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In Love
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
:: Rabia al-Adawiyya ::
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To Make the people stop talking
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To Make the people stop talking (One day, Molla and his son went on a journey. Molla preferred to let his son ride the donkey while he walked. )
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Nasreddin Hodja
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19 janvier 2002
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