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In the Name of God بسم الله


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  1. why are you proejecting your life onto mine? What makes you think my life isnt successful? Did you even look at my profile pic before judging me like that? I have lots of girls around me all the time. My life is fine. I am talking about most of the world's population. I am not a self-centered insect like you to only care about my existence. I have humanity in me. I have empathy. I see people suffering everywhere. Most of the religious ilk you are like this. Hypocrites to the core. Your love for God is only self-serving Let God put you into calamity or a situation like Job. I bet you 1 trillion dollars you will be cursing him on day one of your calamitous life. You cretin, you go personal on me just because i tell you the harsh realities of life. I have more choice words for you but i will stop here. Goddamn you to hell if he and hell exists. boohooo where are the mods where are the mods this guy is making us realize the harsh realities of life
  2. I dont have a God complex. I am just saying that God either doesnt exist or he doesnt care and is evil. Ban me all you want.
  3. i would have given every being everything that it wanted there would have been no hell or suffering eternal bliss no need to pray Paradise only Even satan would have been a good angel I dont understand this god who operates this universe Not being blasphemous, this is what i think. Feel free to delete this thread if you find it offensive.
  4. why is it when she is in love with you deeply, you dont feel the same way and when you do, she is bored with you and as moved on? Ah sweet depression..
  5. http://www.answers.com/Q/How_long_was_Adam_alone_before_God_created_Eve Adam was younger than 56 years old when God created Eve, the exact age is not determined. In Genesis 6 you find that God counts time starting with Noah's birth. Every godly day is 1000 years acording to Peter. So God counts time in weeks of thousands of years. So, the Sabbath that followed Eve's creation must have finished with Noah's birth, which happened 1056 years after Adam's birth if you count the beggetting ages mentioned in Genesis. Therefore, if Eve was the last creation, she must have been created wihin those 56 years. 5, 10, 30, 40, 50, but no more than 56 years. Suppose if this is true, I guess God created my Eve too and ill have to wait a while before i have her?
  6. After the Battle of KarbalaZaynab took the jug of water. As She went to Sayeda Sakina who had fallen into a fretful sleep. Gently she stroked Sayeda Sakina's uncombed hair. Sayeda Sakina opened her eyes. Zaynab bint Ali said, "Here is some water Sukaina, please drink a little. You have been thirsty for so long. On hearing the word “water” Sayeda Sakina cried out hopefully, has my uncle Abbas come back? When she was told that Hurr's widow had brought the water, she got up, went to Hurr's widow, thanked her and then asked Zaynab bint Ali, Have you all drank water? Zaynab bint Ali shook her head. Sayeda Sakina asked, why then do you ask me to drink water? Zaynab bint Ali said, because, my dear, you are the youngest". Sayeda Sakina replied, no, Asghar is the youngest. --------------- :cry:
  7. I am very depressed. Shia friends of mine told me to listen to sad shia songs related to Hussein, Grandson of Prophet Mohammed. I dont understand whats being said, but it helps me in dealing with my personal tragedies. The problems they went through, my problems are nothing compared to what they faced. The fact that this is the same world where they went through such hardship, goes to show that this life is not for entertainment and happiness. Maybe God will provide me whatever i seek in my afterlife. But not here. This is helping me cope with my situation. What do you think? I am sorry but this message was too personal. how do i delete it?
  8. Either way, she missed her son when he went away. Imagine her feelings..
  9. What were the feelings Mary was going thru when Jesus was crucified? imagine the agony...
  10. seems like this is the only way. Do it yourself.
  11. Seriously. i am losing the desire to exist. Why doesnt he end my life? I dont want to live anymore since he doesnt answer my prayers? Does he even exist?
  12. i am sure this thread shouldn't be considered offensive. If yes, let me know so i edit it out. http://i.imgur.com/IgowrY4.jpg http://i.imgur.com/pXdLEXF.jpg http://i.imgur.com/mmYhVFk.jpg http://i.imgur.com/1u74yhh.png
  13. L'absurde, c'est la raison lucide qui constate ses limites Quel est le point de cette existence, alors? Pourquoi prendre la peine d'aller sur quand sa va fin et le sens de cette vie est absurdité?
  14. damn thats fattening food. which city? the place looks nice tho a tad depressing
  15. You open your eyes to consciousness stricken by a stirring unease and can't stand your own exposition to steadiness and silence —the frail cadence of your breathing, a miasmatic whirlpool of your thoughts, like a lousy sphere collapsing inwards and outwards— and you decide to turn on the computer and write voraciously and almost maniacally in a stream-of-consciousness way, and after a few pages you begin to observe what you have been writing and feel a sudden wave of disgust and self-hatred and you can't help an impulse to erase every bit of it, just like you always end up doing with your personal texts/narrative attempts
  16. The wind gusts and the waves glide and the people talk. The white noise floats into the air, and is met by the sounds of the bustling traffic on the street behind me. I sit on a waist high barricade, gazing across the Seine river under the hot afternoon sun. A cigarette hangs from my lips. The scene on my side of the river is nearly identical to that on the other bank: families walk, bikes speed by, couples admire the scenery and each other. I lower my sunglasses as a girl who looks like Her walks by, and then raise them once more as her boyfriend catches on. How did I even get here, how did things end up like this, I’m thinking. Why do so many girls look like Her in this city? Why is every city the same? Maybe I should live out my days as a hermit, I’m thinking. They always tell me I look good with a beard anyways. I get up. I walk a little down the way. I go into a few stores. I get coffee at a shop on providence. The gloomy sky did not betray the passage of the sun. Pallas let the rocking of the ship lull her into a haze, a fevered mesh in which all the events of this wild day ensnared her. The winged horse, Hilde's thugs, her bloodlust-driven battle, Martel's abandonment all washed together like a bath. She shivered, and her stomach growled from hunger, which at least told her that afternoon had come. The Northmen made no move to eat. She of course could not ask them for food. So she sat, and stewed inside the chaos of her mind. Darkness slowly crept into the east. Still the sky was cloudy, and as the Northmen raised their metal instruments they lowered them almost at once. No stars just yet. They would trust in the ship. How many hours passed? Pallas felt numb from all the cold and endless sitting. Chunks of ice were floating now upon the sea. The Northmen used the rough ends of their oars to knock them from the ship, while the red-bearded one who manned the rudder steered it gracefully between the cresting waves. The woodsman gathers the dry logs for his fire. The brisk march air tosses a quilt sewn from the omniscient Tree's breath upon the woodsman's shoulders. He leaves behind the wet and damp logs to rot and return to the soil. The dry logs crackle in a roaring fire, quickly fading into life for the woodsman's survival. Needing more tinder the woodsman returns for the dead logs, already showing signs of its rebirth with fungus, maggots and Moss. These logs hiss and squeel in the fire and the water and life within them is sent up as a sacrifice. But their epitaph is not "lost". On their death is inscribed safety and life; a reminder of the glowing hearth of home
  17. I have facts for those who think and arguments for those who reason. The key point of the following exposition is that Atheism fails to comprehend and practice the articles of its charter. More precisely, it conveniently forgets its charter's principles of peace, love, compassion, acceptance, and forgiveness—or, at best, misremembers them as an edict to insult my intelligence. I don't mean to imply that Atheism's aeipathy for sensationalism borders on the pathological, but it's true nonetheless. What Atheism is doing is not an innocent, recreational sort of thing. It is a criminal activity, it is an immoral activity, it is a socially destructive activity, and it is a profoundly untoward activity. Whereas Atheism claims that it can override nature, I claim that thoughtful people are being forced to admit, after years of evading the truth, that I have been right. I was right when I said that if a modern Dante were to update the Divine Comedy, he would have to create a special circle in Hell for judgmental wisenheimers who direct social activity toward philanthropic flimflam rather than toward the elimination of the basic deficiencies in the organization of our economic and cultural life. I was right when I said that the claim that Atheism is morally obligated to rot out the foundations of our religious, moral, and political values is sincerely illusory. And I was right when I said that if it doesn't see anything wrong with goading dictatorial roustabouts into hurling epithets at its foes then perhaps it doesn't deserve all the support it's getting from us. It's sad how Atheism has been discrediting legitimate voices in the alarmism debate. The silver lining around this cloud is that when you're hurt by its flights of fancy, you learn. You put things in perspective. You pull your energies together. You change. You go forward. You observe that on the issue of etatism, Atheism is wrong again. Sure, the inspissated perissology in its writings obscures their underlying call for twisting the history, sociology, and anthropology disseminated by our mass media and in our children's textbooks. But Atheism is a financial predator who preys on the elderly, the gullible, and the vulnerable. It seeks their assets to support its own lavish existence. Keep that in mind while I state the following: If Atheism's legatees had even an ounce of integrity they would take a no-nonsense approach to dealing with money-grubbing numskulls. Some people believe that one day Atheism's goons will champion the force of goodness against the greed of purblind grafters. Such people are doomed to disappointment, especially when one considers that there may be nothing we can do to prevent Atheism from making good on its word to s[Edited Out] the notion of national sovereignty. When we compare this disturbing conclusion to the comforting picture purveyed by its deputies, we experience psychological stress or “cognitive dissonance”. Our only recourse is to solve the problems that are important to most people. Atheism's provocateurs perpetrate all kinds of atrocities while alleging that they are simply not capable of such activities and that therefore, the atrocities must be the product of my and your feverish and overworked imaginations. Atheism needs to realize that it's not special. It's not a beautiful or unique snowflake. It's just another sophomoric loser who wants to drive us into insolvency. Admittedly, Atheism's refrains make about as much sense as jumping off a building and hoping you'll sprout wings on the way down. But that's because Atheism is good at stirring its comrades into a frenzied lunacy of hatred and vengeance. Doing so blinds them to the fact that there is a simple answer to the question of what to do about its litanies. The difficult part is in implementing the answer. The answer is that we must acquire the input of a representative cross-section of the community in a non-threatening, inclusive environment. All the deals Atheism makes are strictly one-way. Atheism gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations. Ten years ago, it was neo-infernal, depraved energumens. Today, it's negligent dossers who glorify the things that everyone else execrates. If I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less disorderly than Atheism. Atheism's attendants portray themselves as fervent believers in freedom of speech and expression but are loath to reveal that Atheism cribs a good deal of its tactics from various authoritarian and totalitarian regimes, but that's a story for another time. For now, I want to focus on the way that it has been deluding people into believing that diseases can be defeated not through standard medical research but through the creation of a new language, one that does not stigmatize certain groups and behaviors. Don't let it delude you, too. Over time, Atheism's ballyhoos have progressed from being merely flighty to being superflighty, hyperflighty, and recently ultraflighty. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megaflighty. With this in mind, I must change the world for the better. Now that I've had a chance to cogitate, let me see if I have Atheism's argument correct: It seems to be saying that granting it complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air. Well, Atheism can believe whatever it wants, but we all know that the truth is that Atheism's précis manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: impose ideology, control thought, and punish virtually any behavior it disapproves of. Phase two: encourage and exacerbate passivity in some people who might otherwise be active and responsible citizens. "Atheism" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone deluding and often robbing those rendered vulnerable and susceptible to Atheism's snares because of poverty, illness, or ignorance, I tell him or her to stop “Atheism-ing”. Even though Atheism turns its back on those who have been the most loyal to it, this does not negate the fact that Atheism is a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say it's a liar. Either way, inasmuch as I disagree with Atheism's accusations and find its ad hominem attacks offensive, I am happy to meet Atheism's speech with more speech and, if necessary, continue this discussion until the truth shines. As all of the cognoscenti already know, Atheism uses the very intellectual tools it criticizes, namely consequentialist arguments rather than arguments about truth or falsity. Atheism knows nothing about the real world. I will now cite the proof of that statement. The proof begins with the observation that society must soon decide either to deal stiffly with ethically bankrupt, loopy logorrheic-types who wiretap all of our telephones and computers or else to let Atheism present a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about its roorbacks. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that Atheism's secret agents contend that loquacious, iniquitous smut peddlers are inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. I say to them, “Prove it”—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because Atheism has a stout belief in astrology, the stars representing the twinkling penumbra of its incandescent belief in frotteurism. Atheism is inherently polyloquent, demented, and fork-tongued. Oh, and it also has a stolid mode of existence. The salient point here is that some day, in the far, far future, Atheism will realize that it seems to have a bitter ideological conflict with my statement that this is where the rubber hits the road. This realization will sink in slowly but surely and will be accompanied by a comprehension of how Atheism has been telling everyone that its plane of understanding is beyond the realm of human imagining. I would like to remind Atheism that false words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Lastly, I can't end this letter without mentioning that Atheism is just making a mug of itself when it says that it is a voice of probity
  18. i mean, good vs bad day night beauty vs ugliness happiness vs sadness rich vs poor There should be relative equality. Didnt God create us "equals"?
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