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He poured in his visitor’s cup. The cup was soon full, but Nan-in kept pouring.
The tea rose to the rim and began to spill over on the table.
Nan-in continued pouring.
Malika Pukhraj's iconic rendition of Hafeez Jalandhari's urdu nazm ‘Abhi Toh Main Jawaan Hun’ made them both legends in Indian sub-continent.
Aesop was born around 620 B.C., and was a slave by birth.
In those days, you were born a slave if you were the son of a slave, just like you are born a Hindu if you are the son of a Hindu.
Retold Arabian Nights Tale: Ali Baba And 40 Thieves 03.
Qasim's clever wife stumbles upon Alibaba's secret. This strains their relationship.
Trust once lost, is not easily regained.
Retold Arabian Nights Tale: Ali Baba And 40 Thieves 06
Marjina convinces the Haqeem that Qasim is very sick & then Mustafa to go blindfolded to sew the corpse.
Retold Arabian Nights Tale: Ali Baba And 40 Thieves 09
The blindfolded Mustafa leads the thief to Alibaba's house.
The home is marked, but Marjina foils the ID.
His senses had been fogged by shock and confusion, and he had lain in his lair hungry and mentally shattered.
As the day progressed, the fog surrounding his brain slowly cleared. It was replaced by pain.
The Captain rose early the next morning.
Disguised differently again, he rode back into the city.
Dismounting outside a karvaan serai (caravan inn), he went straight to the Inn keeper, and struck up a casual conversation.
It is our brain that translates words to create meaningful images.
To do this, it needs to know both language as well as the context.
Comprehension created from words will be wrong, if their translation or context is wrong.
"Subhaan Allah!" Hasan murmured in appreciation, despite his restraint.
She moved closer to him.
'Swish, swish,' her sword moved around him, as she hovered over Hasan.
"Abraham bought the lucky ticket at the Mecca Shop. And people have been buying tickets from it ever since. In growing numbers."
"The same goes for any other holy place. The Vaticans, Varanasis and the like. In fact, bathing in the Ganges now is more likely to give you water borne diseases than to help you attain God."
Miss Nuyen started bubbling over with anger, but years of ritualistic practice held her down.
"Namo Amitabh Buddh, Namo Amitabh Buddh..." she continued, trying to hurry through the 10 minutes frantically.
“How are you feeling, Richard?” Hosh asked.
"I've never felt better, Doc” Richard beamed back, “I have a 20-year-old bride now. And she is pregnant with my child. What do you think about that?"
“If we want to be great, we should learn to have habits of the great. Discussing people and their follies, like we are, is futile. In doing that, we become no more than the three raindrops.”
“Raindrops?” Josh was perplexed.
“Well, the teacher said she’ll give a chocolate fish to the child who can tell her, who the most famous man was, who ever lived," Josh replied.
"So, what happened then?" she asked.
"See, I can't even see what is so obvious to you. I am like these coffee beans soiling whatever they touch and completely useless thereafter."
"Wish I were more like these other two, still holding their own after all their troubles."
"Time passed slowly and the expectation that he was finally going to eat made his stomach growl with eager anguish."
"Geshe Ben was so hungry that he found it difficult to wait. His eyes kept returning to the jar of food within his reach."
Using funny equations, Satyadev shows that complementary relationships exist between men who earn money & women who spend money.
Making them both donkeys... Joke.
We're all cracked pots, but can still be useful.
The parable of the cracked pot teaches Rosh that succeeding despite our imperfections can lead to fulfillment.
He thought about his father’s future work. Creating and publishing stories – inspired by life.
Creating another Upanishad! A contemporary Upanishad! Perhaps an Upanishad retold!
Would he read it? He knew he would, he loved his father’s stories anyway.
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