Müezzin Allahü Ekber dediği zaman sen de aynısını söyle ve müezzinin 'Hayya alas-salah' sözü hariç diğer dediklerinin hepsini tekrar et! Müezzin, "Hayya alas-salah" derse sen "La havle vela kuvvete ille billahil aliyyil azim" de!
Sayfa 49 - Çelik Yayınevi
🎶Nereye gitsem satılık merhametler ortalıkta Haberin olsun yaşanmıyor buralarda Daha beteri ölünmüyorda..
Hadi kalk gidelim bir yer var uzak Bu şerefsizler yollarıma tuzak 🎶✊️💜🏳️🌈🍺
Sibel Alaş ❤️
The tears were gushing from her gentle eyes,
I wish, indeed, they had not had occasion;
But who, alas! can love, and then be wise?
Not that remorse did not oppose temptation;
A little still she strove, and much repented,
And whispering ‘I will ne’er consent’ – consented.
En acısı da mutlu bir hikaye yarım kalmıştı.
Refik Alas ailesi ile beraber mutlu bir tatile gidecekken, sonsuzluğa gitti. Üstelik Yiğit'i tek başına bırakarak.
Oh, Tomato Purée! When at last you occur to me it is as something profuse, fresh, and erupting. Alas, when I open the door and reach for you, the chill light comes on and shows you crumpled, cold, and, despite being well within your sell-by-date, in dire need of coaxing.
Oh, Tomato Purée – let me lay you out and pummel those rigid furrows and creases! Reconnecting your fractured substance, so you might push aside the residue of previous abundance and come forth again, in all your kitsch and concentrated splendour.
Sayfa 117Kitabı okudu
“This wanderer is no stranger to me: many years ago he passed by here. Zarathustra he was called; but he is transformed.
Back then you carried your ashes to the mountain: would you now carry your fire into the valley? Do you not fear the arsonist’s punishment?
Yes, I recognize Zarathustra. His eyes are pure, and no disgust is visible around his mouth. Does he not stride like a dancer?
Zarathustra is transformed, Zarathustra has become a child, an awakened one is Zarathustra. What do you want now among the sleepers?
You lived in your solitude as if in the sea, and the sea carried you. Alas, you want to climb ashore? Alas, you want to drag your own body again?”
Zarathustra answered: “I love mankind.”
“We can fight the evil,” Kendra said.
“Alas, this is my lot,” the knight said. “I wait here in the darkness, not quite dead, not quite living, bleak and useless as a monument to a forgotten kingdom, awaiting the call to arms. I stand watch as the centuries turn to millennia, as the same cycles repeat, pretending that when I am called, I can help by adding to the carnage.”
