Musta ei kai ikinä taida aikuiseksi olla,
enkä sitä halua.
Mä vain tahdon pitää hauskaa!
Mä en kai ikinä taida aikuiseksi kasvaa,
enkä sitä halua,
mä vaan kuljen pilke silmäkulmassa!
“He who exists between two states of non-existence is himself non-existent.”
— al-Junayd
Since human life is a brief interval between two infinite voids (the time before birth and the time after death), it is too fleeting to be considered true existence.
He only procrastinates because he is unable to conquer his desires at present.
If he is awaiting a day on which conquering his desires will become easy, then such a day does not exist.
— al-Ghazālī قدس سره
Hudajfa, radijallahu anhu, prenosi: Jednom sam sreo Allahovog Poslanika ﷺ na jednom od putova Medine. On je rekao: „Ja sam Muhammed, ja sam Ahmed, ja sam pečat poslanstva, ja sam El-Hašir na Danu Sudnjem, ja sam Poslanik pokajanja i ja sam Poslanik rata"
Ostajte ovdje!… Sunce tuđeg neba
Neće vas grijat k’o što ovo grije;
Grki su tamo zalogaji hljeba
Gdje svoga nema i gdje brata nije.
Od svoje majke ko će naći bolju?!
A majka vaša zemlja vam je ova;
Bacite pogled po kršu i polju,
Svuda su groblja vaših pradjedova...
I’ve always wondered what it felt like manning the frontiers of an ancient empire.
Yes, there are the obvious facts of life on the borders- mundane duties, idling around, all around dreadfully boring for the most part, save for the ever-present danger of incursions.
But beyond that, there must’ve been a “disconnect”, especially in a time before modern communications and logistics.
Even in World War 1, Jünger talks about how commanders ruled their sections of the trench like their own fiefdoms. That was in a modern military whose sectors were intimately intertwined. Imagine how much more isolated say, a Roman outpost on the Rhine, was.
Technically you are just a representative and enforcer of Rome, but in a sense, you ARE Rome out there. That little backwater you and your comrades oversee is your petty kingdom, it’s sparse population your subjects.