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I dont give a shit about the "poor american soldier who could be deployed in the middle east", if they set foot in any country in Asia or Africa they should be turned into paste.

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أطيب ما في الدنيا معرفة الله ومحبته،

وألذُّ ما في الجنة رؤيته ومشاهدته.

الجواب الكافي | ابن القيم

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وأمَّا الشوق إلى لقاء الله فهو

أجلُّ مقامات العارفين في الدُّنيا.

مجموع رسائل | ابن رجب

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قال أبو بكر بن عياش: قال لي رجل مرةً وأنا شابٌّ: خلِّصْ رقبتك ما استطعت في الدنيا مِن رِقِّ الآخرة؛ فإن أسير الآخرة غير مفكوك أبدًا. فوالله ما نسيتها بعد.

جامع العلوم والحكم | ابن رجب الحنبلي

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“Why does the guerrilla fighter fight? We must come to the inevitable conclusion that the guerrilla fighter is a social reformer, that he takes up arms responding to the angry protest of the people against their oppressors, and that he fights in order to change the social system that keeps all his unarmed brothers in ignominy and misery.”

— Ernesto “Che” Guevara, Guerrilla Warfare (via intellectualpoaching)

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Young man is waiting for his girl  Kharkiv, Ukraine, 1993 by Josef Koudelka

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Chechnya. Near Goragorsk. December. A Chechen fighter prays during a Russian air raid.

Photograph: Thomas Dworzak/Magnum Photos

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وكمْ من زلةٍ ليِ في الخَطَايا وأنتَّ عليَّ ذو فضلٍ ومَنَّ

How many slips into sin I have made, yet You are, towards me, full of bounty and favour.

يَظُنّ النَّاسُ بي خَيرًا وإِنِّي لشَرُ النَّاسِ إنْ لمْ تَعفُ عنِّي.

People assume good of me, but I am the worst of people if You do not pardon me.

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وأما أعياد المؤمنين في الجنة: فهي أيام زيارتهم لربهم عز وجل. فيزورونه ويكرمهم غاية الكرامة، ويتجلى لهم وينظرون إليه. فما أعطاهم شيئا هو أحب إليهم من ذلك وهو الزيادة التي قال الله تعالى فيها: { لِّلَّذِينَ أَحْسَنُوا الْحُسْنَىٰ وَزِيَادَةٌ }. فليس للمحب عيد سوى قرب محبوبه.

لطائف المعارف | ابن رجب

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قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم:

إذا دخل أهل الجنّة الجنّة، يقول الله تبارك وتعالى: تريدون شيئًا أزيدكم، فيقولون: ألم تبيض وجوهنا؟ ألم تدخلنا الجنّة وتنجّنا من النّار؟ فيكشف الحجاب فما أعطوا شيئًا أحب إليهم من النّظر إلى ربّهم

رواه مسلم ١٨١

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قال عون بن عبدالله-رحمه الله-:

الحمد لله الذي إذا شئتُ أيّ ساعةٍ من ليلٍ أو نهارٍ وضعت عنده سرّي بغير شفيعٍ، فيقضي لي حاجتي ربّي عزّ وجلّ، والحمد لله الذي أدعوه فيجيبني وإن كنت بطيئًا حين يدعوني.

حلية الأولياء | أبو نعيم

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Some faces, that Day, will beam (in brightness and beauty). Looking towards their Lord.

(Alqiyamah 22-23)

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Strawberry cake // Olivia Switz

You can find a handful of her recipes here.

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“Of course, there is no physiological need for baking, but that’s precisely its appeal: in a world where so much of what we do is in the name of achieving some end, baking is just pleasure in and of itself. It’s special because we don’t need it, but we want it, and we allow ourselves to indulge that appetite nonetheless. With deadlines creeping and bills climbing and relationships shuddering to a halt, we can take a step aside from all of that humdrum mess and make something sweet. The fact that baking takes so long only makes it more special, because it cannot be rushed. It can’t be squeezed into the half hour between work and gym. ‘I have my four-hour morning ahead, whole as a pie,’ Sylvia Plath once wrote, having left her prestigious teaching job, and finding herself free to write, bake and slowly coax herself back into a softer kind of life.”

— Ruby Tandoh, from Eat Up: Food, Appetite and Eating What You Want

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“‘Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne,’ declared poet Frank O’Hara. He knew that what we eat together is worth a thousand big epiphanies or Michelin-starred solo meals or grand voyages. Here are some other things that are magical: picking the last of the season’s fat, only blackberries with you; eating toast in bed with you and arguing about the crumbs; reaching into the Minstrels packet at the same time as you and our hands grazing; unwrapping a cheeseburger with you; crying into cut onions with you; flipping pancakes with you and giving you the ones that aren’t crumpled; walking home with a pocketful of Maltesers with you; cracking open the lid of the pan with you, and having the steam and the scent of dinner hit us both in the face; sharing my spoon with you; you.”

— Ruby Tandoh, from Eat Up: Food, Appetite and Eating What You Want

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i made your favourite meal for you. i’ve grown used to the taste of tomatoes because i know you don’t like them in your dishes, so i pick them out and take on that burden for you. i ran to the corner store in a blizzard to buy you that candy you like, stood in a bakery line before the sun rose to plead with the baker to give me a loaf of that bread you rave about in the mornings. i danced around the kitchen in the early evening so that you’d have a fresh meal prepared for you when the hours grew dark and you felt the deep sadness in your chest. i sang to the stew i made for you so that when you took that first bite, you’d be able to taste the love i put into it. i adore you, and through that i will create dishes so that you can feel how much i do.