Waleeja: intimate friend; one whom a person takes to rely upon or to place confidence in, not being of his/her family; secret depth (of the heart)
A few years ago, Masterpiece Theatre broadcast an interesting play titled “Memento Mori.” It’s about a group of eccentric London aristocrats each of whom receives a series of anonymous phone calls with the same frightening message. “Remember, you must die,” says the caller.
The reaction of each of them speaks volumes. The first to receive a call is a very rich, self-centered woman. When her call comes, she’s utterly shocked — she’d never even considered that her perfect little self-contained world might come to an end. Her arrogant facade crumbles, fear consumes her, and she dies.
Next in line is an elderly gentleman. After receiving his call, he decides to go for broke and take just one more nubile young wife — his fourth. Unfortunately, it’s more than his heart can take. And he too is gone in a trice.
Another gentleman dismisses the caller as a prankster, and thinks no more about it, while the nastiest-tempered of the lot takes the call as a signal to settle old scores and get even with all his enemies before it’s too late.
Each in turn reacts thoughtlessly out of a lifetime of habit, till finally the last woman is called. She thanks the caller, “I’m so glad you called,” she says. “You know, at my age one forgets so many things. It is good of you to remind me of this most important fact.” And with that she sets about rebuilding her life, healing old wounds, and putting aside all that doesn’t really matter. She got the message!
AS ADVENT BEGINS TODAY, the Lord is giving us this same kind of wake-up call: “Remember, you must die.” So how are we going to respond? By panicking or despairing or binging or, the old reliable, shopping? None of the above. We’re going to respond to the wake-up call by waking up!
Waking up to what we may have been missing, namely, the preciousness of the present moment — cherishing each moment, and living it graciously, generously, and single-mindedly — as if this were our only moment. That’s all that God asks: if we’ll attend to today, God will handle eternity.
رو سر بنه به بالین تنها مرا رها کن
ترک من خراب شب گرد مبتلا کن
ماییم و موج سودا شب تا به روز تنها
خواهی بیا ببخشا خواهی برو جفا کن
از من گریز تا تو هم در بلا نیفتی
بگزین ره سلامت ترک ره بلا کن
ماییم و آب دیده در کنج غم خزیده
بر آب دیده ما صد جای آسیا کن
خیره کشی است ما را دارد دلی چو خارا
بکشد کسش نگوید تدبیر خونبها کن
بر شاه خوبرویان واجب وفا نباشد
ای زردروی عاشق تو صبر کن وفا کن
دردی است غیر مردن آن را دوا نباشد
پس من چگونه گویم کاین درد را دوا کن
در خواب دوش پیری در کوی عشق دیدم
با دست اشارتم کرد که عزم سوی ما کن
گر اژدهاست بر ره عشقی است چون زمرد
از برق این زمرد هی دفع اژدها کن
بس کن که بیخودم من ور تو هنرفزایی
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pronunciation | mU-dE-ta
sanskrit script | मुदित
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“Eyes must be washed
In another way they must see”
— Sohrab Sepehri
The background is in a shade of orange called Persian orange, so named for its widespread use in Persian pottery and textiles.
Wearing the Hijab = A Symbol of liberation not oppression!
(And wearing such makeup, is that a symbol of liberation,
or of enchantment by advertising companies?)
Intoxicated with your love I spin