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DeepSh*t In a moment of silence, weirdest thoughts clearly appear. In these moments we discover Who Are We

12/03/2023

الليل حالك والبرق مسيطر على السماء، المطر زاخر والرعد يصرخ في العلياء
كل الجمادات تسبح بحمده وبني البشر خائفون ملتحفون تحت الرداء
بعضٌ منهم من عبادتك هارب وبعضٌ منهم الى رؤيتك مشتاق
بعضٌ يحنّ الى غيرك علانيةً وبعضٌ إلى غيرك توّاق
فكيف لي ان أشتاق الى فرع ولا أنتبه وأنساق الى أصل الاشتياق
وبعضٌ يراك وهو واقفٌ على مصلاّه، وبعضٌ يميز صوتك من بين جميع الأصوات
فأنت ظاهر حين تصفى عقولنا وكيف لا يظهر الله وهو صانع كل الاشياء

28/02/2023

As a teenage boy my foresight was limited and your beauty was the furthest spot in you that I was able to see. Neither your deep soul was detected nor your artistic mentality.

I was charmed by your pretty face just like I was captivated by your sexy body; I was fascinated by your weird taste in music just like I was stunned by your art gallery. In other words I was enchanted by your entire being though I wasn’t captured by your sight and didn’t got the chance to form the “You & Me”.

I was obliged to give the chance of our union a hit every single day, even though deep down I was convinced that you’ll never be my destiny.

Years passed and we became just friends who aren’t comforted in their environment and who constantly criticize their community. We nagged about the religion’s dominance and how it is affecting us silently; we complained about our psychological problems and shared tools to coop with our misery.

At since I lost hope in us becoming lovers after I officially stepped into the friend-zone territory. I waved goodbye to your outstanding beauty and moved away to keep what’s left from my dignity.

Years passed and we contacted again and finally you accepted my invitation after I offered you a drink.

I Still, till now, don’t know what were your intentions, but all I know now is that I, stupidly, bragged a lot and missed my one-time opportunity.

You waved goodbye to me while leaving; though I waved goodbye to you for eternity.

How on earth you were on my mind day and night yet into a piece of poem I wasn’t able to transmute your beauty?How on ea...
28/02/2023

How on earth you were on my mind day and night yet into a piece of poem I wasn’t able to transmute your beauty?

How on earth your image was constantly across my sight yet my hands were chained and my mind was incapable of transfiguring what it was able to see?

Maybe your beauty, alone, wasn’t what attracted me. Maybe it was the awe I felt or maybe it was the hidden messages beneath your eyes that triggered me and made me drive unwillingly towards insanity.

Describing the matter – beauty – is considered as an easy task, though does describing the inner realm falls into the same category? Does describing what stunned our mind is as easy as describing what bewitched our eyes and made us pray for company?

Excuse me then if my mind was blocked and my hands upon every trial ended up shaking. Excuse me if words weren't able to come out of my mouth even though my eyes were drunkenly infatuated. Excuse me, our species wasn't designed to express about its heart's deepest links; it was designed to stutter in the presence of such internal beauty.

Men Taking Care Of Themselves.I’m going to put it this way. Fifty/hundred years ago women had less privilege to do what ...
28/02/2023

Men Taking Care Of Themselves.

I’m going to put it this way. Fifty/hundred years ago women had less privilege to do what they are able to do today, their role in life was limited, same as their decisions and how they perceive themselves. And sure all these rules that were made to limit them were justified back then, after all men had the power so why not taking advantage of it to control “their” women.

But when women realized that all these rules were bu****it, and they are literally man-made (I haven’t read all cults around the world, but I’m pretty sure almost all of them were written by men) and not as sacred as they thought they were, they started applying their own rules according to their new perception of themselves and their “role” in life.

Frankly, the same applies to us, young men. We were bombarded by the masculine rules since youth; how to act, react, perform and how to behave.

But now the rules of the game have been changed, we are not able to claim if something is right or wrong by simple plain justifications, we are not eligible to declare rules that only suit our perception. After the cults have been exposed to each other, and people had the right to investigate the sacred, we then witnessed how lame these justifications are and how fool we were by following them. Nowadays, answers like “I feel/see this is how it should be” or “that’s how stuff usually goes” are marked as unreliable and can’t be counted on. The main rule that control everything now is that you either support your facts by evidences or shut the f**k up.

Emotions are not a scale anymore, you can’t feel the truth, and most probably it will give you cramps and headache. Emotions are defensive tools made by our brains so we don’t go astray from the “norm” and remain the status quo. Emotions are the tools used by smart people to control the normal people. That’s why most cults and metaphysical interpretations were based on the threat/enticement principle or punishment/reward principle, else how on earth are they expecting people to follow them. Its emotions and lack of knowledge what enslaved our ancestors. They didn’t have google, they weren’t able to interact with different ideologies, cults, facts as easily as we can nowadays, they had limited resources of information and that’s the main reason why they had no option but to succumb to their emotions. Back then emotions were a scale for truth. But today, after we have scanned the brain, and started discovering how this machinery works, and how rational it is, we know that it’s not as reliable as we thought it would be, it’s in control of us rather than being controlled by us.

So far the best interpretation of how ethics and norms were made goes for Friedrich Nietzsche. In brief, it states that usually there are two groups of people, intelligent/gifted group and an average group. Since the intelligent/talented have more power, they adopt ethical beliefs that justify their position, and since the average has less power they will succumb to these beliefs and embrace them, and that’s exactly how certain beliefs became sacred throughout the history.

Can you tell me please what the meaning of life then is? The purpose? The goal?

No matter how open minded you claim to be, or how detached from your beliefs you think you are, we all are still holding some beliefs for no other reason than they were there at first, and our brain have been defending them for too long that makes it hurtful to think the other way. If you were raised in a homophobic society, gay marriage would give you cramps in the stomach, and if you were raised in conservative society, the idea of total equality between men and women would knock you off. Even when you consciously agree with the opposite claim, you will still get the lousy feelings that were made in the first place to defend you from slipping out of the norm.

So next time when your brain gets judgmental about any topic, try to delve inside to know the reason its acting this way, and whether it can give accurate explanation for this judgmental behaviour, or just it's being rational (which is how it perform most of the time)

النشوة الروحيّةSince youth I sought love in every interaction, in every word whether received or spelled, in every chanc...
28/02/2023

النشوة الروحيّة

Since youth I sought love in every interaction, in every word whether received or spelled, in every chance in discovering my uncontaminated- self.
I spelled out words, performed acts. No matter what category they fell into they were all in the disguise of love.

As a teenage boy I didn’t chase physical interaction between opposite genders as much I chased the genuine form of love.
At since my hormones were raged and my chemistry was rolled upside down, but I never out-scaled pleasure over a spontaneous unfeigned act
I was mesmerized by female's beauty and obsessed with their body shape, but I always scaled being loved over the state of getting aroused.

As an adult who holds a critical mind I chased the non-verbal poetry of love instead of chasing physics and math.
I ditched away the ability to easily solve complex equations and instead I relied on the beatings of my heart.

Years passed by and I was dragged into the materialistic world; I over valued the outside of everything rather than relying, like before, on depths and insights; I over valued matter and forgot about the basic component of living on earth, I forgot about the essence of life – love.

Years passed by, the nap was over and my cruel heart was brought back to life. Everything at since tasted differently; everything including mom and dad.

Every complex philosophy was resolved; every mind-fabrication was solved-out. At since I was able to witness with my own eyes the fabric of reality; the blurry was removed away from my sight.

Crystal clear was the state of my vision the moment that enormous feeling, from the deep down, was aroused.

An immense feeling of love that controlled my senses and my mind’s sight. A gigantic feeling that reframed my entire vision of life and made me picture it as a perfect bride. A feeling that can’t be obtained through some materialistic equations; a feeling that is above the shallowness of humankind.

The moment that feeling aroused was the moment I doubted the feelings felt before under the name of love. They can’t be the same; they can’t be classified as members of the same tribe. Even though they share the outer characteristics, in no way they are the same on the inside.

That feeling made me speechless; I wasn’t able spill out a single word. The only way I was able at since to communicate was through the teardrops that were abundantly dropping out.

Our teardrops fall easily in tragedies and when we are threatened to loose what we deeply love, though it is not common for them to fall when we are silent and at that moment holding an empty mind. At since our teardrops aren’t a reaction of mind computations neither they are based, only, on commotion; at since our teardrops are a mixture of genuine feelings like knowing Thyself and the feeling of pride.

Knowing Thyself comes first, as without knowing the essence of who we are we can’t be connected to anything including God. No feelings will be given order to surface; no tears will be able to fall out. Knowing Thyself comes before the mission of knowing the Lord(1).

In that moment I was one with Who I Am. I was connected with the universe; I was undoubtedly connected with Him – God.

A moment where we are naked in front of the judge and awaiting silently for what he’ll decide. Nothing to share, nothing to hide. Even though everything is exposed in front of the judge of reality, he pats on our shoulder and whispers to us that surely there is a way out.

Our teardrops fall not because of the punishment due to our disobedience, they fall for the action of daring and thinking that away from his mercy we will be able, on this planet, to strive. Our tears flow profusely the moment we discover lately what is actually the meaning of Love.

1. Whoever knows himself, knows his lord. [ Imam Ali ]

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