“İster yüz yıl olsun, ister otuz yıl. Mutlaka sabır ve şükür yükünü yüklemeli. Hiç bir suçlu başkasının suçunu çekmedi. Hiçbir kimse ekmeğini biçmedi. Ekmeğini
biçmeyi dilemek ham tamahtır, oğul, o ham tamaha kapılma. Ham şey yemek insana hastalık verir. Birisi bir define buluverir; ben de onu istiyorum, dükkânla, alışverişle ne işim var? der. Baht işi bu, fakat nadirdir. Tende kudret oldukça çalışıp kazanmak gerek. Çalışıp kazanmak define bulmaya mâni değil ya. Sen işten kalma da nasibinde varsa define de arkandan gelsin. Böyle yap ki “Eğer” illetine uğramayasın, “Eğer şunu yapsaydım, yahut bunu yapsaydım” deyip tereddüde düşmeyesin. Çünkü halkla hoş geçinen peygamber “Eğer” demeyi menetti, “Onu söylemek münafıklıktandır” dedi. O münafık da
“eğer” derken, işi şarta bağlarken öldü, bu şarta bağlayıştan öbür dünyaya ancak hasret götürebilirdi!”
Mesnevî-i Mânevî II, 730/738
Hazreti Mevlânâ’nın Belh’te tahsil gördüğü medrese.
Özbekistan. -Nasim Fekrat-
Harika bir konserdi🙏🙏🙏
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Bu olağanüstü gece için hepinize teşekkürler İzmir’li Can Dost’lar. ❤️ “ Bilemezsin
Sana verecek bir armağanı ne çok aradığımı...
Hiçbir şey içime sinmedi.
Altın madenine altın sunmanın ne anlamı var.
Ya da okyanusa su...
Düşündüğüm her şey
Doğu’ya baharat götürmek gibiydi.
Kalbimi ve ruhumu vermemin bir yararı yok,
Çünkü sen zaten bunlara sahipsin.
O yüzden sana bir ayna getirdim.
Kendine bak ve beni hatırla! .. #mevlana#aşkçıplak by @burakmalcok & @yalinayak_basikabak #semazen @ishakurun #ayna#mavibahçejazzfestivali ————————————————————— “You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.”
#Rumi @burakmalcok #whirlingdervish @ishakurun #mercandede#mavibahçejazzfestivali#mirror
This note was left by a cancer patient, who lost her battle against cancer after fighting it for 3 years. She won the first 2 battles but the cancer had returned for the 3rd and the last time. "Are you listening to me?!
Every day and night you cause me pain that I can't even explain to anyone. You and I are like in a relationship, in which you appear on my doorsteps everyday, knock on the door, enter through it, hurt me and then leave without saying a word. And here I am who can not gather the strength to shut the door at you, forever.
I beg of you, please leave me.
Why won't you leave me? I am not even sexy, for all you've left me with is a fragile body, with bones coming out of it. I feel like a child left without food and water, in the middle of a scorching desert. I can feel you spreading in my body because it is burning from the inside.
You even took the originality of my friends from me. I can sense it through their tones, all they have is sympathy for me. I can hear their loud voices in my head.
'Oh poor girl, may God bless you, they shout.'
I get mood swings every next moment. People call me aggressive, abnormal, annoying, but how do I explain it to them that it's all because of you.
Do I really deserve this? Answer me!
For God's sake, please leave my body alone, I am not your fan.
I quit this game.
She lost her life to cancer 6 months after leaving this note.
"A couple of days ago I was at my friend's house. The sun had set, it was dark and I had to return to my place.
I needed a ride back home, but neither did I or my friend had the Uber/Careem app so she asked her younger brother if he has the app and could summon a ride for me. So he called an Uber ride.
When the ride came, he went out and told the driver that the person who will be going with you is Family And You Will Only Follow The Route That She Tells You To!
But this wasn't it, when I got home, my friend texted me that he kept on following the ride through his app until I was home, safe and sound.
What a gentleman. If only we could have more people like him who would care for their sister's freind as they would do for their own family, this world would be a much better place to live in. Just a little sense of care and compassion, that is all we need."
The sender of this story has asked not to use her identity or picture.
"I don't just see people sitting in a room, I see stories on my left and right.
Some stories will come to an end soon and some will live long.
Some will attain all the success they ever wanted and make a fortune more than they ever imagined, and some will look back at their life, sitting in a chair, their hair turned all grey and bodies, fragile, and will find nothing but regret.
Some stories (in love) will become one while there will be many that will remain apart because they were never meant to be.
Some will lose themselves to depression, heart attacks, cancer and unexpected accidents, earlier then they imagine right now and some will live long enough to see their children and grandchildren grow.
No matter how short or long but all stories will eventually come to an end. Some will be remembered and many will be forgotten in time._ qc.
"This is Ahmad.
He lives two streets from my house and I often meet him in the Mosque or sometimes he just drops by to say hello, as he did today.
Ahmad has been going through a condition since birth. His brain develops slower than his age and he finds it difficult to speak in a frequent manner. But even with this condition, he is one of the most kind and loving soul that I've ever met.
I can recall an incident when he came down running towards me and he pushed me while I was praying in the Mosque so that he could get to his Father. He got close to his Father, who was also praying, and he started kissing his hands and face. After his Father and I finished praying, he apologised to me saying that "please don't mind his pushing, he is a special child."
And I thought to myself, ofcourse he is a special child, he may not understand what a prayer is but he surely knows how to love his Father.
If you swipe right, you would find a piece of cloth in Ahmad's hand. Most of the time he keeps it with him because whenever he sees dust on a random car he would just start cleaning it without even asking for your permission. That is the most kind and selfless act that one can do.
Ahmad loves to suit up so if you ever meet him somewhere and get in talking to him, he would surely ask if you have an extra tie for him._ qc.