Wazir Quotes

Nahri looked out at the dark garden, her thoughtd roiling. The king was dead, the grand wazir was a traitor, the Qaid was gone, and Ali – the only one of them with military experience – was involved in a mutiny across the city.

Loyal wazir, one cannot know the outcome of a journey if one is not brave enough to take it.

in presence, he summoned the Wazir Dandan, and the Emirs

There is no philosophy in the philosophy of life.

Di antara pertikaian antarmazhab yang mengakibatkan pergolakan dan kekacauan adalah pertikaian antara mazhab Ahlus Sunnah dan Rafidhah pada tahun 655H. Pertikaian ini dimenangkan Ahli Sunnah sehingga bertambahlah kebencian kaum Rafidhah terhadap kalangan Ahlus Sunnah. Wazir Ibn al-‘Alqami yang menganut mazhab Rafidhah menekan kaum Muslim Ahlus Sunnah dan meminta Hulagu Khan, pemimpin Tartar menyerang wilayah Islam. Permintaan ini dipenuhi Hulagu Khan yang berhasil menduduki Baghdad, menjatuhkan khalifah dan menghapus sistem kekhalifahan dan membantai penduduk tanpa pandang bulu sehingga kota itu banjir darah.

The C.I.A.’s main target that spring was a long-haired, charismatic militant leader of the Wazirs named Nek Mohammad. He ruled Wana and distrusted the Pakistan Army. He was a complicated figure—a tribal nationalist who consorted with international terrorists. He accepted Al Qaeda and Uzbek refugees. In Islamabad, C.I.A. station chief Rich Blee used the assassination attempts against Musharraf to try to motivate the president and I.S.I. to strike back: “You have to kill them or they’re going to kill us.

Successive governments have advised us to forget the past and focus on the future. Put yourself in our shoes for a second. Is it possible to erase the bloody past?

A regular exposure to hurt, humiliation, and social isolation made them sink into a world of their own. Depressed and alone, they began having trouble eating and sleeping as they grew older.

In this unending chaos, and with the passage of time since then, the voices of the Kaurs who lived through unimaginable horror and trauma have been silenced. And once I became aware of this silence, I wanted to undo it. I wanted to ensure that the voices of these survivors were heard and their stories remembered.

Without a male guardian in their lives, and with their mother gone from the house for long hours every day, the children turned wayward and, eventually, dropped out of school.

How easily women become the first casualty of every conflict, large or small. Rape and gendered segregation are common weapons of war and ethnic cleansing.

I thought all of this will end soon and everything will be normal shortly. But its been thirty years. I'm still waiting for things to get back to normal.

Most of these women were not educated; many had never stepped out of their homes. They responded to the continuum of patriarchy as they had been conditioned to do so - providing thumb impressions to false statements, and in the case of rape survivors, staying silent because they were commanded to to so.

Under the original Constitution of J&K (1957), the head of the state and head of the government were designated as Sadar-i-Riyasat (President) and Wazir-i-Azam (Prime Minister) respectively.

My bidder spoke arbitrarily, “Stay! I’ll like you to do me a favor.” Andy answered, “How may I be of service, your Highness?” “Oh, you don’t have to be so formal. Address me as P, I know you are looking after Young and the Wazir told me the two of you are lovers. I like to watch you make love to this bacchá. It’ll arouse me greatly,” announced the Arab.

Very good, then! In that case I will have the allocation documents ready for you and Andy for your next Household, which will be at the Sekhem, Wazir Thabit's residence. After your Christmas break you’ll return to Daltonbury for a week, then you will come back to the Bahriji. From here you'll be transported to the Sekhem. "Have a wonderful and Merry Christmas, if I don't see you before you leave for Daltonbury Hall." My session with Professor Henderson ended with a farewell kiss on both cheeks.

I will not be surprised if he requests your services in his Household when you have completed your time at the Sekham. Aziz and I were hoping to keep the two of you for another term, in order for Young to complete “Sacred Sex In Sacred Places,” but it appears that won’t be the case, now that His Highness has shown interest in the both of you.” “His Highness hasn’t indicated that he will require our services at his Household,” I answered in a befogged tone. Amused by my naiveté, the Wazir commented, “You know very little about the Prince’s attributes. As charming and personable as His Highness is, he is a descendant of one of the wealthiest families in the Emirates, and whatever he sets his eyes on, he gets. My advice to you is, play your cards right and you’ll not be hurt. P was my classmate in school; we grew up together, and I know him and his family well.” “Thank You for your advice, Sir.” My Valet said with gratitude.

Why is this bird following me?” Nek Muhammad Wazir sat inside a mud building in South Waziristan, surrounded by his followers and talking on his satellite phone to a BBC reporter. Looking out the window, the young commander with long, jet-black hair noticed something hovering above, glinting in the sun. He asked one of his lieutenants about the coruscating metal object in the sky. Nek Muhammad had just humbled Pakistani troops, and the CIA was following him. He had emerged as the undisputed rock star of Pakistan’s tribal areas, a brash member of the Wazir tribe who had raised an army to fight government forces in the spring of 2004 and brought Islamabad to the negotiating table. His rise had taken Pakistan’s leaders by surprise, and now they wanted him dead.

All your decisions discount the Persians themselves, and that is the mistake of your ignorance and your plotting. To you the Persian is a stupid peasant who can't decide his own affairs; an uncultured wretch who will take all manner of deceit and oppression and diplomatic twisting. If you do see any signs, any glimmer of revolt, you blame the Russians and take it to the Security Council. But it isn't the Russians. It's the peasant himself who is revolting. If any of you understood Iran you would know that. Dirty and wretched they may be, opium-ridden and backward and dull, but they are really the people you should fear, not the Russians. It may take time and there may be set-backs, but sooner or later the Persians are going to throw us out and throw out all our corrupt and friendly governments. They don't need any complicated political excuse to revolt, however much you cry Communism. There isn't a simple man, woman or child in Iran who isn't landlord-ridden,m who isn't a slave by the way in which he works, who isn't preyed upon by corrupt officials, who isn't beaten and insulted and robbed by the police and the army. The peasants are impoverished by the tithes they must pay the Khans, and the mechanics are underpaid and underfed and overworked. There isn't an adult in Iran who isn't ridden with some chronic disease, there isn't a child who survives all the ravages of poverty and dirt and sickness. The whole government structure is rotten with bribery and extortion and petty cruelties, and there isn't a modicum of justice in the land. There are no real courts, no political rights, no representative government, no wage laws, no right to organize, no means of adjusting the bad conditions of life except by revolting as the Azerbaijanians and the Kurds are revolting. Thank heavens the Russians have given them a chance to revolt; and damn us for preventing it wherever we can. We will fail anyway, whatever the Security Council decides in New York. You can get the Russians out of Azerbaijan and you can give it back to your merchants and wazirs of Teheran, but after a little while it will all begin again because you cannot stop the Persian from deciding his own affairs. He is not ignorant and stupid to his political situation. He is not so wretched and afraid of revolt. He is not even uncultured: in the language he speaks and the use he makes of it there is more natural culture among the peasants of Iran than you can find among the world's diplomats a the Savoy Hotel. He is backward and poor and dirty, but that is largely due to the influence we have had on Iran for a hundred years or more. Now it is too late for us. These people have reached the breaking point and they don't care about the wise men of the House of Commons and the clever men of the Security Council. These people are desperate, and for our reckless methods of holding our power and our oil it ought to be a warning. It will all go. The oil, the power, and the last drop of influence. Rather than let us have any of it the Persian will wreck Abadan and the wells and every other sign of our presence and our strength there. They are beginning to hate us and that is beginning a battle which we can't stop, which you can't stop in the Security Council. Unless we are determined to kill every man in the country we will lose. We cannot help but lose.

the research? “So many people, I did not know them all. They studied my work. They asked me questions. I told the ISI about it when I got home. A major like you, he was. You can check.” The major did not want to make more work for himself. And it was true, the story as it had been narrated and understood was all in the files. “Why did you go back to America?” he demanded, looking at a sheet of paper. “I was invited to present a paper at a conference that was cosponsored by the Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers. It was a great honor for me, and for my university. You can ask them.” He held out his cell phone again, so that Major Nadeem could make a call to verify, but the major shook his head. They spent several more hours like this, going through the major episodes of Dr. Omar’s career. When they came to his most recent work on computer-security algorithms, Dr. Omar apologized that he could not talk about this work in any detail because it had been classified as “top secret” by the Pakistani military. The major found nothing of interest. Dr. Omar was very careful, then and always. The major asked him to sign a paper, and to report any suspicious contacts, and Dr. Omar assured him that he would. The Pakistani authorities never came after him again. That was three years before his world went white.   Omar al-Wazir had multiple binary identities, it could be said. He was a Pakistani but also, in some sense, a man tied to the West. He was a Pashtun from the raw tribal area of South Waziristan, but he was also a modern man. He was a secular scientist and also a Muslim, if not quite a believer. His loyalties might indeed have been confused before the events of nearly two years ago, but not now. Sometimes Dr. Omar grounded himself by recalling the spirit of his father, Haji Mohammed. He remembered the old man shaking his head when Omar took wobbly practice shots with an Enfield rifle, missing the target nearly every time. The look on the father’s face asked: How can this be my oldest son, this boy who cannot shoot? But Haji Mohammed had taught him the code of manhood, just the same. Omar had learned the

It was apparent that both the Wazirs and the Mahsuds were building up a large lashkar (a gathering of hostile forces); the numbers were reported as about 1,000 armed men. This was the first occasion that I heard the word ‘Jihud’ mentioned; there are a number of interpretations given to it; in its simplest form it could be a holy war declared by Muslims on the unbelievers of Islam.

The message read: “The Wazir requests your company to perform at a special party for his friends and guests at The Grand Salon.” Written on the card was the scheduled date and time I was to be present. I showed the invitation to my Valet and he advised, “You are summoned to be a ‘batcha’ (Persian meaning ‘dancing-boy’).

Oppression hideth in every heart: power revealeth it, and weakness concealeth it.

Among the historical rivals of the Mehsuds were the Wazirs. They had been influenced by radical ideology as well, but their leaders saw less cause to act in overt hostility to Pakistan, at least for now. Musharraf adapted the British colonial strategy of playing one tribal network against the other. The Pakistani military’s lines of communication to Afghanistan had long run through Wazir territory in North Waziristan. Musharraf and his corps commanders “thought we should play ball with the Wazirs,” as Musharraf put it. When American officials protested, he told them, “Leave the tactical matters to us. We know our people.”9

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Goods and cash worth crores of rupees lie buried to my knowledge in the palace of my late father-in-law (Qamruddin) besides heaps of gold and silver stored inside the ceiling. Complete disagreement exists among the emperor, his wazirs and nobles. If you invade India this time, the Indian Empire with all its riches of crores will fall into your hands.

Nature is not to be understood, but felt so immensely that one identifies with it personally.