قلم
The pen, Rudaki wrote, is
a cripple who walks, it has no ears but talks.
It’s an eloquent mute, it sees the world without eyes.
It is sharp as a sword. It moves like a snake.
It has a lover’s body and a darkened face.
The thing about ‘enemies’ - it’s best to transmute them into lovers. One problem a student encounters however, is that upon learning of your latent strengths and talents (which are often better kept hidden), they can be used as a decisive force towards destruction, or to manifest a facadic construction of deception in your life. People don’t need to know or do much, they just need to know what you want, and what talent, whether it be spiritual, emotional, physical, artistic, economical, or any of yours that can be attributed to you in your absence, which can be used in a negative context, with or without your name attached. It usually is this talent attributed towards some evidential injustice. Often the tables get twisted before they are turned indefinitely. This has occurred in my life more than a couple times, do I hate those behind these whack plots, no. Do I understand, yes. As a twitter friend mentions, behind every control freak is a deep deep desire to feel needed. When it leaks into your personal life from business or even relatives you think: some today take the plains of business to be that of warfare, fair play to them, but even war has rules.
Sure there are clashes, but certain gardens of love were never meant to be a field for weaponry.
Bashir you can call your life anything, but maybe normal is not one of them. We are living spiritual combo’s of numbers visualized as fractals in a finite area, within an infinite boundary. There are an abundance of semi-truths or relative truths, within which is a kernel where truth in its form pure is found at the source of the multiverses. It is not a static truth, but evolving in front of our senses depending on where we are placed within time-space. Do not be harsh on others. FORGIVE ALL.
It’s from اللهI
