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B. The Prophetic tradition: O Ali! You hold in relation to me the same position as Haroon held in relation to Moses, except that there shall be no prophet after me.This tradition, as should be apparent to every sensible person, shows the special quality of the Commander of the Believers, Ali, which made him the right person to be the supporter, the guardian and the deputy [or successor] of the

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These are from Tijani's book, who was at first a sunni then was guided and became Shia.I sincerely ask you to read them carefully.The prophetic traditions which persuaded me to follow Imam Ali were those I have read in the Sihahs of the Sunnis and were approved by the Shiites, and they have many more. But as usual I only referred to the prophetic traditions that have been agreed on by both

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Last night I dreamed a colorful butterflywho wandered in the height of the skyAnd smelled the perfumed flowers of the heavenI asked her startledHow could you fly so far“I asked God when I was in coffin”She replied wittingly“To pull me a little nearer”by Fahime

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How fast the time passes! When I review my memories among dashes I can see many patches Of sorrow and saddenHow well the sorrow wereI could see the light of the candle Through the mouth of the terrible tunnel Which was winking with kind laughter And said in worldly words “Come to my bosomThe alone blossomDry your wet petalBe sure that your protector Never leaves you desertedby Fahime

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You are a full moon and the sun has become your slave,And in becoming your slave it has become luminous That is why the rays cast by your visage Have made the sun luminous and the moon bright I am your adherent, o beloved, and I know that you know itFor you see both the unseen, and read the unwritten How can a caviler comprehend what there is between a lover and a beloved A blind can

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I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdaniegThe phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid! Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn

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It was a vernal day. The playful wind was twisting the orange blossoms on the green and interweaved boughs of the old and proud trees. The free concert of the group of the singer robins and nightingales had enraptured the vivid plain. It seemed as if the plain and it’s beautiful nature were dancing together. The two little girls, Emily and Virginia, had sat under one of the trees. Virginia

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read part3part4She's stared at me with her big dark eyes. Sitting in the dark shade of the corner of the room, her back to the window, opened to a beautiful green garden, with a shuddering grin on her face she seemed to be mocking me, mocking me and all my fears and efforts. Her eyes are the last hunting scene which I can never forget. Where ever I am-in the class, in the street, sitting in front

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Most of the men seems to be allergic to this motto “Observe and respect the Islamic hijab.” When they see it on the wall, the entrance doors of shops or hear it in the religious speech or anywhere, a bitter and deplorable or mocking and scoffing smile covers their faces deliberately and consciously. Of course, the kind of these smirks depends on the kinds of men. “The word ‘Hijab’ comes from the

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The population has full-grown so much that it seems as if the towns or even the earth cannot breathe any more and would burst one day. The increasing growth of luxurious apartments and sky-scraping towers is a kind of firm document that prove this fact. Because of this, dissimilar people from special towns with diverse cultures, ideas and attitudes dwell in these apartments. In this situation,

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Haven’t read pervious parts?Click here to read part1 and part2.Part 3 Nazy had gone in a journey to her hometown with her husband and her little son. In their return they had decided to have their lunch on a bank of a river next to the road. They had parked their car in the hard shoulder and walked down toward the river to find a suitable place in tree’s shades by the river. Mrs.Karimi said her

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haven't read part 1? click herePart 2Striding hastily in the pavement I was trying to bring together my muddled thoughts for there was a piled up undone works which thinking about made me extremely anxious. Spring sun with her warm hand spread life on light green trees’ leaves; sparrows sang sweet songs of liveliness which like a pleasant cool water stream made its way through my mind to put out

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The populated and cosmic world of twentieth century is effervescent and dynamic volcano of attitudes believes and created reflection that is erupting every instant. This sudden or gradual eruption of the ingenious ideas emerges in the types of distinctive writings, films, pictures, articles artistic works, and songs. Then these noticeable productions are published and broadcasted in the entire

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This is a real memory of mine with a little change in detailsPart 1Nazi was a brisk lively 25-year-old woman with a 5 year-old son. She had got married just after finishing high school, she would say, and was happy with her life and in love with her husband, I could see in her sparkling eyes whenever she spoke of her husband. "There is so much I should learn, and I think I have lost so much time

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In the dim and dingy room, the man’s robust, tall, and disheveled figure could not bedistinguished from the dark and blankness environment. He had stood in front of the cracked wall with a piece of coal in his coarse and grubby hands and was drawing a straight line beside the pervious numerous filthy lines on the wall. The old and ruined wall was covered with manyanonymous dates, handwritings,

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Iran is the souvenir of the Aryan man. It’s historical background reminds us that the bravery, championship and blood of adventurous heroes has made the strong root of this robust and honored tree. This tree has never had bent against any dreadful whirlwind because it has rooted in a kind of rich soil which had been the plaza of the living and fighting of the brave men. This fruitful tree has

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The subject under discussion is the perfect man from the viewpoint of Islam. A perfect man means an exemplary human being, who is superior and exalted, or any other interpretation that one can make. Like everything else, a human being may be perfect or imperfect, and sound or defective. A sound person, too, may be both sound and perfect or sound and imperfect To know a perfect or exemplary human

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One of the matters that have been commented on in the holy Qur'an is the subject of the creation of women and men. The Qur'an was not silent on this matter, and did not provide an opportunity for those who talk nonsence to put forth their own philosophies for laws concerning men and women, and then to accuse Islam of having a derogatory attitude towards women on the strength of their own theories

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His agnomen:The believers’ princeHis title’s: Abul- Hassan “Al- Hassan’s father” Abul- Hassanain “Al- Hassanain’s father” Abus- sibtain “As-sibtain’s father” Abu- turaab.His father’s name:Abu talib “the prophet’s uncle”, Abd Munaf the son of abdilmuttalib.His mother’s name: Fatima, the daughter of Assad.His birth day: He was born on Friday, the thirteenth of rajab month.His birth place: He was

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Snow had covered the earth like a white blanket. The little boy had stood in the corner of street and was watching the cheerful men who was going and coming. Some strange and painful words were readable in the depth of his looks but no one looked at his eyes. Although the life was running in the vessels of town vividly, the sentiment of despair had stopped the running of blood in his feeble body.

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PrayerI beg you by Your truth to shut my eyes on the falseAnd by your light, not to burn me with your fire tomorrowI am so helpless that my face is on the earthAnd the dust of my sins rise up to heavensO cloud of blessing let your rain fall onceFor no dust can remain in the face of rainIn Your realm there is no place for me, for my sinsAnd there is no other realm to go toYou know well what is in

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The colorful blossoms of the trees, pleasant song of birds, the charming pat of wind that has sprinkled the perfume of the fresh nature and flowers notify us of the arrival of another spring. The nature is the symbol of magnitude of God. In spring, it puts on green and vivacious clothing. In other words, it changes to educate us how to change. Obviously, human being has lost himself in this era.

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Quotations For Love1 - Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give. Roosevelt, Eleanor2 - The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. Gibran, Kahli3 - If you just set people in motion they'll heal themselves. Roth Gabrielle4 - If anything is sacred the human body is

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Living God, we acknowledge you as Lord of both morning and night.You have ordained the evening stars and moon's glow to bringthe serene silences of night's reflection and rest.You have caused the night's fast to be broken by a flaming Eastern sun,with the splendors of a new day vividly coloring the sky. In the stillness of night and at the close of another year in our earthly pilgrimage,we

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Failures are often the results of timidity and fears; disappointments are the results of bashfulness; hours of leisure pass away like summer-clouds, therefore, do not waste opportunity of doing good.If someone's deeds lower his position, his pedigree cannot elevate it.There are people who worship Allah to gain His Favors, this is the worship of traders; while there are some who worship Him to

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Human’s mental and physical puberty encourages him to seek for his identity. One of the prominent yardsticks which clarifies a piece of his identity is the complete perception of the characteristics and history of his country and town. Every man’s hometown forms his personality. In so many words, the values, longings, and ideals of every hometown act as a mould that shape and characterize the

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I am a native of Iran.My life is not so bad.I have a piece of bread, an iota of intelligenceand a bit of wit.I have a mother better than a leaf, a father tougher than a boughand a sister wetter than a dew.I have friends, cleaner than limpid rain.I know a girl, her face shinning like the Moona burly man, his heart as fragile as the stem of a rose. I praise my aunt’s lifea home standing there, out

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Admonish your friend in private, praise him in publicEvery advantages has its disadvantagesAffection blinds reasonAnger punishes itself so when angry, count a hundredAn anchor of a ship is always at sea but never learn to swimThe higher the ape goes, the more he shows his tailAsk no question and you will be told no liesBetter an ass that carries me than a horse that throws meThe bait hides the

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Imam Ali(peace be upon him)’s sayingspart 1Like your body your mind also gets tired so refresh it by wise sayings.I want to teach you five of those things which deserve your greatest anxiety to acquire them: Have hope only in Allah. Be afraid of nothing but sins. If you do not know a thing never feel ashamed to admit ignorance. If you do not know a thing never hesitate or feel ashamed to learn it

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GOD resembles a sun and is the source of the immortal and infinitive powerful light. He is the only light who shines in the sky of our life in all of the moments. Human is a kind of ignorant creature .In a shiny day, he stares at sun directly and voraciously to see sun but his eyesight limitation is a barrier to do this by unarmed eyes. As a result of this, he see just it’s light during the day

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Let us imagine the human beings whom are temporary inhabitants of this vast world.Probably, the common images in our minds are the anxious, fretful, and tortured men who are parallel to restless and infirm babies in broken cradles. The 20th century has presented civilization as well as anxiety and nervous breakdown. Most of the contemporary men feel a gap in their souls and hearts. Nowadays, the

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Oh! God,Help me!I don’t want torun all my life in chasing trifles while I have left essentials.I don’t want togreed for junks and get to the end bare-handed.In vast burning desert of ignorance,where illusion and reality get mixed,Help meTo know mere from mirage.by Narges pic by Shelsilverstain

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