<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:35:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>MonaLisa</title><description>Secret Garden Mirror of your perception. If you could get rid of yourself just once, The secret of secrets Would open to you. The face of the unknown, Hidden beyond the universe Would appear on the Mirror of your perception. Rumi</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-854836885081283682</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-13T13:57:46.772Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ramadhan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ramazan</category><title>Ramadhan Mubarak !</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkeZnJtgdps"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkeZnJtgdps" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-854836885081283682?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpwww.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-5966217531794058737</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-12T20:03:08.627Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>www.namazim.com</category><title>Ezanla namaz arasi kadar...</title><description>Nehir kenarında yaşlı bir adam dalgın dalgın hızla akan suya bakıyordu. Genç adam yaklaşıp: "Amca, çok dalmışsın, neye bakıyorsun öyle?" diye sorunca ihtiyar adam içini çekerek: "Akan ömrüme evladım, akan ömrüme bakıyorum." der. Diğer yanda bir dede ile torununun konuşmalarına kulak veriyoruz:Torunu, pamuk gibi bembeyaz sakallı, nur yüzlü dedesine merakla soruyor: "Dedeciğim! Bir insanın ömrü ne kadar olur?" Dede tatlı bir gülücükle: "Ezanla namaz arası kadar yavrucuğum." deyince torun: "Nasıl yani, ömür bu kadar kısa mı?" der. Dede: "Evet yavrum. ömür, namazsızezanla, ezansız namaz arası kadardır." diye cevap verir. Torun yeniden sorar: "Namazsız ezan ve ezansız namaz sözlerinden ne kastettiğini anlamadım dedeciğim. Bu ne demek açıklar mısın?" Dede şefkatle ellerinden tuttuğu torununa: "Bak yavrum, geçenlerde komşumuzun çocuğu doğdu. O çocuğun kulağına ezan okundu değil mi? işte o ezanın namazı kılındı mı?&lt;br /&gt;Kılınmadı. O ezan "Namazsız ezan"dı. insan öldüğü zaman kılınan cenaze namazının da ezanı yoktur. O da "Ezansız namaz"dır. Aslında o namazın ezanı insan doğunca okunmuştu kulağına. "Bak ey insan! Doğdun, ama öleceksin, ömür çabuk biter, hayatını&lt;br /&gt;iyi değerlendir. Boşa vakit harcama!" ikazını yapıyordu o ezan. Işte yavrum öMüR, EZANLA NAMAZ ARASI KADARDIR. Sakın boşa geçirme. ömrünü dolu dolu yaşa, bir nefes bile boşluk bırakma!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-5966217531794058737?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/09/ezanla-namaz-arasi-kadar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-2471333505662672765</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-12T19:35:59.121Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>http://www.sheiknazim.com/portal-bin/content/view/278/125/</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>sheikh nazim</category><title>KNOW YOURSELF to find The Hidden Identity</title><description>Don`t allow your mind to be busy with the world (dunya).  Let yourself be with Allah Subhana wa Tala.  Let your thinking and everything else be of Him. You are a human being and as such, the highest and most valuable of all creatures.  You are honour to Allah, because you are created to be His servants.  Honour is only for those who are in servant hood, and they will have many people coming after them, trying to make them back off and to turn them away from their way.  This is all they will ever be able to do, as they cannot take your heart in their grasp with their hands.  They may reach to your physical body and take that away, but the Iman (certitude or belief) in your heart they cannot even touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must either be with Allah, or with dunya (the world). One or the other.  If it is with dunya, then their hands may reach to squeeze you.  But if your heart is with Allah Subhana wa Tala then they cannot reach to you. He will protect you so that they are not able to reach to you. If your heart is with Allah, then your physical bodies? actions will never harm you.  Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine being close to Allah Almighty, physically, but when you are keeping your soul (heart) with Allah Almighty, then you become closer to His Divine Presence, and that carries your body to be also in the Divine Presence.  But if you follow your physical desires, your soul cannot carry you to the Divine Presence. Those really alive are living with Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when we pray we must try to be with Allah Almighty, then it will be spreading after the prayer, and the blessings will be running through all of our actions throughout the twenty-four hours in a day.  Honour is for ?alive people?.  We made an oath on the Day of Promises, to Allah, that we would be with Him, and not leave Him.  But now that we are here, we are leaving Him. Honour for believers, depends on their Nur (Divine Lights).  Their rank and closeness to Allah, here and in the hereafter, depends upon it.  So we must look for Nur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one moment even be it for the duration of a blink of an eye that the Holy Prophet Muhammad (sal) is not with Allah.  If he is not with Allah, then with whom should he be?  What else is there more important than to be with Allah?  Is there anything that gives higher honour that to sit with Allah?  Allah Almighty is saying, ?I am sitting with the one who is remembering me?? (hadith). If you are with Allah, Allah will be with you and this is what is required from you. Say, ?O my Lord, You are that which I am asking for.? This should be your aim.Someone who is intending to go somewhere, always has his destination as his aim and in his sight.  Your aim must be to reach to the Ocean of Unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All difficulties and problems are due to being distant from Allah.  The one who is far from Allah, is not with Allah.  The reason for all difficulties, sins, depressions, worries and all dangers in this world, and in the hereafter, is from being far away from Allah. All problems and complaints come from being far away from Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for him who reaches to the  Oceans of Unity, it becomes that he is with Allah.  It is like a drop of water falling into the ocean, coming closer and closer to the ocean, and when it enters the Ocean, nothing is left of this drop of water.All Sufi Orders, especially the Naqshabandi Tariqa, encourages people, to ask to be with Allah.  He is with you, but you are not with Him.  He didn?t forget you.  He is with you, wherever you are.  Even in barzakh, on the Day of Judgment, or in Paradise.  There is no place where He is not with His servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time with Allah is of the highest rank, and is of the greatest value. Be with Allah.  Where is Allah?  Allah is the Creator.  His existence is forever.  He has no beginning and no end.  None one can be like Himself.  He is the Only One. You cannot ask, ?Where He is??  However you may ask, ?Where is He not??  ?Where is He not present??  ?Is there anywhere or any place that you are able to find without Allah?? Absolute existence is for Himself only.  His existence fills everywhere.  Do you know this to be the case, or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is ordering us, ?Don?t think about Myself (His Essence).?  ?You can not.?  ?It is prohibited to try and think about how I am?  No! Forbidden.  ?You can think about that which I created.?  At least you may think about your own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now like one of those stone pyramids in Egypt.  People, look at them and think that are only built from stone, with no doors or windows.  ?Impossible!?  ?For what purpose?? ?No gates or holes!?? But the time is coming when people will think seriously about how it is.  And they will say, ?We must look into it and find out.?  Then when they get deep into thought about it, the Lord of heavens will open a space to find a way inside.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are like a pyramid, thinking that you have no gates, no holes and no way to heavens. That you are like a  stone building on earth.  Running around, coming, going, eating, drinking and then finishing.  But the Lord of heavens says that if you take serious care to find a way from you to you, you will find it.  When He opens it, you should find your Lords way.  But if you are not opening yourself, and knowing, then you cannot find a way to your Lord. (Or to know Him).The gateway to your Lord is through yourself.  You are the door which you must open, and then find your Lord?s Divine Presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is with the smallest piece of mass. Even if it is smaller than an atom, yet He is with it.  If He is not with it, then, there is no existence for it.  Allah must be with everything of what He created.  Therefore you may ask from Him. He is not away from you, but perhaps you are far away from yourself.  This is because you you do not know yourself, physically or spiritually.  No-one knows his personal identity and no-one knows what his ego (I-ness) is, or his soul.  Yet your spiritual being is hidden from you.  The road is long and the work difficult, in order to reach to its hidden identity.  This must be done patiently, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Almighty likes for His servants to cry, shout and ask from Him, always.  He likes for us to be like lions.  The one with his Lord is like a lion and the one with his ego is like a jackal. The jackal is a dirty and harmful animal.  The Lion is the king of the jungle.  When he growls, everyone is in fear.  The Lion never fears.  All animals live in groups, but the Lion is single and doesn?t accept another in its area. Groowwl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link: http://www.sheiknazim.com/portal-bin/content/view/278/125/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-2471333505662672765?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/09/know-yourself-to-find-hidden-identity_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-4740137337853588085</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 09:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T09:37:47.806Z</atom:updated><title>A famous hadith by Aisha relates that...</title><description>...the Phophet (saw) said, "One who loves to meet God, God also loves to meet." And Aisha  asked, "O messenger of God, What about disliking death?" He replied, "It is natural to dislike death, but ultimately meeting God is something the believer seeks and looks foward to." This kind of hope is known as raja. It is hope coupled with sinsere effort to achieve what one hopes for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-4740137337853588085?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/08/famous-hadith-by-aisha-relates-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-7381567104621940948</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-21T21:23:16.786Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>game</category><title>Hello World im back again:) try a guessing game</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RstXuwqjQUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jUzHU9xRqZ4/s1600-h/esma+2007+804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RstXuwqjQUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jUzHU9xRqZ4/s320/esma+2007+804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101267463776190786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see if you can figure out what this picture resembles to you? its quite easy actually...maybe too easy, after a long break i dont want to pressure you too much. Good Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-7381567104621940948?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world-im-back-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RstXuwqjQUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jUzHU9xRqZ4/s72-c/esma+2007+804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-567947795862649909</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-10T21:41:27.810Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVogB-bYI8A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVogB-bYI8A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-567947795862649909?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-3449696455655546812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 00:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-23T06:30:49.537Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Event</category><title>Evening of Inspiration 2007</title><description>What a great gathering it was tonight in Royal Albert Hall, from all different cultures has brought us together with this unique Evening of Inspiration. Nearly 3000 people were there to watch Hamza Robertson, Imad Rami, Zain Bhikha, Dawud Warnsby Ali, Mo Amer and Outlandish performances. I was really happy that i was part of helping the orphans, helping the children in need. Thank you for Islamic Relief that they have organised a brilliant inspiring evening and of achievement of raising money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should understand how lucky we are that we have parents and one day they will pass away but before they do we should undersdtand how important it is that we have a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photographs from the event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RlPe5TnZeMI/AAAAAAAAABI/f63R47nRYzk/s1600-h/09-04-07_2146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RlPe5TnZeMI/AAAAAAAAABI/f63R47nRYzk/s320/09-04-07_2146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067639081821370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outlandish on stage they were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RlPfIDnZeNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NLRnwpNX-08/s1600-h/09-04-07_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RlPfIDnZeNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NLRnwpNX-08/s320/09-04-07_1852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067639335224441042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RhrYq9upMiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wFSTXbhVMx8/s1600-h/09-04-07_2146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051588164685738530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RhrYq9upMiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wFSTXbhVMx8/s320/09-04-07_2146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imam rami and ofcourse the audience, amazing masAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-3449696455655546812?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/04/evening-of-inspiration-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RlPe5TnZeMI/AAAAAAAAABI/f63R47nRYzk/s72-c/09-04-07_2146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-3403538678774202443</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-16T01:21:03.363Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cat</category><title>miyaw</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RheBE9upMgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZF7bP4_ZrFk/s1600-h/19-07-06_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050647429408961026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RheBE9upMgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZF7bP4_ZrFk/s320/19-07-06_1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) loved cats, He loves them so much that whenever His cat fell asleep on his dress he didn`t move but instead in one particular incident He cut his cardigan around the cat and  then got up without disturbing the cat.&lt;br /&gt;This shows us how we have to behave towards animals especially cats and towards each other; gentle and considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-3403538678774202443?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/04/miyaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUD3xCzx3rM/RheBE9upMgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZF7bP4_ZrFk/s72-c/19-07-06_1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116752534700495563</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:23:37.367Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Guzel sozler</category><title>Dusunelim</title><description>"Dünya topragina ekiliyoruz. Çekirdegimizden çikacak agaci niyetlerimiz belirleyecek."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116752534700495563?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/dnya-toprana-ekiliyoruz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-5594910947221135751</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-24T20:07:07.757Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The garden of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is green without limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yields many fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than sorrow and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is beyond either condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without autumn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is always Fresh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mewlana Rumi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-5594910947221135751?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/03/garden-of-love-is-green-without-limit_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-117192364129765099</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-22T23:27:09.776Z</atom:updated><title>Riddle</title><description>My friend text this message to me ages ago, and still couldn`t find the answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with M has 5 letters if u spell it in urdu or english, woman does it once in a lifetime a man does it 3 times a day. Its brighter then sun and darker then night. If you drink it, its halal and if you eat it its haram. Its mentioned in the quran 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilmece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadin hayatinda bir kere yapiyor, erkek ise 3 kez gunde. Gunesten daha acik ve geceden daha karanlik. icersen helal ve yersen haram. kuranda 5 defa aniliyor. nedir bu bilmecenin cevabi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-117192364129765099?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/02/riddle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-117063253056506580</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:19:40.197Z</atom:updated><title>O WOMAN!</title><description>Oh! What mysterious creature art thou O woman!&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to have neared evil,&lt;br /&gt;You have confused many intellects,&lt;br /&gt;You have distorted many scholars minds,&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty has misguided many,&lt;br /&gt;You represent the greater number in hell,&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Waliya and Waila,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, thou art the most precious gift a man can have,&lt;br /&gt;Without thee the planet would not have been populated,&lt;br /&gt;So lofty art thy picture that&lt;br /&gt;Thou art also Maryam, Khadija and Fatima,&lt;br /&gt;What grandeur had the Lord Himself bestowed on thee, O Woman!&lt;br /&gt;THAT EDEN IS UNDER THY FOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-117063253056506580?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-117050709790957952</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:19:49.376Z</atom:updated><title>The main target of life</title><description>When you have become a believer, you must give the highest respect to the commands which have been given by Allah . You stop at red traffic lights, you give attention to the laws which have been given by governments, even though they cannot see you. Still you try to keep there rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the Rules of Allah? You should at least fear, that Allah might be displeased with you. You should at least try to make Him pleased with you. It is the climax of what you can reach in this life; you have reached the main target of life. If you do not, you can be the owner of the whole of Switzerland, Germany, Italy, Europe, Asia, all continents and oceans, and it would not give you any pleasure, Ask yourself every evening before you sleep, if you have made the Lord pleased with you, or not. If He isn`t, and you die in your sleep and you come to Him when He is displeased, what will happen? Try to be His good servant. Please Him, not this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh Nazim Al Haqqani&lt;br /&gt;Star From Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-117050709790957952?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/02/main-target-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116955190034758671</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:20:17.855Z</atom:updated><title>The story of sheikh San'an</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seyh Sanan in hikayesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şeyh-i San’ân, zamanının pîridir. Mekke’de dörtyüz dervişiyle tam elli yıl şeyhlik etmiştir. Bilgisi kadar ibâdeti de vardır. Elliye yakın haccetmiştir. Birkaç gece birbiri üstüne, Rûm ülkesinde puta tapmakta olduğunu görür. Dervişlerine, başıma bir iş düştü, Rûm ülkesine gitmem gerek der, yola çıkar. Dörtyüz dervişi de onunla beraber yola revan olur. Rûm ülkesine varırlar. Şeyh bir gün bir Hıristiyan kızını görür, canla gönülle ona âşık olur. Kızın göründüğü pencereye karşı akşamadek durur. Günlerce, gecelerce bu hal, böyle sürer gider. Dervişler öğüt verirler, dinlemez. Son-ucu kız, benim visâlime ermek istersen ya puta secde edersin, ya Kur’an’ı yakarsın, ya şarap içersin, yahut da îmanından geçersin der. Şeyh, şarap içmeyi kabul eder. Kız, Şeyh’i meyhaneye götürür, şarap içirir. Sonra kiliseye götürür. Şeyh sarhoşlukla, aşkla kendinden geçer, kâfir olur, zünnâr kuşanır, haçı öper, ona secde eder. Ondan sonra, gene kızın sözüne uyar, bir yıl domuz çobanlığı yapar. Dervişler, işin gidişini görüp, Mekke’ye dönerler. Şeyh Rûm ülkesine giderken orda bulunmıyan bir dervişi vardır. Gelince Şeyh’i bulamamıştır. Dervişlerden Şeyh’in hâlini öğrenince onlara, ne diye bıraktınız, vefâ bu mudur der. Onlarla beraber Rûm ülkesine gider. Öbür dervişlerle beraber duâya koyulur. Son-ucu Muhammed Peygamber’in şefâati imdâdına yetişir. Şeyh, zünnarını çözer, Kız da bir rüya görür, uyanınca Müslüman olur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;[Abdülbaki Gölpınarlı, Yunus Emre ve Tasavvuf, İstanbul, 1961, Remzi Kitabevi, s.90, 150, 151]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Sheikh Sanan, who abandons the ascetic path because of his suddenly overwhelming love for a Christian woman. In order to win his beloved, he drinks wine at her behest and even goes so far as to herd her pigs. At the end of the story, ofcourse, the temptress, the Crtistian woman, is led to the proper path and converts and the Sheikh returns to his disciples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116955190034758671?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-of-sheikh-sanan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116752573743841232</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:20:49.538Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Eid</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/1600/783523/DSC00227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/320/3962/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116752573743841232?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-eid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116700868378535215</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:21:52.244Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>kids are quick</title><description>TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America ...&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Maria.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;floor?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell "crocodile?"&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with "I."&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right... "I am the ninth letter of the&lt;br /&gt;alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his&lt;br /&gt;father's&lt;br /&gt;cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louis, do you know why his&lt;br /&gt;father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the ax in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers&lt;br /&gt;before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good&lt;br /&gt;cook.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE: No, teacher, it's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116700868378535215?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/kids-r-quick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116683798331719783</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-23T01:39:43.326Z</atom:updated><title>Hadith on fasting on the day of Arafah</title><description>Arafah (9th Zul-Hijjah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding this day Rasulullah (Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam) is reported to have said: “I have hope in Allah Ta’ala that the fast of the day of Arafah will be an atonement for the (minor) sins of the past and forthcoming year” (Tirmizi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(full Hadith)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116683798331719783?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/hadith-on-fasting-on-day-of-arafah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116679002309593995</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:22:07.684Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>cuma</category><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Cumaniz mubarek olsun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/1600/792285/glotusL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/200/443225/glotusL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116679002309593995?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/cumaniz-mubarek-olsun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116675399740578670</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T00:21:24.279Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>chat chat</category><title>Encarta!</title><description>mona_lisa says (02:09):&lt;br /&gt;benimle turkce konus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encarta® Instant Answers says (02:09):&lt;br /&gt;Türkçeyi seviyorum ama iyi konuşamıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona_lisa says (02:12):&lt;br /&gt;turkce biliyor musun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encarta® Instant Answers says (02:12):&lt;br /&gt;Türkçe konusamiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona_lisa says (02:12):&lt;br /&gt;bende&lt;br /&gt;Encarta® Instant Answers says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;Türkçe seviyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona_lisa says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;bende&lt;br /&gt;Encarta® Instant Answers says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;Anlamadım, özür dilerim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona_lisa says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;bende&lt;br /&gt;Encarta® Instant Answers says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;Üzgünüm, Türkçe'm çok kötüdür.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona_lisa says (02:13):&lt;br /&gt;benimde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116675399740578670?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/encarta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116639003355645552</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-17T21:13:53.573Z</atom:updated><title>Herkes gibi biz de gittik; Susanların arasına girdik…</title><description>Biz gittik,kalanlar sağ olsun;&lt;br /&gt;doğan mutlaka ölür.&lt;br /&gt;Gök kubbede oturanlar,&lt;br /&gt;damdan düşmeyen bir taşı görmemişlerdir asla.&lt;br /&gt;O kadar konuşmayın, o kadar yorulmayın;&lt;br /&gt;Şu yerin altında çırak ne olmuşsa,usta da olmuştur.&lt;br /&gt;A güzel nazlanma!&lt;br /&gt;Bu mezarda nice şirinler, Ferhat gibi yok olmuş gitmiştir.&lt;br /&gt;Direği yelden olan yapı, ne kadar dayanabilir ki?&lt;br /&gt;Kötüysek,kötülüğümüzle geçip gittik;&lt;br /&gt;İyi idiysek anın bizi hayırla!&lt;br /&gt;Zamanın tek eri bile olsa bile,&lt;br /&gt;Tek tek gidenler gibi sende gidersin bir gün.&lt;br /&gt;Yalnız kalmayı istemiyorsan,&lt;br /&gt;hayırdan,iyilikten evladın olsun.&lt;br /&gt;O gizlilik deminin bükülmüş ipliğidir kalan;&lt;br /&gt;dünya ya direk olanların canıdır o.&lt;br /&gt;O süzülmüş,seçilmiş aşk cevheri yok mu ;&lt;br /&gt;ölümsüz olarak kalan, o dur ancak.&lt;br /&gt;Şu akıp giden kum selinin ne durması vardır ne dinlenmesi;&lt;br /&gt;bir şekil bozuldu mu, başka bir şeklin temelini atarlar.&lt;br /&gt;Bu kupkuru yerde Nuh’un gemisine benziyorum ben;&lt;br /&gt;tufan da vademin gelip çatması.&lt;br /&gt;Nuh’un gemisi de gayb aleminde,&lt;br /&gt;pusudaki dalgaları bekliyordu hani!&lt;br /&gt;Susanların arasına girdik,yattık uyuduk;&lt;br /&gt;Çünkü sesimiz,feryadımız haddi aşmıştı zaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116639003355645552?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/herkes-gibi-biz-de-gittik-susanlarn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116637648987197008</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-17T17:43:58.716Z</atom:updated><title>Şeb-i Arûs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/1600/686982/yeni%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/200/522949/yeni%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year in December, ceremonies are held in Konya, Turkey for "Şeb-i Arûs". They Celebrate Jelaleddin Rumi the great 13th century, founder of the mevlevi Dervish order. Mevlana (1207-1273) is among Islam's greatest poets and mystic philosophers. His passionate poets addressed to beloved Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mevlana is originally from Afghanistan but worked and lived in Konya. This month Konya in selcuk would be packed with people visiting and celebrating rumis birth, visiting his museum and at the evening watch the Whirling dervish. rumis death is considered as his wedding night, the night he departed this eartly life and was finally united in love with the devine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Come, Whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;Our is not a caravan of despair&lt;br /&gt;Come, Come, Whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;This caravan has no despair.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you have broken your vow&lt;br /&gt;perhaps ten thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Yet come again, come again, whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;whoever you are, come&lt;br /&gt;Wander, worshipper, lover of leaving, come&lt;br /&gt;Wander, worshipper, lover of leaving, come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelaleddin Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116637648987197008?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/eb-i-ars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116629878948991000</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-17T09:50:39.920Z</atom:updated><title>Muslims mystics</title><description>Time to time I will post quotations or poems from some of the most known mystic and spiritual teachers in Islam. Ibn Arabi is one of these mystics,who is accepted as being one of the greatest spiritual teachers, not just for the Muslims but the whole world. He is known as the Shakh al-Akbar (greatest master). More will follow on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wonder,&lt;br /&gt;A garden among the flames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart can take on any form:&lt;br /&gt;A meadow for gazelles,&lt;br /&gt;A cloister for monks,&lt;br /&gt;For the idols, sacred ground,&lt;br /&gt;Ka'ba for the circling pilgrim,&lt;br /&gt;The tables of the Torah,&lt;br /&gt;The scrolls of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My creed is Love;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever its caravan turns along the way,&lt;br /&gt;That is my belief,&lt;br /&gt;My faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ibn Arabi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116629878948991000?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/muslims-mystics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116609769775380400</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-14T12:43:30.553Z</atom:updated><title>Which t-shirt would you wear???</title><description>With the growing problem of Islamophobia in the UK, Muslims have turned to some funny but meaningful measures. T-shirts with very interesting messages are being worn by Muslims and also Sikhs who have been mistaken to be Muslim.  Here are the examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t panic I am not Islamic”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I read the Quran, don’t mean you no harm”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Muslim on the road, Don’t worry I won’t explode”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t freak, I am a Sikh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, far right racists have also been printing some t-shirts with extreme messages.  T-shirts emblazoned with anti-Muslim slurs are already been circulated. One of these T-shirts reads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Islamophobic And Proud Of It"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116609769775380400?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/which-t-shirt-would-you-wear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116585841909160793</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-11T23:39:45.656Z</atom:updated><title>a little about Mustafa Duzgunman</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/1600/747433/mustafaduzgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4608/2582/320/669198/mustafaduzgun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of my favorite ebru artist born in Uskudar, Istanbul in 1920. When he completed his primary education he started helping his dad Abdulbaki efendi at his herbal shop in uskudar. He carried on his further education at the Department of Turkish Decorative Arts of the State Academy of Fine Arts in 1938.&lt;br /&gt;At the Academy, he learnt traditional bookbinding and ebru from Necmeddin Okyay and benefitted from other masters and distinguished with his talents in a very short time. He never wanted to change ebru into modern art because he believed ebru should stay as a traditional way. Some of his marblings are shown in prayer beads caligraphies He is well known with his works. He was also interested in taking pictures of caligraphy. He is also a poet and one of the poem he wrote is about ebru called Ebruname which i will post very soon...&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa Duzgunman who died on the 12th of September 1990 has been buried in Karacaahmet Cemetery in Uskudar, Istanbul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116585841909160793?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-about-mustafa-duzgunman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24833492.post-116585609677747960</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-11T18:28:29.580Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>salaams....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24833492-116585609677747960?l=monalisaesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://monalisaesma.blogspot.com/2006/12/salaams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (esma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>