the religion, but all the sciences are rooted.

Ibarat manusia tanpa keperibadian, universiti moden tidak mempunyai pusat yang sangat penting dan tetap, tidak ada prinsip-prinsip utama yang tetap, yang menjelaskan tujuan akhirnya. Ia tetap menganggap dirinya memikirkan hal-hal universal dan bahkan menyatakan memiliki fakulti dan jurusan sebagaimana layaknya tubuh suatu organ - tetapi ia tidak memiliki otak, jangan akal (intellect) dan jiwa, kecuali oleh dalam suatu fungsi pengurusan murni untuk pemeliharaan dan perkembangan jasmani. Perkembangannya tidak dibimbing oleh suatu prinsip yang akhir dan tujuan yang jelas, kecuali oleh prinsip nisbi yang mendorong mengejar ilmu tanpa henti dan tujuan yang jelas.

...being with someone is an acquired skill. There is an art to it. Basically, you have to watch your partner take a chisel - or a war hammer, depending on the day - and chip away at the ideal version of them that you've created in your mind. The person you fall in love with is always slightly different from the person you need to stay in love with. More real and more flawed, but also more complex and better defined.

Nothing the night said about the morning turned out to be true.

Creativity is, in many respects, a response.

I am saying that you should read everyone else's story with the same respect as you do your own.

Si la ville était une illusion, la campagne serait une émotion sans cesse grandissante ; chaque jour qui s'y lève rappelle l'aube de l'humanité, chaque soir s'y amène comme une paix définitive.

Konsep "manusia baik" dalam islam tidak hanya "baik" dalam pengertian sosial seperti difahami orang pada umumnya,tetapi ia juga mesti pertama baik terhadap dirinya,tidak berlaku zalim(tidak adil)terhadap dirinya.Sekiranya ia tidak dapat adil terhadap dirinya,bagaimana ia dapat benar-benar adil terhadap orang lain.

সেনসর বোর্ড ফোর্ড ও তখন শিশু, এখনকার মত জ্যাঠা হয়ে উঠেনি, কাজেই হরেক রুচির ফিল্ম তখন এদেশে অক্লেশে আসত এবং আমরা সেগুলো গোগ্রাসে গিলতুম, তার ফলে আমাদের চরিত্র সর্বোনাশ হয়েছে সে কথা কেউ কখনো বলেনি এবং আজ যে সেন্সর বোর্ডের এত কড়াকড়ি, তার ফলে এ যুগের চ্যাংড়া চিংড়িরা যীশুখেস্ট কিংবা রামকেষ্ট হয়ে গিয়েছে এ মস্করাও কেউ করেনি

Un soir qu'ils étaient couchés l'un près de l'autre, comme elle lui demandait d'inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s'exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de l'or et d'églantine Tout le monde s'y sourit Ah quelle aventure fine Les tigres y sont poltrons Les agneaux ont fière mine À tous les vieux vagabonds Ariane donne des tartines. Alors, elle lui baisa le la main, et il eut honte de cette admiration.

সমাজ যাকেই ক্ষমা করুক না কেন, বিরুদ্ধ ইচ্ছার দ্বারা চালিত, দো-মনা খুশির বশের মানুষের আয়োজন ভঙ্গ করা নারীকে ক্ষমা করে না। এ সমাজে কোনো মেয়ে আত্নহত্যা করবে বলে একবার ঘোষণা করে সে মনের ভয়ে আবার বিপরীত কথা বলতে পারে না। সামাজই আত্নহত্যার মাল-মশলা জুগিয়ে দেবে, সর্বোতভাবে সাহায্য করবে যাতে তার নিয়ত হাসিল হয়, কিন্তু ফাঁকি দিয়ে তাকে আবার বাচঁতে দিবে না। মেয়ে লোকের মস্করা সহ্য করবে অতটা দূর্বল নয় সমাজ।

Di sisi Islam maka ilmu, jikalau tidak bersabit dengan mengenal diri, mematuhi ajaran agama, menyempurnakan masharakat, membimbing negara, menyatakan hikmah, menegakkan keadilan, mengukuhkan akhlak dan budipekerti - hanyalah sia-sia belaka; di sisi Islam seseorang itu tiada dapat dikatakan berilmu, atau alim, jikalau tiada ia membayangkan dalam dirinya kesan ilmu itu pada seluruh segi kehidupannya sebagaimana dijelaskan di atas.

Every riddle has one perfect answer. For life it is love.

reverie. To share such a moment of deep tranquility with another being, especially one as different from us as the octopus, is a humbling privilege.

It is like the thirsty traveller who at first sincerely sought the water of knowledge, but who later, having found it plain perhaps, proceeded to temper his cup with the salt of doubt so that his thirst now becomes insatiable though he drinks incessantly, and that in thus drinking the water that cannot slake his thirst, he has forgotten the original and true purpose for which the water was sought.

Here is an animal with venom like a snake, a beak like a parrot, and ink like an old-fashioned pen. It can weigh as much as a man and stretch as long as a car, yet it can pour its baggy, boneless body through an opening the size of an orange. It can change color and shape. It can taste with its skin. Most fascinating of all, I had read that octopuses are smart.

All men are created equal. Except not really, because some men are created American. Other men are created rich. Some men are created American and rich and are still not content with the world they inherit, so they try to change it. They try to make it more to their liking by painting it with blood and flame.

When the man, by means if 'ibadat, succeeded in curbing his animal and canal passions and has thereby rendered submissive his animal soul,making it subject to the rational soul, the man thus described has attained to freedom and existence;he has achieved supreme peace and his soul is pacified, being set at liberty, as it were, free from fetters of inexorable fate and the noisy strife and hell of human vices.

আমি এ জীবনে তিনখানা হিন্দি ছবিও দেখিনি এবং অন্য কোন পাপ করিনি বলে এই পূণ্যের জোরেই স্বর্গে যাবো বলে আশা রাখি। তবে বলা যায়না, সেখানে হয়তো হিন্দী ছবি-ই দেখতে হবে। যদি প্রশ্ন শোধান, সে কি করে হয়? – তুমি হিন্দী ফিলিম বর্জন করার পূণ্যে স্বর্গে গেলে, সেখানে আবার তোমাকে ঐ ‘মাল’ই দেখতে হবে কেন? তবে উত্তরে নিবেদন, কামিনীকাঞ্চনসুরা বর্জন করার জন্য আপনি যখন স্বর্গে যাবেন তখন কি ইন্দ্রসভায় ঐ গুলোরই ছড়াছড়ি দেখতে পাবেননা?

I often wish I could go back in time and tell my young, anxious self that my dreams weren't in vain and my sorrows weren't permanent. I can't do that, but I can do something better. I can tell you that teachers are all around to help you; with four legs or two or eight or even none; some with internal skeletons, some without. All you have to do is recognize them as teachers and be ready to hear their truths.

Seeing that he owns absolutely nothing to ‘repay’ his debt, ‘his own consciousness’ of the fact ‘that he is himself the very substance’ of debt, so must he ‘repay’ with himself, so must he ‘return’ himself to Him Who owns him absolutely.

But what is the soul? Some say it is the self, the “I” that inhabits the body; without the soul, the body is like a lightbulb with no electricity. But it is more than the engine of life, say others; it is what gives life meaning and purpose. Soul is the fingerprint of God.

But the philosophical and scientific process which I call 'secularization' necessarily involves the divesting of spiritual meaning from the world of nature; the desacralization of politics from human affairs; and the deconsecration of values from the human mind and conduct.

I'm looking for a writer who doesn't know where the sentence is leading her; a writer who starts with her obsessions and whose heart is bursting with love, a writer sly enough to give the slip to her secret police, the ones who know her so well, the ones with the power to accuse and condemn in the blink of an eye. It's all right that she doesn't know what she's thinking until she writes it, as if the words already exist somewhere and draw her to them. She may not know how she got there, but she knows when she's arrived.

butuh berapa sayatan untuk memusnahkan cinta dari jiwa? butuh berapa tusukan untuk membunuh rindu yg memenjara dalam dada? sekalian kau kuliti saja namamu dari kulit jantung ini, agar terlepas semua tentangmu, dan aku tak mengenangmu lagi suatu waktu

If life is a movie, most of us are watching the boring and talked over! Well, it's still not too late; drop it.. and start afresh with a new and exciting one. Remember, there's only one climax waiting to be experienced !

Moi, je veux montrer mes qualités; mais, je ne suis pas assez hypocrite pour cacher mes vices! Le rire, le mal, l'orgueil, la folie, paraitront, tour à tour, entre la sensibilité et l'amour de la justice, et serviront d'exemple à la stupéfaction humaine; chacun s'y reconnaitra, non pas tel qu'il devrait être, mais tel qu'il est.

An Islamic university...structure is different from a Western University; [its] conception of what constitutes knowledge is different from what Western philosophers set forth as knowledge; [its] aims and aspirations are different from Western conceptions. The purpose of higher education is not, like in the West, to produce the complete citizen, but rather, as in Islam, to produce the complete man, or the universal man.... A Muslim scholar is a man who is not a specialist in any one branch of knowledge but is universal in his outlook and is authoritative in several branches of related knowledge.

I’ve always harbored a fondness for monsters. Even as a child, I had rooted for Godzilla and King Kong instead of for the people trying to kill them. It had seemed to me that these monsters’ irritation was perfectly reasonable. Nobody likes to be awakened from slumber by a nuclear explosion, so it was no wonder to me Godzilla was crabby; as for King Kong, few men would blame him for his attraction to pretty Fay Wray. (Though her screaming would have eventually put off anyone less patient than a gorilla.) If you took the monsters’ point of view, everything they did made perfect sense. The trick was learning to think like a monster.

Studies have shown that we are often so worried about failure that we create vague goals, so that nobody can point the finger when we don’t achieve them. We come up with face-saving excuses, even before we have attempted anything. We cover up mistakes, not only to protect ourselves from others, but to protect us from ourselves. Experiments have demonstrated that we all have a sophisticated ability to delete failures from memory, like editors cutting gaffes from a film reel—as we’ll see. Far from learning from mistakes, we edit them out of the official autobiographies we all keep in our own heads.

The secularizing 'values' and events that have been predicted would happen in the Muslim world have now begun to unfold with increasing momentum and persistence due still to the Muslims' lack of understanding of the true nature and implications of secularization as a philosophical program.

But I am also aware that in animals, as well as people, there is an inborn temperament, a way of seeing the world, that interacts with the environment, and that shapes personality. There’s nobody else doing what I’m doing. It may be weird, but it’s unique.

Sejarah telah mengajar bahawa semakin indah dan rumit gaya senirupa, maka semakin menandakan kemerosotan budi dan akal; Acropolis Yunani, Persepolis Iran, dan Piramid-piramid Mesir tiada menyorotkan sinaran budi dan akal. Dalam menilai peranan dan kesan Islam, ciri-ciri yang harus dicari oleh mereka bukan pada tugu dan candi, pada pahatan dan wayang - ciri-ciri yang mudah dipandang mata jasmani - akan tetapi pada bahasa dan tulisan yang sebenarnya mencarakan daya budi dan akal merangkum pemikiran.

Just about every animal,” Scott says—not just mammals and birds—“can learn, recognize individuals, and respond to empathy.” Once you find the right way to work with an animal, be it an octopus or an anaconda, together, you can accomplish what even Saint Francis might have considered a miracle.

ডাক্তার উৎসাহিত হয়ে আরো কি যেন বলতে যাচ্ছিলেন এমন সময় আস্তে আস্তে দরজা খুলে ঘরে ঢুকলেন এক সুন্দরী- হ্যাঁ, সুন্দরী বটে। এক লহমায় আমি নর্থ সীর ঘন নীল জল, দক্ষিণ ইটালির সোনালি রোদে রূপালি প্রজাপতি, ডানয়ুবের শান্ত-প্রশান্ত ছবি, সেই ডানয়ুবেরই লজ্জাশীল দেহচ্ছন্দ, রাইনল্যান্ডের শ্যামলিয়া মোহনীয়া ইন্দ্রজাল সব কিছুই দেখতে পেলুম। আর সে কী লাজুক হাসি হেসে আমার দিকে তিনি হাত বাড়ালেন। আমি মাথা নীচু করে ফরাসিস কায়দায় তাঁর চম্পক করাঙ্গুলিপ্রান্তে ওষ্ঠ স্পর্শ করে মনে মনে বললুম, বেঁচে থাকো সর্দি-কাশি চিরজীবী হয়ে তুমি।

Change, development and progress, according to the Islamic viewpoint, refer to the return to the genuine Islam enunciated and practised by the Holy Prophet (may God bless and give him Peace!) and his noble Companions and their Followers (blessing and peace be upon them all!) and the faith and practice of genuine Muslims after them; and they also refer to the self and mean its return to its original nature and religion (Islam).

How you begin things is important. This is true in checkers and in life, because at the beginning of things you are freer than you will ever be again. Once the game starts, every move you make is influenced by what someone else has done. The longer the game goes, the messier the board becomes, the more that influence grows. But the opening, Anvar, belongs to you.

Hormones and neurotransmitters, the chemicals associated with human desire, fear, love, joy, and sadness, “are highly conserved across taxa,” Jennifer said. This means that whether you’re a person or a monkey, a bird or a turtle, an octopus or a clam, the physiological changes that accompany our deepest-felt emotions appear to be the same. Even a brainless scallop’s little heart beats faster when the mollusk is approached by a predator, just like yours or mine would do were we to be accosted by a mugger.

In her memoir of living among the Bushmen, The Old Way: A Story of the First People, my friend Liz lovingly invokes an image first coined by evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins: “You are standing beside your mother, holding her hand. She is holding her mother’s hand, who is holding her mother’s hand. . . . ” Eventually the line stretches three hundred miles long and goes back five million years, and the clasping hand of the ancestor looks like that of a chimpanzee.

There is another important difference as well. Human eyes have three visual pigments, allowing us to see color. Octopuses have only one—which would make these masters of camouflage, commanding a glittering rainbow of colors, technically color-blind. How, then, does the octopus decide what colors to turn? New evidence suggests cephalopods might be able to see with their skin.

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, “It’s not love”, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , ‘you shouldn’t have’, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then… “If it’s not love!!

Taalim-o-tadrees ki barhi bad naseebi yeh hai ky aam ustaad amuman oast darjay ka shakhs hota hai aur woh zehni, jismani aur jazbaati tor per lakiir key fakiir qisam ki batin sochta hai. Isy zabt-o-nazam sy middle calss logo sy aur parhaku talbah ko parhany sy muhabbat hoti hai. Lykin sara din woh barhi qadar awar shakhsieto aur in ky karnaamo ki misalen dyta hai. Aysy log jinhuny kabhi mawshray ky saath mutabqat na ki. aam tareen hoty hoy woh aysy logo ki taalim-e-aam kerta hai jin ki satah per woh soch bhi nahi sakta , jin ki satah per woh soch bhi nahi sakta. Is ka apna kirdaar in bechu ko aam banany per masar rehta hai aur iski taalim bechu ko khaas banany per uksati hai. School sy bhaag jany waly bechu ki jagah school mai nahi hoti lykin inhi baaghi bechu ko bench per kharha ker ky in azeem shakhsieto ki rosahn misalen di jati hain jo khud school sy bhagy hoty hyn. Woh bechu ko geniouses ki kitaaben padha ker aam bnany ki koshish kerta hai aur yehi taalim ka sub sy barha almiyah hy." Bano Qudsia

She’s looking right at you,” Scott says. As I hold her glittering gaze, I instinctively reach to touch her head. “As supple as leather, as tough as steel, as cold as night,” Hugo wrote of the octopus’s flesh; but to my surprise, her head is silky and softer than custard. Her skin is flecked with ruby and silver, a night sky reflected on the wine-dark sea. As I stroke her with my fingertips, her skin goes white beneath my touch. White is the color of a relaxed octopus; in cuttlefish, close relatives of octopus, females turn white when they encounter a fellow female, someone whom they need not fight or flee.

He longed for it to be winter. A cold wind would blow, the sea would pound, and he would rise cheerful and fit from a delicious sleep beneath warm blankets. Then would come days in which he would write his great novel. The kettle would boil and hot coffee would froth in his cup. In the garden the citron would flower beneath a brilliant moon, its branches dripping fragrance. The starry sky would sweeten the soft silence and Hemdat would pour the dew of his soul into the sea-blue night.

Et puis le beau rayon s'arrêtait à la surface du fleuve, s'y réfléchissait, jouait un instant, sur des nénufars blancs, des campanules bleues, asiles parfumés et flottants d'une myriade d'insectes dont les corselets diaprés chatoyaient comme autant de rubis et d'émeraudes. Enfin il s'éteignait comme à regret, le beau rayon, en laissant sur la surface du fleuve une éblouissante auréole qui contrastait avec les ombres vertes et transparentes, projetées par l'épaisseur des arbres de la rive.

The common understanding among Muslims, no doubt indoctrinated by Western notions, is that a secular state is a state that is not governed by the 'ulama', or whose legal system is not established upon the revealed law. In other words it is not a theocratic state. But this setting in contrast the secular state with the theocratic state is not really an Islamic way of understanding the matter, for since Islam does not involve itself in the dichotomy between the sacred and the profane, how then can it set in contrast the theocratic state with the secular state?

I must go now”, she said slowly and slipped her hand from his. Aarav looked at her face.. the water droplets pretended to be some shining gems embedded on a fine piece of white marble and a few strands of wet hair across, like some graceful ancient art on it. It took him a while to understand what she said. She just smiled softly with a hint of shyness. He kept looking at her.. the strands still intact, bothering him for some unknown reason. He raised his hand slowly towards her face.. her smile ceased with the movement. His dark brown eyes laid firm on her black ones, hearts pounding like door knocks.. he touched her face with his finger.. she half closed her eyes.

Muslims must be warned that plagiarists and pretenders as well as ignorant imitators affect great mischief by debasing values, imposing upon the ignorant, and encouraging the rise of mediocrity. The appropriate original ideas for hasty implementation and make false claims for themselves. Original ideas cannot be implemented when vulgarized; on the contrary, what is praiseworthy in them will turn out to become blameworthy, and their rejection will follow with the dissatisfaction that will emerge. So in this way authentic and creative intellectual effort will continually be sabotaged. It is not surprising that the situation arising out of the loss of adab also provides the breeding ground for the emergence of extremists who make ignorance their capital.

The idea of universal consciousness suffuses both Western and Eastern thought and philosophy, from the “collective unconscious” of psychologist Carl Jung, to unified field theory, to the investigations of the Institute of Noetic Sciences founded by Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell in 1973. Though some of the Methodist ministers of my youth might be appalled, I feel blessed by the thought of sharing with an octopus what one website (loveandabove.com) calls “an infinite, eternal ocean of intelligent energy.” Who would know more about the infinite, eternal ocean than an octopus? And what could be more deeply calming than being cradled in its arms, surrounded by the water from which life itself arose? As Wilson and I pet Kali’s soft head on this summer afternoon, I think of Paul the Apostle’s letter to the Philippians about the power of the “peace that passeth understanding . . .

Humans have always exalted dreams. Pindar of Thebes, the Greek lyric poet, suggested that the soul is more active while dreaming than while awake. He believed that during a dream, the awakened soul may see the future, “an award of joy or sorrow drawing near.” So it’s no wonder that humans were quick to reserve dreams for people alone; researchers for many years claimed dreams were a property of “higher” minds. But any pet owner who has heard her dog woof or seen his cat twitch during sleep knows that is not true. MIT researchers now know not only that rats dream, but what they dream about. Neurons in the brain fire in distinctive patterns while a rat in a maze performs particular tasks. The researchers repeatedly saw the exact same patterns reproduced while the rats slept—so clearly that they could tell what point in the maze the rat was dreaming about, and whether the animal was running or walking in the dream. The rats’ dreams took place in an area of the brain known to be involved with memory, further supporting a notion that one function of dreams is to help an animal remember what it has learned.

J’écris donc d’ici, de chez les invendues, les tordues, celles qui ont le crâne rasée, celles qui ne savent pas s’habiller, celles qui ont peur de puer, celles qui ont les chicots pourris, celles qui ne savent pas s’y prendre, celles à qui les hommes ne font pas de cadeau, celles qui baiseraient n’importe qui voulant bien d’elles, les grosses putes, les petites salopes, les femmes à chatte toujours sèche, celles qui ont un gros bides, celles qui voudraient être des hommes, celles qui se prennent pour des hommes, celles qui rêvent de faire hardeuses, celles qui n’en ont rien à foutre des mecs mais que leurs copines intéressent, celles qui ont un gros cul, celles qui ont les poils drus et bien noirs et qui ne vont pas se faire épiler, les femmes brutales, bruyantes, celles qui cassent tout sur leur passage, celles qui n’aiment pas les parfumeries, celles qui se mettent du rouge trop rouge, celles qui sont trop mal foutues pour pouvoir se saper comme des chaudasses mais qui en crèvent d’envie, celles qui veulent porter des fringues d’hommes et la barbe dans la rue, celles qui veulent tout montrer, celles qui sont pudiques par complexe, celles qui ne savent pas dire non, celles qu’on enferme pour les mater, celles qui font peur, celles qui font pitié, celles qui ne font pas envie, celles qui ont la peau flasque, des rides plein la face, celles qui rêvent de se faire lifter, liposucer, péter le nez pour le refaire mais qui n’ont pas l’argent pour le faire, celles qui ne ressemblent à rien, celles qui ne comptent que sur elles-mêmes pour se protéger, celles qui ne savent pas être rassurantes, celles qui s’en foutent de leurs enfants, celles qui aiment boire jusqu’à se vautrer par terre dans les bars, celles qui ne savent pas se tenir.

In her memoir of living among the Bushmen, The Old Way: A Story of the First People, my friend Liz lovingly invokes an image first coined by evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins: “You are standing beside your mother, holding her hand. She is holding her mother’s hand, who is holding her mother’s hand. . . . ” Eventually the line stretches three hundred miles long and goes back five million years, and the clasping hand of the ancestor looks like that of a chimpanzee. I loved picturing one of Octavia’s arms stretching out to meet one of her mother’s arms, and one of her mother’s mother’s arms, and her mother’s mother’s mother’s. . . . Suckered, elastic arms, reaching back through time: an octopus chorus line stretching not just hundreds, but many thousands of miles long. Back past the Cenozoic, the time when our ancestors descended from the trees; back past the Mesozoic, when dinosaurs ruled the land; back past the Permian and the rise of the ancestors of the mammals; back, past the Carboniferous’s coal-forming swamp forests; back past the Devonian, when amphibians emerged from the water; back past the Silurian, when plants first took root on land—all the way to the Ordovician, to a time before the advent of wings or knees or lungs, before the fishes had bony jaws, before blood pumped from a multichambered heart. More than 500 million years ago, the tides would have been stronger, the days shorter, the year longer, and the air too high in carbon dioxide for mammals or birds to breathe. All the earth’s continents huddled in the Southern Hemisphere. And yet still, the arm of Octavia’s ancestor, sensitive, suckered, and supple, would have been recognizable as one of an octopus.