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الاسلام سفينة النجاة فى الدنيا والآخرة شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.comBlogger761125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-59458676837611888502023-07-22T19:13:00.000+01:002023-07-22T19:13:16.832+01:00آيات الحق من سورة العنكبوت<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">⚘ بسم الله الرّحمان الرّحيم ⚘</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">الٓمٓ (1) أَحَسِبَ ٱلنَّاسُ أَن يُتۡرَكُوٓاْ أَن يَقُولُوٓاْ ءَامَنَّا وَهُمۡ لَا يُفۡتَنُونَ (2) وَلَقَدۡ فَتَنَّا ٱلَّذِينَ مِن قَبۡلِهِمۡۖ فَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱللَّهُ ٱلَّذِينَ صَدَقُواْ وَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱلۡكَٰذِبِينَ (3) أَمۡ حَسِبَ ٱلَّذِينَ يَعۡمَلُونَ ٱلسَّيِّـَٔاتِ أَن يَسۡبِقُونَاۚ سَآءَ مَا يَحۡكُمُونَ (4) مَن كَانَ يَرۡجُواْ لِقَآءَ ٱللَّهِ فَإِنَّ أَجَلَ ٱللَّهِ لَأٓتٖۚ وَهُوَ ٱلسَّمِيعُ ٱلۡعَلِيمُ (5) وَمَن جَٰهَدَ فَإِنَّمَا يُجَٰهِدُ لِنَفۡسِهِۦٓۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ لَغَنِيٌّ عَنِ ٱلۡعَٰلَمِينَ (6) وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ وَعَمِلُواْ ٱلصَّٰلِحَٰتِ لَنُكَفِّرَنَّ عَنۡهُمۡ سَيِّـَٔاتِهِمۡ وَلَنَجۡزِيَنَّهُمۡ أَحۡسَنَ ٱلَّذِي كَانُواْ يَعۡمَلُونَ (7) وَوَصَّيۡنَا ٱلۡإِنسَٰنَ بِوَٰلِدَيۡهِ حُسۡنٗاۖ وَإِن جَٰهَدَاكَ لِتُشۡرِكَ بِي مَا لَيۡسَ لَكَ بِهِۦ عِلۡمٞ فَلَا تُطِعۡهُمَآۚ إِلَيَّ مَرۡجِعُكُمۡ فَأُنَبِّئُكُم بِمَا كُنتُمۡ تَعۡمَلُونَ (8) وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ وَعَمِلُواْ ٱلصَّٰلِحَٰتِ لَنُدۡخِلَنَّهُمۡ فِي ٱلصَّٰلِحِينَ (9) وَمِنَ ٱلنَّاسِ مَن يَقُولُ ءَامَنَّا بِٱللَّهِ فَإِذَآ أُوذِيَ فِي ٱللَّهِ جَعَلَ فِتۡنَةَ ٱلنَّاسِ كَعَذَابِ ٱللَّهِۖ وَلَئِن جَآءَ نَصۡرٞ مِّن رَّبِّكَ لَيَقُولُنَّ إِنَّا كُنَّا مَعَكُمۡۚ أَوَلَيۡسَ ٱللَّهُ بِأَعۡلَمَ بِمَا فِي صُدُورِ ٱلۡعَٰلَمِينَ (10) وَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱللَّهُ ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ وَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱلۡمُنَٰفِقِينَ (11) وَقَالَ ٱلَّذِينَ كَفَرُواْ لِلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ ٱتَّبِعُواْ سَبِيلَنَا وَلۡنَحۡمِلۡ خَطَٰيَٰكُمۡ وَمَا هُم بِحَٰمِلِينَ مِنۡ خَطَٰيَٰهُم مِّن شَيۡءٍۖ إِنَّهُمۡ لَكَٰذِبُونَ (12) وَلَيَحۡمِلُنَّ أَثۡقَالَهُمۡ وَأَثۡقَالٗا مَّعَ أَثۡقَالِهِمۡۖ وَلَيُسۡـَٔلُنَّ يَوۡمَ ٱلۡقِيَٰمَةِ عَمَّا كَانُواْ يَفۡتَرُونَ (13) وَلَقَدۡ أَرۡسَلۡنَا نُوحًا إِلَىٰ قَوۡمِهِۦ فَلَبِثَ فِيهِمۡ أَلۡفَ سَنَةٍ إِلَّا خَمۡسِينَ عَامٗا فَأَخَذَهُمُ ٱلطُّوفَانُ وَهُمۡ ظَٰلِمُونَ (14) فَأَنجَيۡنَٰهُ وَأَصۡحَٰبَ ٱلسَّفِينَةِ وَجَعَلۡنَٰهَآ ءَايَةٗ لِّلۡعَٰلَمِينَ (15) وَإِبۡرَٰهِيمَ إِذۡ قَالَ لِقَوۡمِهِ ٱعۡبُدُواْ ٱللَّهَ وَٱتَّقُوهُۖ ذَٰلِكُمۡ خَيۡرٞ لَّكُمۡ إِن كُنتُمۡ تَعۡلَمُونَ (16) إِنَّمَا تَعۡبُدُونَ مِن دُونِ ٱللَّهِ أَوۡثَٰنٗا وَتَخۡلُقُونَ إِفۡكًاۚ إِنَّ ٱلَّذِينَ تَعۡبُدُونَ مِن دُونِ ٱللَّهِ لَا يَمۡلِكُونَ لَكُمۡ رِزۡقٗا فَٱبۡتَغُواْ عِندَ ٱللَّهِ ٱلرِّزۡقَ وَٱعۡبُدُوهُ وَٱشۡكُرُواْ لَهُۥٓۖ إِلَيۡهِ تُرۡجَعُونَ (17) وَإِن تُكَذِّبُواْ فَقَدۡ كَذَّبَ أُمَمٞ مِّن قَبۡلِكُمۡۖ وَمَا عَلَى ٱلرَّسُولِ إِلَّا ٱلۡبَلَٰغُ ٱلۡمُبِينُ (18) أَوَ لَمۡ يَرَوۡاْ كَيۡفَ يُبۡدِئُ ٱللَّهُ ٱلۡخَلۡقَ ثُمَّ يُعِيدُهُۥٓۚ إِنَّ ذَٰلِكَ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ يَسِيرٞ (19) قُلۡ سِيرُواْ فِي ٱلۡأَرۡضِ فَٱنظُرُواْ كَيۡفَ بَدَأَ ٱلۡخَلۡقَۚ ثُمَّ ٱللَّهُ يُنشِئُ ٱلنَّشۡأَةَ ٱلۡأٓخِرَةَۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ عَلَىٰ كُلِّ شَيۡءٖ قَدِيرٞ (20) يُعَذِّبُ مَن يَشَآءُ وَيَرۡحَمُ مَن يَشَآءُۖ وَإِلَيۡهِ تُقۡلَبُونَ (21) وَمَآ أَنتُم بِمُعۡجِزِينَ فِي ٱلۡأَرۡضِ وَلَا فِي ٱلسَّمَآءِۖ وَمَا لَكُم مِّن دُونِ ٱللَّهِ مِن وَلِيّٖ وَلَا نَصِيرٖ (22) وَٱلَّذِينَ كَفَرُواْ بِـَٔايَٰتِ ٱللَّهِ وَلِقَآئِهِۦٓ أُوْلَٰٓئِكَ يَئِسُواْ مِن رَّحۡمَتِي وَأُوْلَٰٓئِكَ لَهُمۡ عَذَابٌ أَلِيمٞ (23) فَمَا كَانَ جَوَابَ قَوۡمِهِۦٓ إِلَّآ أَن قَالُواْ ٱقۡتُلُوهُ أَوۡ حَرِّقُوهُ فَأَنجَىٰهُ ٱللَّهُ مِنَ ٱلنَّارِۚ إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَأٓيَٰتٖ لِّقَوۡمٖ يُؤۡمِنُونَ (24) وَقَالَ إِنَّمَا ٱتَّخَذۡتُم مِّن دُونِ ٱللَّهِ أَوۡثَٰنٗا مَّوَدَّةَ بَيۡنِكُمۡ فِي ٱلۡحَيَوٰةِ ٱلدُّنۡيَاۖ ثُمَّ يَوۡمَ ٱلۡقِيَٰمَةِ يَكۡفُرُ بَعۡضُكُم بِبَعۡضٖ وَيَلۡعَنُ بَعۡضُكُم بَعۡضٗا وَمَأۡوَىٰكُمُ ٱلنَّارُ وَمَا لَكُم مِّن نَّٰصِرِينَ (25) ۞فَـَٔامَنَ لَهُۥ لُوطٞۘ وَقَالَ إِنِّي مُهَاجِرٌ إِلَىٰ رَبِّيٓۖ إِنَّهُۥ هُوَ ٱلۡعَزِيزُ ٱلۡحَكِيمُ (26) وَوَهَبۡنَا لَهُۥٓ إِسۡحَٰقَ وَيَعۡقُوبَ وَجَعَلۡنَا فِي ذُرِّيَّتِهِ ٱلنُّبُوَّةَ وَٱلۡكِتَٰبَ وَءَاتَيۡنَٰهُ أَجۡرَهُۥ فِي ٱلدُّنۡيَاۖ وَإِنَّهُۥ فِي ٱلۡأٓخِرَةِ لَمِنَ ٱلصَّٰلِحِينَ (27) وَلُوطًا إِذۡ قَالَ لِقَوۡمِهِۦٓ إِنَّكُمۡ لَتَأۡتُونَ ٱلۡفَٰحِشَةَ مَا سَبَقَكُم بِهَا مِنۡ أَحَدٖ مِّنَ ٱلۡعَٰلَمِينَ (28) أَئِنَّكُمۡ لَتَأۡتُونَ ٱلرِّجَالَ وَتَقۡطَعُونَ ٱلسَّبِيلَ وَتَأۡتُونَ فِي نَادِيكُمُ ٱلۡمُنكَرَۖ فَمَا كَانَ جَوَابَ قَوۡمِهِۦٓ إِلَّآ أَن قَالُواْ ٱئۡتِنَا بِعَذَابِ ٱللَّهِ إِن كُنتَ مِنَ ٱلصَّٰدِقِينَ (29) قَالَ رَبِّ ٱنصُرۡنِي عَلَى ٱلۡقَوۡمِ ٱلۡمُفۡسِدِينَ (30) وَلَمَّا جَآءَتۡ رُسُلُنَآ إِبۡرَٰهِيمَ بِٱلۡبُشۡرَىٰ قَالُوٓاْ إِنَّا مُهۡلِكُوٓاْ أَهۡلِ هَٰذِهِ ٱلۡقَرۡيَةِۖ إِنَّ أَهۡلَهَا كَانُواْ ظَٰلِمِينَ (31) قَالَ إِنَّ فِيهَا لُوطٗاۚ قَالُواْ نَحۡنُ أَعۡلَمُ بِمَن فِيهَاۖ لَنُنَجِّيَنَّهُۥ وَأَهۡلَهُۥٓ إِلَّا ٱمۡرَأَتَهُۥ كَانَتۡ مِنَ ٱلۡغَٰبِرِينَ (32) وَلَمَّآ أَن جَآءَتۡ رُسُلُنَا لُوطٗا سِيٓءَ بِهِمۡ وَضَاقَ بِهِمۡ ذَرۡعٗاۖ وَقَالُواْ لَا تَخَفۡ وَلَا تَحۡزَنۡ إِنَّا مُنَجُّوكَ وَأَهۡلَكَ إِلَّا ٱمۡرَأَتَكَ كَانَتۡ مِنَ ٱلۡغَٰبِرِينَ (33) إِنَّا مُنزِلُونَ عَلَىٰٓ أَهۡلِ هَٰذِهِ ٱلۡقَرۡيَةِ رِجۡزٗا مِّنَ ٱلسَّمَآءِ بِمَا كَانُواْ يَفۡسُقُونَ (34) وَلَقَد تَّرَكۡنَا مِنۡهَآ ءَايَةَۢ بَيِّنَةٗ لِّقَوۡمٖ يَعۡقِلُونَ (35) وَإِلَىٰ مَدۡيَنَ أَخَاهُمۡ شُعَيۡبٗا فَقَالَ يَٰقَوۡمِ ٱعۡبُدُواْ ٱللَّهَ وَٱرۡجُواْ ٱلۡيَوۡمَ ٱلۡأٓخِرَ وَلَا تَعۡثَوۡاْ فِي ٱلۡأَرۡضِ مُفۡسِدِينَ (36) فَكَذَّبُوهُ فَأَخَذَتۡهُمُ ٱلرَّجۡفَةُ فَأَصۡبَحُواْ فِي دَارِهِمۡ جَٰثِمِينَ (37) وَعَادٗا وَثَمُودَاْ وَقَد تَّبَيَّنَ لَكُم مِّن مَّسَٰكِنِهِمۡۖ وَزَيَّنَ لَهُمُ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنُ أَعۡمَٰلَهُمۡ فَصَدَّهُمۡ عَنِ ٱلسَّبِيلِ وَكَانُواْ مُسۡتَبۡصِرِينَ (38) وَقَٰرُونَ وَفِرۡعَوۡنَ وَهَٰمَٰنَۖ وَلَقَدۡ جَآءَهُم مُّوسَىٰ بِٱلۡبَيِّنَٰتِ فَٱسۡتَكۡبَرُواْ فِي ٱلۡأَرۡضِ وَمَا كَانُواْ سَٰبِقِينَ (39) فَكُلًّا أَخَذۡنَا بِذَنۢبِهِۦۖ فَمِنۡهُم مَّنۡ أَرۡسَلۡنَا عَلَيۡهِ حَاصِبٗا وَمِنۡهُم مَّنۡ أَخَذَتۡهُ ٱلصَّيۡحَةُ وَمِنۡهُم مَّنۡ خَسَفۡنَا بِهِ ٱلۡأَرۡضَ وَمِنۡهُم مَّنۡ أَغۡرَقۡنَاۚ وَمَا كَانَ ٱللَّهُ لِيَظۡلِمَهُمۡ وَلَٰكِن كَانُوٓاْ أَنفُسَهُمۡ يَظۡلِمُونَ (40) مَثَلُ ٱلَّذِينَ ٱتَّخَذُواْ مِن دُونِ ٱللَّهِ أَوۡلِيَآءَ كَمَثَلِ ٱلۡعَنكَبُوتِ ٱتَّخَذَتۡ بَيۡتٗاۖ وَإِنَّ أَوۡهَنَ ٱلۡبُيُوتِ لَبَيۡتُ ٱلۡعَنكَبُوتِۚ لَوۡ كَانُواْ يَعۡلَمُونَ (41) إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يَعۡلَمُ مَا يَدۡعُونَ مِن دُونِهِۦ مِن شَيۡءٖۚ وَهُوَ ٱلۡعَزِيزُ ٱلۡحَكِيمُ (42) وَتِلۡكَ ٱلۡأَمۡثَٰلُ نَضۡرِبُهَا لِلنَّاسِۖ وَمَا يَعۡقِلُهَآ إِلَّا ٱلۡعَٰلِمُونَ (43) خَلَقَ ٱللَّهُ ٱلسَّمَٰوَٰتِ وَٱلۡأَرۡضَ بِٱلۡحَقِّۚ إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَأٓيَةٗ لِّلۡمُؤۡمِنِينَ (44) ٱتۡلُ مَآ أُوحِيَ إِلَيۡكَ مِنَ ٱلۡكِتَٰبِ وَأَقِمِ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَۖ إِنَّ ٱلصَّلَوٰةَ تَنۡهَىٰ عَنِ ٱلۡفَحۡشَآءِ وَٱلۡمُنكَرِۗ وَلَذِكۡرُ ٱللَّهِ أَكۡبَرُۗ وَٱللَّهُ يَعۡلَمُ مَا تَصۡنَعُونَ (45) ۞وَلَا تُجَٰدِلُوٓاْ أَهۡلَ ٱلۡكِتَٰبِ إِلَّا بِٱلَّتِي هِيَ أَحۡسَنُ إِلَّا ٱلَّذِينَ ظَلَمُواْ مِنۡهُمۡۖ وَقُولُوٓاْ ءَامَنَّا بِٱلَّذِيٓ أُنزِلَ إِلَيۡنَا وَأُنزِلَ إِلَيۡكُمۡ وَإِلَٰهُنَا وَإِلَٰهُكُمۡ وَٰحِدٞ وَنَحۡنُ لَهُۥ مُسۡلِمُونَ (46) وَكَذَٰلِكَ أَنزَلۡنَآ إِلَيۡكَ ٱلۡكِتَٰبَۚ فَٱلَّذِينَ ءَاتَيۡنَٰهُمُ ٱلۡكِتَٰبَ يُؤۡمِنُونَ بِهِۦۖ وَمِنۡ هَٰٓؤُلَآءِ مَن يُؤۡمِنُ بِهِۦۚ وَمَا يَجۡحَدُ بِـَٔايَٰتِنَآ إِلَّا ٱلۡكَٰفِرُونَ (47) وَمَا كُنتَ تَتۡلُواْ مِن قَبۡلِهِۦ مِن كِتَٰبٖ وَلَا تَخُطُّهُۥ بِيَمِينِكَۖ إِذٗا لَّٱرۡتَابَ ٱلۡمُبۡطِلُونَ (48) بَلۡ هُوَ ءَايَٰتُۢ بَيِّنَٰتٞ فِي صُدُورِ ٱلَّذِينَ أُوتُواْ ٱلۡعِلۡمَۚ وَمَا يَجۡحَدُ بِـَٔايَٰتِنَآ إِلَّا ٱلظَّٰلِمُونَ (49) وَقَالُواْ لَوۡلَآ أُنزِلَ عَلَيۡهِ ءَايَٰتٞ مِّن رَّبِّهِۦۚ قُلۡ إِنَّمَا ٱلۡأٓيَٰتُ عِندَ ٱللَّهِ وَإِنَّمَآ أَنَا۠ نَذِيرٞ مُّبِينٌ (50) أَوَ لَمۡ يَكۡفِهِمۡ أَنَّآ أَنزَلۡنَا عَلَيۡكَ ٱلۡكِتَٰبَ يُتۡلَىٰ عَلَيۡهِمۡۚ إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَرَحۡمَةٗ وَذِكۡرَىٰ لِقَوۡمٖ يُؤۡمِنُونَ (51) قُلۡ كَفَىٰ بِٱللَّهِ بَيۡنِي وَبَيۡنَكُمۡ شَهِيدٗاۖ يَعۡلَمُ مَا فِي ٱلسَّمَٰوَٰتِ وَٱلۡأَرۡضِۗ وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ بِٱلۡبَٰطِلِ وَكَفَرُواْ بِٱللَّهِ أُوْلَٰٓئِكَ هُمُ ٱلۡخَٰسِرُونَ (52) وَيَسۡتَعۡجِلُونَكَ بِٱلۡعَذَابِ وَلَوۡلَآ أَجَلٞ مُّسَمّٗى لَّجَآءَهُمُ ٱلۡعَذَابُۚ وَلَيَأۡتِيَنَّهُم بَغۡتَةٗ وَهُمۡ لَا يَشۡعُرُونَ (53) يَسۡتَعۡجِلُونَكَ بِٱلۡعَذَابِ وَإِنَّ جَهَنَّمَ لَمُحِيطَةُۢ بِٱلۡكَٰفِرِينَ (54) يَوۡمَ يَغۡشَىٰهُمُ ٱلۡعَذَابُ مِن فَوۡقِهِمۡ وَمِن تَحۡتِ أَرۡجُلِهِمۡ وَيَقُولُ ذُوقُواْ مَا كُنتُمۡ تَعۡمَلُونَ (55) يَٰعِبَادِيَ ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوٓاْ إِنَّ أَرۡضِي وَٰسِعَةٞ فَإِيَّٰيَ فَٱعۡبُدُونِ (56) كُلُّ نَفۡسٖ ذَآئِقَةُ ٱلۡمَوۡتِۖ ثُمَّ إِلَيۡنَا تُرۡجَعُونَ (57) وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ وَعَمِلُواْ ٱلصَّٰلِحَٰتِ لَنُبَوِّئَنَّهُم مِّنَ ٱلۡجَنَّةِ غُرَفٗا تَجۡرِي مِن تَحۡتِهَا ٱلۡأَنۡهَٰرُ خَٰلِدِينَ فِيهَاۚ نِعۡمَ أَجۡرُ ٱلۡعَٰمِلِينَ (58) ٱلَّذِينَ صَبَرُواْ وَعَلَىٰ رَبِّهِمۡ يَتَوَكَّلُونَ (59) وَكَأَيِّن مِّن دَآبَّةٖ لَّا تَحۡمِلُ رِزۡقَهَا ٱللَّهُ يَرۡزُقُهَا وَإِيَّاكُمۡۚ وَهُوَ ٱلسَّمِيعُ ٱلۡعَلِيمُ (60) وَلَئِن سَأَلۡتَهُم مَّنۡ خَلَقَ ٱلسَّمَٰوَٰتِ وَٱلۡأَرۡضَ وَسَخَّرَ ٱلشَّمۡسَ وَٱلۡقَمَرَ لَيَقُولُنَّ ٱللَّهُۖ فَأَنَّىٰ يُؤۡفَكُونَ (61) ٱللَّهُ يَبۡسُطُ ٱلرِّزۡقَ لِمَن يَشَآءُ مِنۡ عِبَادِهِۦ وَيَقۡدِرُ لَهُۥٓۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ بِكُلِّ شَيۡءٍ عَلِيمٞ (62) وَلَئِن سَأَلۡتَهُم مَّن نَّزَّلَ مِنَ ٱلسَّمَآءِ مَآءٗ فَأَحۡيَا بِهِ ٱلۡأَرۡضَ مِنۢ بَعۡدِ مَوۡتِهَا لَيَقُولُنَّ ٱللَّهُۚ قُلِ ٱلۡحَمۡدُ لِلَّهِۚ بَلۡ أَكۡثَرُهُمۡ لَا يَعۡقِلُونَ (63) وَمَا هَٰذِهِ ٱلۡحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنۡيَآ إِلَّا لَهۡوٞ وَلَعِبٞۚ وَإِنَّ ٱلدَّارَ ٱلۡأٓخِرَةَ لَهِيَ ٱلۡحَيَوَانُۚ لَوۡ كَانُواْ يَعۡلَمُونَ (64) فَإِذَا رَكِبُواْ فِي ٱلۡفُلۡكِ دَعَوُاْ ٱللَّهَ مُخۡلِصِينَ لَهُ ٱلدِّينَ فَلَمَّا نَجَّىٰهُمۡ إِلَى ٱلۡبَرِّ إِذَا هُمۡ يُشۡرِكُونَ (65) لِيَكۡفُرُواْ بِمَآ ءَاتَيۡنَٰهُمۡ وَلِيَتَمَتَّعُواْۚ فَسَوۡفَ يَعۡلَمُونَ (66) أَوَ لَمۡ يَرَوۡاْ أَنَّا جَعَلۡنَا حَرَمًا ءَامِنٗا وَيُتَخَطَّفُ ٱلنَّاسُ مِنۡ حَوۡلِهِمۡۚ أَفَبِٱلۡبَٰطِلِ يُؤۡمِنُونَ وَبِنِعۡمَةِ ٱللَّهِ يَكۡفُرُونَ (67) وَمَنۡ أَظۡلَمُ مِمَّنِ ٱفۡتَرَىٰ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ كَذِبًا أَوۡ كَذَّبَ بِٱلۡحَقِّ لَمَّا جَآءَهُۥٓۚ أَلَيۡسَ فِي جَهَنَّمَ مَثۡوٗى لِّلۡكَٰفِرِينَ (68) وَٱلَّذِينَ جَٰهَدُواْ فِينَا لَنَهۡدِيَنَّهُمۡ سُبُلَنَاۚ وَإِنَّ ٱللَّهَ لَمَعَ ٱلۡمُحۡسِنِينَ (69)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-85841288250596465802023-04-23T08:42:00.004+01:002023-04-23T12:53:57.842+01:00To Modern Times (revisited)<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #f1c232; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Whether it is now or before, this world has turned into a great well without wall. So many have failed here to live well enough by the golden rules. So many have failed to learn how to rise up to them. They do not recall why they have been </span><span style="font-family: times;">here</span><span style="font-family: times;"> in the first place. From trap to trap, from squall to squall, they are made to move all and then they suddenly fall. As we could perhaps see, and we could do so if we would, their gardens, their trees and their green leaves continue to yellow and wither. Their sacred woods are no longer plain and heralding. To them, everything is toppling before the great call. </span></span></p><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">But some, with good and well-deserved help, will finally and fully dispel the fakery and chicanery embracing every face and every call. With their hearts and minds set right and with their faces smiling and bright despite deceptions and wounds, they will continue to hold stronly to the divine rope. They will survive and thrive. They will rejoice the sight of every bird, every flower and every waterfall. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Brothers love their sisters and</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> remember</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">As the leaves of a tree called</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> life are</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> falling,</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">At one time apart and at another</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> together, </span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">There will sooner or later come</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> a voice </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> calling:</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Injuries will heal and hence</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> be</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> forgotten,</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Lies will stumble, be found out</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> and</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> go down,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Dreams will dovetail with good deeds and</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> come</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> true,</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Weapons invented and used against life</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> will end...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Birds and flowers will be set </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> free </span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> of cages and fences,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Innocence and Beauty will</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> spring back and</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> prosper</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Tears in our sacred soil will be</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> wiped out</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> forever...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">Every scoffing built upon our falling is</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> nothing</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">This tree of life is fruitful and has</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> wonder and</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-originalfontsize="12.8px" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"> wonder...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-removefontsize="true"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">"To Modern Times" </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="12.800000190734863" data-removefontsize="true"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: times;">by Chokri Omri</span></span></div> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-62874533425037351072023-03-28T17:13:00.004+01:002023-03-28T17:18:12.737+01:00الْوَاجِبُ عَلَى مَنْ عَزَمَ عَلَى فِعْلِ أَمْرٍ مَا:<p> * </p>
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<p>• - قال الإمام ابن القيِّم رحمه الله تبارك و تعالى - :</p>
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• - وَالْعَبْدُ إذَا عَزَمَ عَلَى فِعْلِ أَمْرٍ فَعَلَيْهِ أَنْ يَعْلَمَ
أَوَّلًا هَلْ هُوَ طَاعَةٌ لِلَّهِ أَمْ لَا ؟ فَإِنْ لَمْ يَكُنْ طَاعَةٌ فَلَا
يَفْعَلُهُ إلَّا أَنْ يَكُونَ مُبَاحًا يَسْتَعِينُ بِهِ عَلَى الطَّاعَةِ ،
وَحِينَئِذٍ يَصِيرُ طَاعَةً ، فَإِذَا بَانَ لَهُ أَنَّهُ طَاعَةٌ فَلَا
يُقْدِمُ عَلَيْهِ حَتَّى يَنْظُرَ هَلْ هُوَ مُعَانٌ عَلَيْهِ أَمْ لَا ؟ فَإِنْ
لَمْ يَكُنْ مُعَانًا عَلَيْهِ فَلَا يُقْدِمُ عَلَيْهِ فَيُذِلَّ نَفْسَهُ ،
وَإِنْ كَانَ مُعَانًا عَلَيْهِ بَقِيَ عَلَيْهِ نَظَرٌ آخَرُ ، وَهُوَ أَنْ
يَأْتِيَهُ مِنْ بَابِهِ ؛ فَإِنْ أَتَاهُ مِنْ غَيْرِ بَابِهِ أَضَاعَهُ أَوْ
فَرَّطَ فِيهِ أَوْ أَفْسَدَ مِنْهُ شَيْئًا ؛ فَهَذِهِ الْأُمُورُ الثَّلَاثَةُ
أَصْلُ سَعَادَةِ الْعَبْدِ وَفَلَاحِهِ ، وَهِيَ مَعْنَى قَوْلِ الْعَبْدِ:
{إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ}، {اهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ}
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• - فَأَسْعَدُ الْخَلْقِ أَهْلُ الْعِبَادَةِ وَالِاسْتِعَانَةِ وَالْهِدَايَةِ
إلَى الْمَطْلُوبِ ، وَأَشْقَاهُمْ مَنْ عُدِمَ الْأُمُورَ الثَّلَاثَةَ ،
وَمِنْهُمْ مَنْ يَكُونُ لَهُ نَصِيبٌ مِنْ { إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ } ، وَنَصِيبُهُ
مِنْ { وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ } ، مَعْدُومٌ أَوْ ضَعِيفٌ ؛ فَهَذَا مَخْذُولٌ
مُهِينٌ مَحْزُونٌ ،
وَمِنْهُمْ مَنْ يَكُونُ نَصِيبُهُ مِنْ { وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ } ، قَوِيًّا وَنَصِيبُهُ
مِنْ { إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ } ، ضَعِيفًا أَوْ مَفْقُودًا ؛ فَهَذَا لَهُ نُفُوذٌ وَتَسَلُّطٌ وَقُوَّةٌ ، وَلَكِنْ لَا
عَاقِبَةَ لَهُ ، بَلْ عَاقِبَتُهُ أَسْوَأُ عَاقِبَةً ،
وَمِنْهُمْ مَنْ يَكُونُ لَهُ نَصِيبٌ مِنْ { إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ } ،
وَلَكِنْ نَصِيبُهُ مِنْ الْهِدَايَةِ إلَى الْمَقْصُودِ ضَعِيفٌ جِدًّا ، كَحَالِ كَثِيرٍ
مِنْ الْعِبَادِ وَالزُّهَّادِ الَّذِينَ قَلَّ عِلْمُهُمْ بِحَقَائِقِ مَا
بَعَثَ اللَّهُ بِهِ رَسُولَهُ - صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - مِنْ الْهُدَى وَدِينِ الْحَقِّ .
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<p>📚إعلام الموقّعين (١٢٣/٢)</p>
شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-30328329077169916152023-03-21T19:34:00.001+01:002023-03-21T19:34:06.284+01:00 On Freedom and Other Things: Moments of reflection.<p><span style="color: #ffd966;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Something has been cropping up in my mind which has thus made me unable to do away with writing. Something that has brought me face to face with my fate. One that has kept nagging and disconscerting me a long time before now. It is this: Freedom. It is one of the most abstract ideas that has haunted people wherever they are, whenever they are and whoever they are. Freedom, the ability to ask for something that belongs to you but taken away.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">It is the moment when you feel that life is that which you are not living. The moment when you live with the feeling that you don't have any reason for not being what you are not. To spend your days looking at the horizon yearning for flowers to grow up without any mower, red roses to sprout without being yellowed, birds to fly in God's lovely air high up and up without being hunted down, and nightingales to sing and breathe the wet morning without wailing for the woods that are burning. To behold the beauty of nature smelling the green grass and rejoicing the sight of children playing around the game of Hide and Seek. To see the villager tilling his land, planting the corn and running behind his sheep throwing up stones over the cows that want to cross the bean.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">But then, again, to weep over the poor man who died just because he asked for the dinner of his kids, to sigh and smile when you see your mother takes off her blanket and adds it to yours in times of frost and cold in winter nights and to think about the rich man who would frown at the beggar asking him not to show his face again, this is not it.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">"The flowers of the cherry tree,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">How they wave about!</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">It's not that I do not think of you,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">But your home is so far away."</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">He did not really think of her. If he did, there is no such thing as being far away. If he did, then why not being told to muffle and hasten to get his poem effaced and thrown away in order to read this poem:</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">"La gare m'a appris ceci: </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Si le train vient de partir, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Ne t'essouffle jamais derrière lui </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Car celui qui t'aime </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">T'aimera davantage en attendant."</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">In other terms, to wonder and ponder about Reason that people claim to have been bound up with. One should hope that the following questions will be asked out of this so called Reason; Is it really possible that freedom, once gone, will never come back to us? Is it possible, I hope it is not, that Rousseau was right when he addressed us saying: </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">"O people who have freedom, retain this maxim: It may happen that man will seize freedom, but once he lost it, he would never grant it again." ? </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">"Peuple libres, souvenez-vous de cette maxime: "On peut acquérir la liberté, mais on ne la recouvre jamais." </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Une maxime paradoxale sur laquelle on deverait consulter nos coeurs et nos esprits dans une interrogation bien établie. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Is it necessary for us to believe in freedom and work on its presence? What is freedom? What differences can there be between those who are free and those who are not? Is it enough for one to say he is free in order to vouch his freedom? What sort of things into which one can hope to bump while being free? What expectations are there from those who are not free?</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">To start out with, being but narrow minded people, albeit the pretence we are not, we do not really seem to have the capacity for defining things. It would be all the more ridiculous to try to close things by wanting to assign specific words or expressions for them. Many and many are the ways, we know, in which we persist in scoping and presenting things as they are perceived by our senses rather than our minds. Our minds are filled with our senses and the obverse is also true. Nobody has ever said anything that proved to be constantly agreed upon with no need to be doubted or questioned. It is very hard to make it otherwise. This is settled; there is no such thing as something to be settled. It is of no use to keep on maintaining that we are only dealing with names. Names are themselves named as names.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Therefore, the true identity of things or their presence in our minds is something that has to be constructed and carried out in a reluctant artificial way. Artificiality is all that we can offord to do. Accordingly, the first duty in life is to try to be as artificial as possible so as to be fully accepted and acknowledged in society. Of course, it is extremely important to keep in mind that the only thing worth living for is no more than to keep one self pure. But it is extremely important to retain in mind as well that this can only take place and come about when there is no place for others to impose themselves in one way or another. Solitude is a very case in point. It provides us with a space where one can actually start to forget. To forget society is necessary as it is vital. To come closer to one self and discover its potentialities that are most of the time hidden and repressed. To look for a way out and then in to deploy them and make sure they are working effectively without any codes. This is basically the first step towards freedom. Frederich Holderlin, inside his twenty years of madness, could not but react in this way: </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">"Now I only understand man when I am far away from him and living in solitude."</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">What one cannot help saying is this: There should be no glamour of hope from those who refuse to ask for their freedom. What on earth is the value of man if he does not ask for his life? That we should live and hear of no possible thing to mar our existence is absolutely what all of us are here and present for. Every one has to prepare himself to admit the fact that nobody has ever come to life to see others reveal and demonstrate their superiority over him. We are all equals in terms of everything. We should be equals in terms of everything. We have to be equals in terms of everything. Les hommes sont égaux par nature; mais nous ne sommes pas à l'origine des temps. What really prevents this truth from being shown is illusion.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Illusion, to my own thinking, is always present as something that is capable of deviating people from performing certain things according to certain rules (religious as they are or societal). This can be avowable but to some extent. The fact will not possibly be of great importance in so far as truth comes to be concerned. Indeed, truth itself is capable of generating the same sort of things. It can deflect certain people and prompt them to do certain things with reference to certain dominions. The question, thus, is the following: What makes us concede that something is true while something else is illusive? Reality and imagination for instance; does the former stand for truth while the latter for illusion? What if both of them are two inseparable parts of the same thing which is illusion? Are we able to live in reality without imagination?</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">One needs to talk about freedom. The point I wish to make clear is that freedom is not an ideal we are waiting to be imbued with. It is our very reason d'être without which we are no longer in a position to make any choice regarding our lives and the way we expectingly want them to be lived. Freedom is a human condition and not an idea waiting for its chance to be used.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Take freedom as a motive if you don’t feel it for the time being. Take it then as a motive and work very hard upon obtaining it, for there is really nothing so much precious and exorbitant as freedom. It is, as I have come to dwell upon this in another respect, freedom that will make us aware of life. It is that which must belong to us sooner or later, and I don’t think it will come without arduousness. Freedom is not a luxury nor is it to be seen as restricted to some lucky ones whom we often refer to as being “the happy few”. They are, I think, to be held responsible for “the despondant many”. It is our nature that teaches us this extremely important lesson. We are free by nature but the very second man took the life of his brother and the sad film of slavery began to be shown. Look at the trees, c’est une loi écrite dans la nature! Look at the flowers, look then at the birds, look at the sun, look at the moon, look at the stars. Look at yourself now.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Now, it is time we ceased to think simplistically about life because life is, after all, too complex to be taken with laxness. We are called upon to open our eyes the maximum of time for everything seems to be taking its course and turning to its reverse. We are going to stop making it difficult for ourselves to deal with our living. Let us juggle with it instead and learn each time that we are responsible for every mistake we are going to make. Let us take responsibility for ourselves at this very juncture of history for there seems to be no other way for us except fighting and fighting and fighting and then realising the difference we are going to make possible. Nobody will ever start admonishing us for the choices we have until we start harming others. We have no intention whatever to harm anyone. We are only trying to escape death for some time and most of all oblivion. Nobody wants to die and be consigned into oblivion. There is really more enterprise in fighting because, to our minds, existence is ,indeed, a very wild and bitter struggle and not an easy exercise to be met and solved the first time we are alive.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Life is not a mere game which is measured by loss and gain. This is very simplistic and suggests some vital awareness from our part. We must take our lives beyond this mistake and think of it as something much deeper and with a view of searching for our very raison d’être. We must give meaning to our lives. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Pleasure is not a goal. It can be a result but not a goal. Life is a predicament for those who find a glamour of hope in sincerity and righteousness. Hard work and patience when combined will make a solid safeguard for our motives. We are to understand this from the start and then take better care of life. </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">“Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.”</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">(John Milton, Paradise Lost)</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">Chokri Omri</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;">( Tunisia )</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-32436847896069364262023-03-21T15:59:00.007+01:002023-03-22T00:31:33.166+01:00"The Weeping Soul", Arabic poem translated into English <p><span style="color: #38761d;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3mcevDYLK9JKwbRCYWsARvmmYeU0UT8ksDrRF7zEgWawqzHiiNFO4-XzSgz10dRONcd0sH7OlI3YyI93ELZrvM6sGMHXE1CwE480oBcB1p3h57-WN74fSEsmu5O87Uz0YVWkVd57tbtuRlJefiM02C_m8HgxxkC9oPVCM-aaGad5j2F5wHvPsI5s3g/s768/FB_IMG_1679408677192.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="497" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3mcevDYLK9JKwbRCYWsARvmmYeU0UT8ksDrRF7zEgWawqzHiiNFO4-XzSgz10dRONcd0sH7OlI3YyI93ELZrvM6sGMHXE1CwE480oBcB1p3h57-WN74fSEsmu5O87Uz0YVWkVd57tbtuRlJefiM02C_m8HgxxkC9oPVCM-aaGad5j2F5wHvPsI5s3g/w259-h400/FB_IMG_1679408677192.jpg" width="259" /></a></span></div><div><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span><span>Why does the soul cry over the Herein albeit knowing </span><span><br /></span><span>That happiness obtains by relinquishing that which pertains to it?</span><span><br /></span><span>No home there is for us to dwell in after death</span><span><br /></span><span>Except the one we have already been building. </span><span><br /></span><span>If we build it with goodness, </span><span><br /></span><span>Pleasing the settlement will then feel.</span><span><br /></span><span>But if we build it with evil, </span><span><br /></span><span>Lost are the builder and the building.</span><span><br /></span><span>Our lot for heirs we gather ..</span><span><br /></span><span>Our homes for the vicissitudes of time we establish ..</span><span><br /></span><span>Where are those kings who used to boastfully give orders</span><span><br /></span><span>Till the angel of death has poured death upon them?</span><span><br /></span><span>How numerous were the cities built upon the horizon</span><span><br /></span><span>But now they eventually disappeared along with their dwellers.</span><span><br /></span><span>Succumb not to this world and its elements, </span><span><br /></span><span>For death will undoubtedly end us and end it.</span><span><br /></span><span>Every soul, however fearful of death, </span><span><br /></span><span>Tend to tarry with hopes and expectations.</span><span><br /></span><span>We joyfully entertain it but then time comes carrying a scythe.</span><span><br /></span><span>We give free rein to it but then death brings an ending to all.</span><span><br /></span><span>Hoard good and pure ethical conduct:</span><span><br /></span><span>Religion comes first of all, Intellect second to it</span><span><br /></span><span>Knowledge third, Tolerance fourth</span><span><br /></span><span>Generosity fifth, Graciousness sixth</span><span><br /></span><span>Rescuing people seventh, Gratitude eighth </span><span><br /></span><span>Patience ninth, Gentleness will finally attest and warrant.</span><span><br /></span><span>The soul must know I am not going to trust it</span><span><br /></span><span>I should take the wise step of going against it</span><span><br /></span><span>Because I work for the world of tomorrow [the Hereafter]</span><span><br /></span><span>To truly please The Owner</span><span><br /></span><span>The neighbour is Ahmed [in Heaven] </span><span><br /></span><span>And The Merciful is the creator of Heaven</span><span><br /></span><span>Whose palaces are of gold, </span><span><br /></span><span>Its soil is heavenly perfumed</span><span><br /></span><span>The grass grows forever green along with good saffrons </span><span><br /></span><span>The rivers are milky, pure and honeyed</span><span><br /></span><span>The wine is heavenly flowing with sweet nectar cannaled</span><span><br /></span><span>The birds flutter and warble amid the tree branches, </span><span><br /></span><span>Praising The Lord loudly in their hymnings ..</span><span><br /></span><span>Behold, he/she who feels like buying a home in The Gardens</span><span><br /></span><span>Should then harken sincerely to arise and awake their souls </span><span><br /></span><span>With prayers revived and invoked in the middle of the night.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span><span>📚Note: This poem is said to have been written by Imām Ali Ibn Abī Tālib. </span><span><br /></span><span>English version proposed by Chokri Omri</span></span></div><p></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-68667355116453784982023-03-15T21:46:00.000+01:002023-03-15T21:46:21.943+01:00A moment of thought<p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">So as to succeed, and success is an achievement at once personal and social but then remains something relative, one should focus on what he/she can do and not on what he/she cannot do. Complaining about problems is part of failure and of wasting one's own time. It is then by investing reasonable and genuine effort in one's work, strengthening one's heart by pure love, courage and patience and casting coward and cheap excuses away when challenges and difficulties are faced that one will definitely make good steps in his/her safari of learning. The problem-solving process which is the major part of being intelligent would then involve seeking to identify your own problems, catch them one by one, question, analyze and uncover their causes. Suggested solutions would thus begin to enter the gate of possibility. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Oxygen;">Chokri Omri</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-82116382985670550922023-02-24T08:31:00.001+01:002023-02-24T08:31:17.840+01:00A moment of reflection, not down the wind.<p> </p><p><i><b><span style="font-family: Cairo;">"An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself." (1)</span></b></i></p><p>Albert Camus, Carnets, 1935–42 (1962)</p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;"><span>Learning and questioning are keys to knowledge. When we are faced with flippant, painful and bitter prospects of existence in life, our critical awareness, even if it comes belated, should urgently begin to "watch our minds" (Albert Camus) as we seek to learn step by step from people, life and time. Our critical awareness is going to help us make up our minds and at the same time energize our hearts so that a certain good conduct and a certain good descipline in our lives are finally established.</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;">It is to be hoped that the expected result, based upon this attitude, this preference, coupled strongly with arduous work, not mere talk, is such that we start opening our eyes, awakening ourselves and becoming aware of the necessity to look for the way out. We begin to carefully and sustainably refuse to be manipulated and deceived. When this is understood, there is no need to remind ourselves afterward that the "sheep spirit" and the "cheap optimism" we used to deploy and cherish and the "comfort zone" we used to valorize must thus vanish without any sort of guilt or regret from our part. A good, classy, graceful, skillful but not arrogant life is ahead of us soon enough. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;">- Chokri Omri</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Cairo;">(1) Oxford Essential Quotations (4 ed.), edited by Susan Ratcliffe and published by Oxford University (2016).</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-79399131005576549232023-02-10T20:25:00.003+01:002023-02-10T20:25:32.600+01:00Once Upon A Forgotten School Of life, a moment of reflection.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ67c-ExtPkY11MefNEWS7o39iinuvd9I0x908bCzMgIKKKNlFMKdMCIzYNkGAg69WBF_y_TuPuOpXp0hwW3Q_DLTaf5j4jSd2WVet2YAFMa8nRK_7Itsns0z3pS3betMPm8VMsp5lPHXXcm4P6fpKABuNYBGwNmBIDfkc9U1z5LUWbKM5OjGPWGPng/s1181/IMG_2246.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ67c-ExtPkY11MefNEWS7o39iinuvd9I0x908bCzMgIKKKNlFMKdMCIzYNkGAg69WBF_y_TuPuOpXp0hwW3Q_DLTaf5j4jSd2WVet2YAFMa8nRK_7Itsns0z3pS3betMPm8VMsp5lPHXXcm4P6fpKABuNYBGwNmBIDfkc9U1z5LUWbKM5OjGPWGPng/s320/IMG_2246.jpeg" width="203" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCigdMo8xHMZiwt7E5PiNB8X9N8JZ7HEnjfhWe0ewbTeki5BCKGmds3oXjj6RMTGv4eN5icColugl5C7kFQ7b_d-CK3k5jvawQIlhoyg4GcQLX0KPygwm8fEgAovdCnWxzUdlxOmCiNXcof7XryNh5zrHThW2uYMHaljoyXuyM0ZQSuofTKm68h0trew/s1033/IMG_2247.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCigdMo8xHMZiwt7E5PiNB8X9N8JZ7HEnjfhWe0ewbTeki5BCKGmds3oXjj6RMTGv4eN5icColugl5C7kFQ7b_d-CK3k5jvawQIlhoyg4GcQLX0KPygwm8fEgAovdCnWxzUdlxOmCiNXcof7XryNh5zrHThW2uYMHaljoyXuyM0ZQSuofTKm68h0trew/s320/IMG_2247.jpeg" width="232" /></a></div><br /> <p></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-55483906252326102772023-02-08T23:17:00.003+01:002023-02-10T20:28:14.918+01:00A moment of reflection <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><i>(( Do not let the will play gardener to your soul Unless you are sure It is
wiser than your soul’s nature. //</i> E. L. Masters<i> ))</i></b> </span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">He had given us life so long
before we set foot here. He carefully sifted for us by dint of love and wisdom
the finest and most qualified of men among us and named them prophets and gave
each a shared mission to awaken us and patiently teach us wisdom and good life
lessons and sustainably help us all the way in order to get ready to sit for an
exam they had already sat for and succeeded in and got rewarded for eternally. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">We must never forget that God has endowed our bodies, hearts and souls with life
and bestowed strength to us so that we resist human ignorance, hateful weakness
and cheap living but also and more importantly so that we insist on learning
more and continue to love life more, hate the enemies of it well and forgive
those who do not know as we move on. God alone is pulling the sky over our heads
with no need of pillars as we see it. He then offered us the earth and
beautified it and ordered it to serve us with many a tree, flower and fruit, to
name but few, hence making it, observe the seasons and cycles of nature, look
like a vivid carpet on which we walk, work and explore. To give but one example
of God's creation, let us not fail to observe the cycles of life of a butterfly.
There is in them a great secret waiting for us to fathom. Good life long
learners are going to blush with a feeling of eternal indebtedness. In the
meantime, what have we done to ourselves? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">Human beings, save a few among us but
perhaps away from what we say and do, are sneering, mocking and looking down on
one another. Horrendous atrocities and crimes are being inflicted on God's
creation. If they are hidden and forgotten, they are written. How faulty,
ignorant and deprived then are those of us who do not perceive. How impoverished
and wretched are those who do not seek strength and wealth from the One who
created them with His own Hands and gave them health and life when others are
giving sickness and death. How dangerous and hurtful to their own selves are
those who do not remember. If memory serves only those who forget, what do
ignorance, refusal to learn and oblivion serve?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">The Ayah/Verse 61 from Surat/Chapter
of The Bees has it that: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;">If Allāh were to punish people ‘immediately’ for their
wrongdoing, He would not have left a single living being on earth. But He delays
them for an appointed term. And when their time arrives, they cannot delay it
for a moment nor could they advance it.
</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-52805923364317834392023-02-06T10:19:00.001+01:002023-02-06T10:19:31.347+01:00Dearest Reader, Keep Reading. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpakdllXu_v81FCkF2ZDeGPGH8l-5Vek4jTCqUrc64RgwTR2hCvXYQ_P9aXHchGI0n8tz4ieZv-IAtRP9VLXVsOBrS6gwymQjx9Son55LfFwwt4B5FUSUDONWFYHOJdAfqMsYPH35Vh03ZBVIe70TeDyCctq2AJRHAJpg4hviCPP7iCWZwXJXluGJV9A/s1173/FB_IMG_1675674556634.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="1173" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpakdllXu_v81FCkF2ZDeGPGH8l-5Vek4jTCqUrc64RgwTR2hCvXYQ_P9aXHchGI0n8tz4ieZv-IAtRP9VLXVsOBrS6gwymQjx9Son55LfFwwt4B5FUSUDONWFYHOJdAfqMsYPH35Vh03ZBVIe70TeDyCctq2AJRHAJpg4hviCPP7iCWZwXJXluGJV9A/s320/FB_IMG_1675674556634.jpg"/></a></div> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-5081311571087594912022-10-25T08:08:00.007+01:002022-10-25T08:11:28.380+01:00رسالة في التّوحيد الحمد لله رب العالمين
والصلاة والسلام على سيّدنا محمّد الأمين
وبعد،
قال الشيخ فخر الدين بن عساكر (620 هـ) رحمه الله:
اعلم أرشدَنا الله وإياكَ أنه يجبُ على كلّ
مكلَّف أن يعلمَ أن الله عزَّ وجلَّ واحدٌ في مُلكِه، خلقَ العالمَ بأسرِهِ
العلويَّ والسفليَّ والعرشَ والكرسيَّ، والسَّمواتِ والأرضَ وما فيهما وما بينهما.
جميعُ الخلائقِ مقهورونَ بقدرَتِهِ، لا تتحركُ ذرةٌ إلا بإذنِهِ، ليسَ معهُ مُدبّرٌ
في الخَلقِ ولا شريكٌ في المُلكِ، حيٌّ قيومٌ لا تأخذُهُ سِنةٌ ولا نومٌ، عالمُ
الغيب والشهادةِ، لا يَخفى عليهِ شىءٌ في الأرضِ ولا في السماءِ، يعلمُ ما في
البرّ، والبحرِ وما تسقطُ من ورقةٍ إلا يعلمُهَا، ولا حبةٍ في ظلماتِ الأرضِ ولا
رَطبٍ ولا يابسٍ إلا في كتابٍ مبين. أحاط بكلّ شىءٍ علمًا وأحصى كلَّ شىءٍ عددًا،
فعالٌ لما يريدُ، قادرٌ على ما يشاءُ، له الملكُ وله الغِنَى، وله العزُّ والبقاءُ،
ولهُ الحكمُ والقضاءُ، ولهُ الأسماءُ الحسنى، لا دافعَ لما قضى، ولا مانعَ لما
أعطى، يفعلُ في مُلكِهِ ما يريدُ، ويحكمُ في خلقِه بما يشاءُ. لا يرجو ثوابًا ولا
يخافُ عقابًا، ليس عليه حقٌّ [يلزمُهُ] ولا عليه حكمٌ، وكلُّ نِعمةٍ منهُ فضلٌ
وكلُّ نِقمةٍ منه عدلٌ، لا يُسأَلُ عما يفعلُ وهم يسألونَ. موجودٌ قبل الخلقِ، ليس
له قبلٌ ولا بعدٌ، ولا فوقٌ ولا تحتٌ، ولا يَمينٌ ولا شمالٌ، ولا أمامٌ ولا خلفٌ،
ولا كلٌّ، ولا بعضٌ. ولا يقالُ متى كانَ ولا أينَ كانَ ولا كيفَ، كان ولا مكان،
كوَّنَ الأكوانَ ودبَّر الزمانَ، لا يتقيَّدُ بالزمانِ ولا يتخصَّصُ بالمكان، ولا
يشغلُهُ شأنٌ عن شأن، ولا يلحقُهُ وهمٌ، ولا يكتَنِفُهُ عقلٌ، ولا يتخصَّصُ
بالذهنِ، ولا يتمثلُ في النفسِ، ولا يتصورُ في الوهمِ، ولا يتكيَّفُ في العقلِ، لا
تَلحقُهُ الأوهامُ والأفكارُ، (لَيْسَ كَمِثلِهِ شَىءٌ وَهُوَ السَّمِيعُ
البَصِيرُ) اهـ. اِعلم رحمَكَ الله بتوفيقهِ أن سيدَنا محمَّدَ بنَ عبدِ اللهِ بنِ
عبدِ المطلب بن هاشِم ِبن عبد منافِ بنِ قُصيّ بن كِلاب بن مُرّةَ بنِ كَعْبِ بن
لُؤيِ بنِ غالبِ بنِ فِهرِ بن مالكِ بن النضرِ بن كِنانةَ بن خزيمةَ بن مُدرِكةَ بن
إلياسَ بن مُضرَ بن نزارِ بن مَعَدِّ بن عدنان عبدُ اللهِ ورسولُه ونبيُّه وخليلُه.
خيرُ الخلقِ أجمعينَ وقائدُ الغُرِّ المُحجَّلين أرسلَه ربُّه إلى الإنسِ والجِن
مُبشّراً ونذيراً وداعياً إلى الله بإذنهِ وسِراجاً مُنيرًا. نزل عليه بالوحي
جبريلُ الأمين وهو رئيسُ الملائكةِ المُكَرَّمينَ، خلقهـم الله من نُور وجبَلهُم
على الطّاعَةِ وقوّاهم عليها فلا ينامونَ ولا يَفْتُرونَ ولا يأكلونَ ولا يشربونَ<b></b>
ولا يعصونَ الله ما أمرهم ويفعلون ما يُؤمرون. كِتابُهُ الذِّكْرُ الحكيمُ
وشريعتُهُ الحنيفة السّمْحةُ وأُمّتُهُ خيرُ الأُمم، ليس فوق رُتبتهِ في الناسِ
رُتبةٌ ولا ينالُ منـزلَتَهُ مخلوقٌ خاتَمُ النبيينَ وإمامُهم وأعلَمُهُم وأعلاهُم
وأفصحُهم وأقواهم وأجملُهُم وانجدُهم وأشجعُهم وأسخاهُم وأكثرُهـم ءايآتٍ
وأظهَرُهُم مُعجزاتٍ وهُم جميعاً أهلُ الفضلِ والصبرِ والإيمانِ واليقينِ والصِّدقِ
والدِيانةِ والعفةِ والصيانةِ والذكاء والفطانةِ والتبليغِ والأمانةِ جَمٌ غفير
أولُهم ءادمُ عليه السلامُ خلقَهُ اللهُ من طينٍ فجعلهُ بَشَراً سويّاً في أحسن
تقويمٍ ومن ذريّتِهِ شيثٌ وإدريسُ ونُوحٌ وهود ٌ وصالحٌ وشُعيبٌ وإبراهيمُ ولُوطٌ
وإسماعيـلُ وإسحـاقُ ويعقوبُ ويُوسُفُ وموسى وهارونُ ويُوشعُ ويُونُسُ وأيوبُ وذو
الكِفلِ وإلياسُ واليسعُ وداودُ وسُليمانُ وزكريا ويحيى وعيسى والخَضِرُ وغيرُهُم
كثيرٌ. ودينهُم واحدٌ هو الإسلامُ وهم أفضلُ خلقِ الله أحياءٌ في قُبُورهم
يُصَلُّونَ، هُمُ الوسيلةُ ولَهُمُ الشّفاعةُ يومَ الدّين ولنبيَِنا المَقامُ
المَحمودُ. وجِماعُ ما تقَدَّمَ كُلُه في حديثِ رسُولِ الله صلى الله عليه وسلم: ((
الإيمانُ أن تؤمِنَ باللهِ ومَلائكته وكُتبِهِ ورُسُلِهِ واليومِ الآخرِ وتؤمِنَ
بالقدر خيره وشرِّهِ )). وهو صحيح رواه الإمامُ مسلمٌ.
المصدر
https://www.islam.ms/ar/?p=24<b></b>
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<b></b><b></b> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-56435634647348180252022-08-23T22:11:00.004+01:002022-08-24T00:20:55.490+01:00A Moment Of Awareness <p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Is it ethically obtainable for us or for others to continue to believe those who have practiced on us or on them the business of lying, swindling, deception, manipulation and procrastination even for one single time? As far as I can see it, this is extremely difficult and goes beyond the fickle and poorly-acquired human opinion twisted by the conditions and state of affairs which are already affected by the cycles of time and the winds of change. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The way out of that requires a great deal of effort and should go toward wiping each one them out from our memory. Such a decisive move should be directed towards that end alone and we must never honor anyone of them, and hence ward off insulting ourselves, by the erroneous willingness to invest time and effort in waiting for them to change. We must never accord a bit of thinking to such a dramatic scenario.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For gone, indeed, is that time in which we used to believe or hope for them to understand one day the meaning of how to counter agony and deception with patience and discretion and how to offer more goodness to goodness instead of bastardization, denial and ill faith. Gone completely is that time in which we used to ponder that we would eventually arrive at something different lurking behind harshness and deception. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What we have come to find, instead, is a new update to much of ignorance, procrastination, insincerity, manipulation and trickery coupled with a demand for us to condone and succumb to them and a surprise from them over our resistance and knowledge of what their hearts plot in secret, what their silence stupidly reveals and what their words pathetically conceal. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There seems to be no use here in elaborating more and I should perhaps finish with this call without adding anything to it further: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Bring my arms to me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">To hone them with the salt of tears.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bring tears to my eyes </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So that the dead among us </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Cries over the living." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">- Chokri Omri</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-25256216115292567782022-08-18T00:01:00.003+01:002022-08-18T00:02:58.863+01:00«Ask him who lives what is life»<p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Where most people terribly tend to enjoy their emptiness and then horrendously forget the death station, I thus continue to remember. We are mortals and we are all coming to stop by it for a moment. This must be understood. But if you ask me about how I see it, I can submit that I have hardly any fear of crossing such station. I have, instead, fear of my journey in life. I have fear of its painful lessons and tribulations. I do not need to ask anyone about how he/she sees it himself/herself but I need to continue to ask myself, instead, and search for good answers. </span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">My vision, concerning life, has it that life is not what is happening in reality. No, sir! Life is a choice, a stance and an attitude towards life. Life is that of the heart resisting and bleeding because the mind is scoffing at the human breakdown and busy listing the differences between persons and their ideas, if they have any, and then seeking to normalize and turn a blind eye to the lack of innocence, energy and nobility in everything said and done.</span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I thus continue to remember and ask myself: Are we living life rightly and decently or are we just waiting for it? How is it that we are going to bring back what has been taken away? How are we going to come back home safely and victoriously after a long journey? Finally, while seeking to earn a good life in which good answers to those questions are to obtain, make sure to carefully build, step by step, and with patience and love, a self-guided search for self-improvement and get rid, at the same time, of those who have only big words in their stinky mouths. </span></p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13.8px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span><br /></span></p><p>
</p><p style="font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Chokri Omri</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-82033502444197302222022-08-17T23:57:00.000+01:002022-08-17T23:57:20.684+01:00In Poetry, Love Remembers and Reminds<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love requires something beyond knowledge. It has always already been a mystery hardly unpacked. As a matter of fact, there is more to it, for the good hearts that continue to beat to it, than just agony, open wounds and tears experienced by many but felt by few and hence expressed, articulated and depicted and sometimes prevaricated, exagerated and twisted by poets, writers and whoever feels himself at it. It all depends on the nature and nurture of the few blessed and cured hearts and minds welcoming and fostering it or the many sullied, corrupt and dirty minds and hearts mistrusting, using and then dismissing it. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In love lies perfect wisdom, healing and eternal happiness for the good hearts that either welcome or shy away but still repsect and in love lies limitations, suffering and homesickness too. In short, to be able to love means to be able to remember clearly and decently. Now, by invoking memory, thus coupled with shared, because it is negotiated, knowledge of the past that must be delivered to the present, we keep at once reading and re-reading, writing and re-writing and building and re-building upon it for posterity. Nobody can start from void because love has always preceded. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course, for curious minds, this is easily proven by the existence of numerous collections of poems and huge volumes of prose furthered by critical work to help them endure through time. But it is worth reminding that love cannot be found in books of literature. Literature itself, as Nicholas Watson* rightly said, refers not to books but to the knowledge gained from them. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We can see that in the same way as we see how actions and reactions are being taken and made through time on the ground by those who seek to read, learn and reach out with help (this is love!) and by those who ambition to move many a step further and begin to fly with words and deeds everywhere and offer help on the ground (this is love and knowledge!). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Success will then come to both categories as learning becomes incremental and life-long and this shows us the multitude of possibilties in life and shows us the multiplicity and complexity of ways that either point to the Paradiso where love is nourished and elemented by divine beauty and truth or, alas, to the Inferno where hatred hates everything including itself and thus is ready to suffer, pay the bills of lies and crimes inflicted by its agents and therefore continue to feel the bitterness it has already caused everywhere. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love, in a nutshell, however mysterious and dangerous, remembers and reminds but hatred, however comfortable, complex and horrendous, forgets, hinders and manipulates.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">----------------</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">*Nicholas Watson's statement is gleaned from his introduction to a chapter entitled "Theories of Translation" p.73 in a volume entitled "The Oxford History of Literary Translation in English" edited by Roger Ellis and first published by Oxford university press (New York, 2008). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Source: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">https://www.poetrysoup.com/article/in_poetry_love_remembers_and_reminds-4609</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-24823536832176840402022-08-16T21:57:00.002+01:002022-08-16T21:57:27.726+01:00A Reading and translation of a poem <p>“The Birth of Song”</p><p><br /></p><p>I am as certain of my song, </p><p>When first it warms my brain, </p><p>As woman of her unborn child,</p><p>Or wind that carries rain.</p><p><br /></p><p>The child and rain are born at last,</p><p>Though now concealed from sight—</p><p>So let my song, unshaped and crude,</p><p>Come perfect to the light.</p><p><br /></p><p>W. H. Davies</p><p><br /></p><p>- Reading:</p><p><br /></p><p>The poem is based on an extended metaphor (some form of conceit) involving the notion of (pro)creation: conceiving (brain / womb / wind) and begetting (delivering the poem / delivering the baby / bringing rain). Accordingly, the translation should bring out the elements of this conceit. "Song" simply means "poem". Some poems are set to music; they, then, become songs. The "child" and "rain" are "unshaped and crude" until they are born; likewise, the poem, "unshaped and crude," will "come perfect to the light". </p><p><br /></p><p>W. H. Davies is known for his being more inclined to simplicity than sophistication, and the gist of this poem attests to it. Child, Rain and Poem all partake of a natural process of growth, according to the poet. </p><p><br /></p><p>Any translation work must begin by unpacking the meaning before recasting it in a new idiom. In the case of poetry, the expressive function must be approximated as much as possible.</p><p><br /></p><p>Mohamed Mansouri </p><p><br /></p><p>- Proposed Translations: </p><p><br /></p><p>1) "ميلاد أغنية"</p><p><br /></p><p>عن أغنيتي آتيكم بالخبر </p><p>حين بالدّفء لعقلي تنتصر</p><p>كأمّ تنتظر مولودها الآتي</p><p>كالرّيح تحمل المطر</p><p><br /></p><p>ها قد أتى الوليد أخيرا والمطر</p><p>وإن كانا الآن بعيدين عن النّظر</p><p>ألا فلتتركوا أغنيتي، لا تقتلوها </p><p>عساها تأتي جميلة كالقمر</p><p><br /></p><p>وليام هنري ديفيز</p><p>(تعريب شكري عمري)</p><p><br /></p><p>2) "ميلاد القصيدة"</p><p><br /></p><p>بقصيدتي يضاهي استيقاني </p><p>وهي نطفة في جَناني</p><p>استيقان الأمّ بوليدها المنتظر</p><p>أو الريح الحُبلى بالمطر</p><p><br /></p><p>وأخيرا يهلّ الوليد ويأتي المطر</p><p>وإن كانا الآن خفيّين عن البصر</p><p>فدعوا قصيدتي تأتي على السّجيّة</p><p>فتتبدّى للعيان في طلعة بَهيّة. </p><p><br /></p><p>وليام هنري ديفيز</p><p>(تعريب محمّد منصوري)</p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-7795241660660405152021-06-17T13:57:00.001+01:002021-06-17T13:57:26.780+01:00فيروز - لا يدوم اغترابى - - HD<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/mJGapMhQAbM" width="480"></iframe> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-68157634632518612642021-06-07T22:52:00.001+01:002021-06-07T22:52:18.479+01:00Faruz Lama albab ntwadaa فيروز لما عالباب نتودع<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/YefA0Kxuf84" frameborder="0"></iframe> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-13801239713889729642021-06-04T00:34:00.002+01:002021-06-04T00:34:34.649+01:00Moments of Love Not Down the Wind <a href="https://www.poetrysoup.com/article/moments_of_love_not_down_the_wind-3338?img=https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/poetrysoup_large_fb.jpg">Moments of Love Not Down the Wind by Chokri Omri</a> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-84723712060050590952021-05-03T03:27:00.018+01:002021-06-04T00:40:37.599+01:00Time for ink to run with blood<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400; 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color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;"><span face="".SFUIText-Semibold""></span><br /></span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">Kindly halt O time </span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">Upon the verge of our silence</span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">It is, indeed, worth many a word </span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">Driving home several of points</span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p dir="rtl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">(Translation mine)</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;"><span face="".SFUIText-Semibold""></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto; word-spacing: 1px;"><span data-originalcomputedfontsize="22.66666603088379" data-originalfontsize="17pt" style="background-color: #ffa400; font-family: Cairo; font-size: medium;">
In almost every field of life, many and strange sometimes are the answers worked out and proposed to good and bad questions regarding it and regarding what is beyond it and these answers and these questions certainly keep diverging from one person to another depending on the degree of disposition and state of affairs but the best answers to the worst of questions will always come from those who learn, seek to learn everywhere even in China and then would never feel tired, albeit feeling sometimes hampered and very often short, of learning on a regular day to day and night after night basis including sunny days, rainy days and holidays.
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If knowledge is power, then it stands to reason that wisdom is how to invest that power (savoir faire/ the know how) so that it can help the good planning and careful building of bridges between those who know and those who are struggling on their way of obtaining knowledge rather than keep wasting time, money and energy on fruitless tarrying and parrying here and there mostly out of ignorance, egocentricity and xenophobic rejection of the old, the new and the different!
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The world in which we are living now is unfortunately turned upside down and the most fortunate and strongest of mice and men in it are on their knees (notice now how honest and articulate they have become in revealing their feelings of fearfulness and cowardice in front of something invisible!) not just because there isn’t enough knowledge (The What) but also because, and here the reason becomes quickly its own consequence, there isn’t enough wisdom (and the how is now turning into how come!) so as to naturally go about profiting humanly from it and most of all safeguarding themselves and others from the dangers involved and which are mostly generated by them willingly or unwillingly.
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Knowledge is not always human but wisdom, according to the best of human knowledge, has always been and will continue to be and thus should remain an added value catering for the welfare and sustaining the journey of those who are still human and who are always resisting and insisting on being human and for whom learning is always an important part and an incremental process leading to new questions and fresh answers.
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Chokri Omri
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(Regueb city, April 2021)
</span></p> شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-31713174319591829192021-05-02T19:54:00.006+01:002021-05-02T19:59:00.683+01:00My Homeland وطني My homeland, O you the mountain of the blue clouds my homeland, O you the
moon of dew and lilies O houses of those who love us, O soil of those who were
buried before us O you small but wide as the world, O my homeland my
homeland, O you the gold of the lost time my homeland, you showed up from the
lightning of poems I am a poem on your door that has been written by the
stubborn wind I am a stone, I am a lily, O my homeland my neighbors on the
bridge remembered me, and the songbirds of the moon are calling me the trees
of your lands were planted by the wrists of my family and the stones of your
edges were built by the faces of my ancestors the trees of your lands were
planted by the wrists of my family and the stones of your edges were built by
the faces of my ancestors the trees of your lands were planted by the wrists
of my family and the stones of your edges were built by the faces of my
ancestors and they lived in you for a hundred of years, for a thousand of
years, since the beginning of the world O my homeland, I swear by your life
and by the life of love what's happening to me? I'm growing and in my heart
you're growing the coming days are coming, the sun is hidden but coming
through them you are the strong, you are the rich, and you are the world, O my
homeland (English translation reviewed and revisited by Chokri Omri)
شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-67862560138498743802021-04-22T22:08:00.004+01:002021-04-23T01:01:24.103+01:00الكتب، نصّ لجوزيف كونراد قِيلَ منذ وقت طويل جداً إنّ للكتب مصيرها. نعم إنَّ لها مصيراً، وهو يشبه إلى حدٍّ كبير مصير الإنسان. فهي تشاطرنا غيابَ اليقين الكبير لدينا حيال خزينا أو مجدنا، والظلم الشديد والاضطهاد العنيف، والافتراء وسوء الفهم، وشهرة النجاح غير المستحقة. ومن بين جميع الجمادات، وإبداعات الإنسان كلها، إن الكتب هي الأقرب إلينا، فهي تحتوي على فكرنا وطموحاتنا واستياءاتنا وأوهامنا وإخلاصنا للحقيقة وميلنا المتواصل إلى الخطأ. لكنها تشبهنا أكثر في تمسكّها العابر بالحياة.
إن جسراً يُبْنى وفق قواعد فنّ بناء الجسور يَحْظى بحياة طويلة ومشرّفة ومفيدة. لكن كتاباً جيداً كالجسر في طريقة بنائه يمكن أن يهلك دون أن ينتبه إليه أحد في اليوم نفسه الذي يولد فيه. إن فنّ مبدعي الكتب غير كاف لمنحها أكثر من لحظة حياة. ومن بين الكتب التي وُلدتْ من القلق والإلهام وغرور العقول البشرية فإن تلك التي تفضّلها ربات الإلهام تواجه أكثر من غيرها تهديد موت مبكِّر. ويمكن أن تنقذها أحياناً عيوبها، وفي أحيان أخرى قد لا يمتلك كتاب جميل المنظر (إذا استخدمنا تعبيراً رفيعاً) روحاً فردية. وأكيد أن كتاباً من هذا النوع لا يمكن أن يموت، بل يتفتت إلى غبار فحسب. لكن أفضل الكتب التي تستمدُّ الغذاء من تعاطف وذاكرة الناس عاشت على شفا الدمار، ذلك أن ذاكرة البشر قصيرة المدى، وينبغي الاعتراف أيضاً بأن عواطفهم متذبذبة ولا تخضع لمبدأ.
لا يمكن العثور على سرّ حياة أبدية لكتبنا بين صيغ الفن، كما لا يمكن العثور عليه من أجل أجسادنا في مزيج أدويةٍ موصوفة لنا، ليس لأن بعض الكتب لا تستحقّ حياة دائمة، بل لأن صيغ الفن تعتمد على أشياء متزعزعة، وغير مستقرة، وغير موثوقة، وعلى العواطف الإنسانية وعلى الأفكار المسبقة ومشاعر الحب والكراهية، وعلى شعور الفضيلة وشعور الاستقامة، وعلى معتقدات ونظريات، بما أنها غير قابلة للتدمير، فإنها تغير أشكالها دوماً وغالباً في فترة حياة جيل واحد عابر.
II
إن الروايات، التي يجب أن تحبّها ربات الإلهام، هي التي تطلب، بشكل جدي، ومن بين جميع الكتب الأخرى، تعاطفنا. فالفنّ الروائي بسيط وهو في الوقت نفسه أكثر مراوغةً من جميع الفنون الإبداعية، وأكثر عرضةً كي تجعله غامضاً وساوس خَدَمهِ والمعجبين به، وهو المُقَدَّر عليه، على نحو جليّ، أن يسبّب مشاكل لذهن وقلب الفنان. وقبل كل شيء، إن إبداع عالَمٍ ليس مهمة سهلة إلا ربما لمن يتمتع بموهبة خارقة. وفي الحقيقة يجب أن يبدع جميع الروائيين لأنفسهم عالماً كبيراً أو صغيراً يستطيعون أن يؤمنوا به بصدق. ولا يمكنهم أن يصنعوا هذا العالم إلا على صورتهم لأنه مكتوب عليه أن يبقى فردياً وغامضاً قليلاً، لكن يجب أن يشبه شيئاً ما مألوفاً لتجربة وأفكار وأحاسيس قرائهم.
يمكن أن نعثر في قلب الفن الروائي، وحتى في ما لا يستحقّ أن تُطْلق عليه هذه التسمية، على نوع ما من الحقيقة، حتى ولو كانت حقيقة حميّة درامية صبيانية في لعبة الوجود، كما في روايات دوما الأب. لكن الحقيقة الموضوعية للهشاشة البشرية يمكن العثور عليها في روايات السيد هنري جيمس، كما تعيش الحقيقة الكوميدية المروّعة للجشع العدواني مطلقة العنان بين غنائم الوجود في العالم الوحشي الذي أبدعه بلزاك. إن ملاحقة السعادة بوسائل قانونية وغير قانونية، من خلال الاستكانة أو التمرد أو الاستثمار الجيد للتقاليد أو التمسك المتزمت بآخر نظرية علمية، هو الموضوع الوحيد الذي يمكن أن يُطوّره شرعياً الروائي الذي هو مُسجِّل مغامرات البشرية بين مخاطر مملكة الأرض. إن مملكة الأرض، التي تقف عليها شخصياته، وتتعثر أو تموت، يجب أن تدخل في خطته في التسجيل المخلص. إن تضمين هذا كله في تصور واحد منسجم إنجاز عظيم، وحتى محاولة القيام بهذا بتروٍّ وبنيّة جدية، وليس بدافع من إلحاح غير عقلاني لقلب جاهل، تُشكل طموحاً مشرّفاً. ذلك أن السير بهدوء حيث يمكن أن يتلهّف الحمقى للاندفاع بسرعة يتطلب بعض الشجاعة. وكما قال مرة روائيٌّ فرنسي متميز وناجح عن فن الرواية: ”إنه فن صعب إلى حد كبير“.
من الطبيعي أن يشكك الروائي بقدرته على القيام بمهمته. فهو يتخيلها أكثر ضخامة مما هي عليه. لكن الإبداع الأدبي، كونه أحد الأشكال الشرعية للنشاط البشري، لا يمتلك قيمة إلا بشرط عدم إقصاء التقدير الأكبر لجميع أشكال الفعل الأكثر تميزاً. ينسى رجل الأدب هذا الشرط أحياناً لأنه غالباً ما يميل، وخاصة في فترة شبابه، إلى التشديد على التفوق الحصري لمهمته من بين مهمات العقل البشري الأخرى كلها. إن الكم الهائل من الشِّعر والنثر يمكن أن يضيء هنا أو هناك بوهج شرارة مقدسة، ولكنه لا يمتلك في إطار الجهد الإنساني أهمية خاصة. ولا توجد صيغة تبريرية لوجوده مثله مثل جميع الإنجازات الفنية الأخرى. فهو مقدّر عليه مثلها أن يُنسى ربما دون أن يترك أدنى أثر. وإذا كان الروائي يمتلك شيئاً يميزه عن العمال في حقول أخرى من الفكر فهو امتياز الحرية، حرية التعبير وحرية الاعتراف بمعتقداته الأعمق، التي يجب أن تمنحه العزاء في عبوديته القاسية للقلم.
III
ينبغي أن تكون حرية الخيال الملكية الأكثر قيمة للروائي.
يجب ألا يُفترض أنني أطلب هنا لفنان الفن الروائي حرية العدمية الأخلاقية. أطلب منه أفعالاً مخلصة كثيرة أولها رعاية أمل لا يموت، ولن يجادل أحد أن الأمل يتضمن كل ورع الجهد والإنكار. إنه شكل إلهي من الثقة بالقوة والإلهام السحريين اللذين ينتميان إلى الحياة على هذه الأرض. ونحن نميل إلى نسيان أن طريق التفوق يكمن في التواضع الفكري، وليس في التواضع العاطفي. إن ما يشعر المرء بأنه عقيم وبلا أمل في التشاؤم المعلن هو غروره فحسب. ويبدو أن اكتشاف كثير من الرجال في أوقات مختلفة بأن هناك الكثير من الشر في العالم كان مصدر متعة مغرورة وآثمة لبعض الكتاب الحديثين. إن إطار الذهن ليس الإطار الملائم الذي نقارب به جدياً فن الرواية. فهو يمنح المؤلف (لا يعرف إلا الله لماذا) إحساساً حماسياً بتفوقه. ولا شيء أخطر من إعجاب مرضي كهذا بذلك الإخلاص المطلق لمشاعره وأحاسيسه الذي يجب أن يتمسك به المؤلف في لحظات إبداعه الأكثر سمواً.
وكي نكون متفائلين بالمعنى الفني ليس ضرورياً أن نفكّر بأن العالم جيد. يكفي أن نعتقد أنه ليس من المستحيل جعله جيداً. وإذا سُمِحَ لتحليق الفكر الخيالي بأن يرتفع ويتفوق على أخلاقيات كثيرة سائدة في البشرية فإن روائياً يظن أنه من جوهر متفوّق على رجال آخرين سيفقد الشرط الأول لمهنته. إن امتلاك المرء لموهبة لغوية ليس مسألة عظيمة. ولا يصبح رجل مزود بسلاح بعيد المدى صياداً أو محارباً لمجرد امتلاك سلاح، ثمة مواصفات أخرى كثيرة للشخصية والمزاج ضرورية لجعله كاتباً أو صياداً. وسأطلب من ذاك الذي يمكن أن تحظى عبارة واحدة من بين مائة ألف في ترسانته من العبارات بصفة الفن البعيدة جداً والمراوغة أن يكون في تعاطيه مع البشر قادراً على تقديم اعتراف لطيف بفضائلهم الغامضة. لا أريده أن يفقد صبره من حالات فشلهم الصغيرة ويزدري أخطاءهم. لا أريده أن يتوقع الكثير من الامتنان من الإنسانية التي مصيرها، كما هو متجل في الأفراد، مفتوح له كي يصوره كسخيف أو مريع. أريده أن ينظر بتسامح كبير إلى أفكار البشر ومسبقاتهم التي ليست ناجمة عن الحقد بأية طريقة، بل تعتمد على تربيتهم وموقعهم الاجتماعي وحتى مهنهم. وينبغي ألا يتوقع الفنان الجيد أي تقدير لكدحه أو أي إعجاب بعبقريته، لأن كدحه يمكن أن يُقيّم بصعوبة ويمكن ألا تعني عبقريته أي شيء للأميين الذين لم يختاروا حتى الآن من الحكمة المقيتة لموتاهم المستحضرين أي شيء سوى التفاهات والسخافات. أريده أن يوسّع عواطفه من خلال رصْد صبورٍ ومحبّ فيما تنمو قوته الذهنية. ففي الممارسة اللامتحيزة للحياة في أي مكان يمكن العثور على وعد كمال فنه، وليس في الصيغ السخيفة لمحاولة وصف هذا الأسلوب المعين أو ذاك من التقنية أو التصور.
ليُنضجْ قوة خياله بين أشياء هذه الأرض، وهذا عمله الذي يجب أن يرعاه ويعرفه، وليمتنع عن استدعاء إلهامه مسبق الصنع من سماء ما من الكمالات التي لا يعرف عنها أي شيء. ولن أسمح له بالوهم المغرور الذي يشعر به أحياناً كاتب: وهم أن إنجازه ساوى تقريباً عظمة حلمه.
[ترجمة: أسامة إسبر]
المصدر:
Joseph Conrad, Notes on Life and Letters (Garden City, NY: Doubleday, Page and Company, 1923)). شكري عمري http://www.blogger.com/profile/10303101210404255515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426144588965302875.post-39560623127250464282021-04-19T22:38:00.002+01:002021-04-19T22:41:51.499+01:00We belong to life! In these terrifyingly heartbreaking prospects of time, let alone those of place,
and despite the actual and futuristic vicissitudes they continue to yield and
bring forth, a good opportunity for us to know the truth is now made available.
Life is fragile and so are we. This must now be eventually understood. At the
same time, it is by no means to be forgotten that since “knowing is not enough
we must apply and willing is not enough we must do”(1), it is NOW incumbent upon
us to MATURELY WAKE UP and HARKEN TO SAVE OUR LIVES by mending rips or else
remain poor victims in the dark and keep watching how death is undoing the
majority WHILE nothing is being done against it except some hasty and
unwarranted so-called medical care and death postponement. This is again far
from being in the service of all as it is seriously said that hospitals across
the globe are shutting down. And there is no need to remind of the desolating
mediatic comparing and contrasting of statistics about the covid story in the
past and present. The future thus becomes more and more terrifying and tethering
with what we have just depicted in the very beginning. By MATURELY WAKING UP I
mean becoming aware but also raising awareness about the dramatic scenario being
horrendously inflicted on the common of mortals who is you and me rather than
either you or me. And poetry, for instance, is a good weapon of life written and
to be written by those who are alive for those who are alive. This is what I
mean by HARKENING TO SAVE LIVES and struggling to withstand the agents of death;
the enemies of humanity. They are so many but they only belong to what they seek
to serve: death. We belong to life and we will fight for it and write for it.
(1) Bruce-Lee quote (a Chinese American martial artist, actor, director,
martial arts instructor and philosopher). Chokri Omri (Tunisia)
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