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The thumping bass drum and handclaps of Oh My God hark back to the era of Rolling in the Deep, when she was caught up in the post-Amy Winehouse frenzy of jazz-inspired chart singers. Sonically, at least, it’s not all doom and gloom. It’s a welcome injection of Adele the likable celebrity-who’s-just-like-us, before she batters us with woe again. “All right, then, I’m ready,” she says at the close of the song. Sweeping strings, mournful organ and Adele’s signature vocal range comfortably move through the paces. “I’ll be taking flowers to the cemetery of my heart,” she begins on Strangers by Nature, played with all the warm timbre of an old gramophone. What is on Adele Adkins’s mind at 33? The same heartbreak that fuelled her breakthrough, with 21, and shot her to global stardom, with 25, persists on 30, a record of melodrama, ballads and a hint of 1960s soul.

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pienerd55 · 6 years ago

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Avatar one-shot

So I dusted this from 2015 and decided to ge give it a good edit and rather than let it collect more dust I'll share it here. I wanted to write about an Avatar from a more present time i.e pre smartphone era and social media 2000s. Well here goes nothing

Episode 1

Prologue

Air Water Earth Fire. Only the Avatar can master all four elements. Thirty years ago, calamity arose in the independent states of the Earth Nation. Distrust grew amongst the states as they competed in all things: military, resources, alliances, and technology. The Spirits became affected as well bringing the whole world on the brink of destruction. Only the Avatar could unite the nations to confront the more pressing threat and save the world. His actions ended with a grave sacrifice.

Our sacrifice bought us many years of peace. But peace is fleeting and the flames of contention begin anew. Like the seasons, the cycle of the Avatar began anew and gave rise to a new Avatar dedicated to mastering all forms of the elements as she works to end the war. But this story is not about her, this story is about a young man named Eiji, unbeknownst to him, a great destiny lies ahead.

Episode 1

Lut: A town located in the city state of Jinbu, located in the independent states of the Earth Nation. This town is known for supplying much of the metal that is traded with the United Republic of Nations and has a steady flow of tourism as well. Named for the dirt and the mud caked on the hair and the bodies of the miners who live and work there. Although many technological advances had happened in the past couple of decades, this town still carried on a proud sense of family and tradition and the people would pass on these values to their children.

The sky was overcast and the rain was pouring. Two men, clad in protective gear sparred with each other undeterred by the rain outside of a dojo . The trainer, a middle aged man with a spring in his step hurled boulders one after another at another younger man, his student. An amateur might have thought the young man to be freakishly fast, but in actuality the student anticipated each and every attack. Undeterred, the young man moved closer and closer till he stood right in front of his trainer. Before he could react, the student kicked at his neck, stopping only an inch from the trainer’s torso.

“Ha! I got you now old man!” In response, the trainer scoffed. Behind his back, he held another boulder suspended in the air. He threw the boulder into his student's stomach, leaving him gasping for air.

“What...was... that for?” Eiji asked between pants.

“Hesitation will be your undoing Eiji. Never forget that. I expect you to keep this in mind for our rematch next week.” his teacher replied.

Eiji sighed and replied, “Yes, Sifu Cheng” He extended his hand to his student and the two walked inside to dry off.

Eiji smirked, “That match wasn’t bad for an old man.”

“Need I remind you, this old man just pummeled you into the ground” the trainer laughed in retort.

“Only because I let you win!” Eiji smirked.

“Keep thinking that mop head!” Sifu yang said, making fun of Eiji’s shaggy hairdo.

“Give it a week, I'll bring you down a peg or two.” Eiji replied. A cell phone faintly rang in the background. Eiji walked over to his bag, then he removed his glasses from one of the bag pockets and put them on.

“Well, that’s my cue to get to work. See ya tonight teach!” He waved at his teacher.

Sifu Cheng looked at him, satisfied and waved back.

The rain had finally let up into a light drizzle. Eiji got on his bike and began to ride to work. As he rode, a passing car splashed water all over him.

“Great, the boss won’t like her floor wet.” He frowned and rode about another five minutes to get to work. He hoped that he wouldn’t get noticed too much if he ran to the back door, but his hopes were dashed once he was caught by his manager.

“Song Min just called in sick… Why are you getting my floor wet? Whatever, I have a spare uniform in the break room. After you put it on, I’ll need you to wait tables with me tonight because it’s getting busy.” With a stressed look, she tossed him a small towel.

Eiji went into the breakroom and quickly got dressed. When he walked out, his boss yelled, “I’m going to need you to wait on tables three, five, and seven.”

Eiji sighed at the thought of the extra work He grabbed a notebook and with a smile he walked over to the lone customer at table five and asked,

“Hi, welcome to The Smoked Moosow, My name is Eiji and I’ll be your server. What can I get you to drink?” he asked.

“I'll just have a water. And make sure to leave me the pitcher.” The short, bulky man flashed a crooked smile at him.

Eiji returned the smile back at the rude man out of courtesy,

“Of course sir.” He walked to a nearby water station and did as the man instructed .

The restaurant’s telephone rang and the manager quickly ran to the kitchen as if she was expecting the call.

“Hello, yes this is The Smoked Moosow. Will you be dining in or taking out today?”

She nodded a few times. “President Fukuhara, I'm afraid the VIP room is closed due to repairs… You still wish to come? I’ll be sure to reserve a booth in the front room. I apologize again. Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

Five minutes later, an affluent group came inside. They consisted President Fukuhara, the CEO of the hotel chain The Four Elements, his young daughter Ami who couldn't be more than twelve years old, as well as a small business owner.

As they sat down, Fukuhara began a pitch to the small business owner. As soon as he began speaking, he immediately captured the attention of the small business owner and talked of a merger.

Thirty minutes had passed and Ami’s cell phone rang. She apologized and silenced her phone. The phone incessantly lit up again, she flipped it open and noticed an important number.

“I better take this.” she promptly excused herself. She looked around and tapped Eiji on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I might find the bathroom?” she asked.

Eii set down his tray and gestured toward the back of the restaurant.

“The bathroom is the first door on the right at that back corridor.” He responded.

“Thank you.” Ami slightly nodded and walked to the bathroom.

Eiji picked up his notebook and looked for the man with the crooked teeth. As he walked to the table, he noticed that the man wasn’t there and that his pitcher and cup were empty. He shrugged and moved on to the next table.

In the back corridor, the young woman bumped into the man with the crooked teeth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”Before Ami woman could finish her sentence, she looked upward in horror as several sharp icicles hung in the air pointed at her.

“Now don’t say a word. I’ve got some unfinished business with your daddy.” He put his arm around her and said,

“Come with me”.

Ami followed him to the front of the restaurant, her knees buckling.

At the front, Fukuhara continued his pitch until he was interrupted by a scream from one of the other diners. What he saw was his worst fear, several sharp icicles suspended in the air a precious few inches from his daughter’s neck.

Eiji ran to the kitchen and watched carefully. He had a chance to leave but he couldn't knowing he unwittingly provided ammo.

He angrily stood up and slammed his hands on the table.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” he demanded.

The man used his free hand and threw one of the icicles at Fukuhara’s neck suspending it in the air just like he had done with the daughter.

“So noisy, I'll tell you when you sit down” The assailant said irritated.

Fukuhara reluctantly sat down in response.

“If you look under the table, you’ll find a laptop computer ready for you to transfer 30 million yuan to my account. If you do that, your daughter will remain unharmed.” The assailant instructed.

“Why are you asking for such a thing?” the CEO asked.

“You fired me for no good reason! My son is dying. And now I can't afford the treatment I need for him!” The assailant yelled.

“I have done nothing of the sort, you're anger is misdirected. Please leave my daughter alone and I promise I'll have internal affairs look into this for you.” The CEO said as he tried to sympathize.

In response, the assailant moved the icicle from the front of the CEO’s neck to the top of his head and melted the water.

“I don’t want your sympathy or your excuses. Just finish the transfer.” The assailant said as he looked at the CEO condescendingly.

The CEO sighed and completed the transfer on the laptop.

“It’s done. Now please, let my daughter go.” the CEO said.

“Now now, I’ll be the judge of that.” The assailant said with a smile on his face. He picked up the laptop and as he turned around, Fukuhara attempted to send a message with his cell phone.

The assailant glanced behind him and found out. “Didn’t think that I would catch on to your plan to alert the police? I was going to see how much more use I could get out of her but all you’ve managed to do is tick me off!” he yelled, breaking the phone in half.

The situation was escalating and Eiji felt he had to do something or they could all be hurt. He knew that he needed to direct the assailant’s attention from the customers to himself. He stepped out front while clenching his tray and said condescendingly,

“However messed up you think your life is, you are only making it worse. He's saying he'll help you.”

The assailant turned toward Eiji and scoffed.

“Beat it kid! This has nothing to do with you.”

“You brought me into it the moment you barged into my workplace and threatened these people. You’re nothing but a coward!” Eiji retorted.

“That’s it! You’ve got on my last nerve!” the assailant yelled irritated,

Eiji saw the icicles beginning to move from the daughter toward him and he smiled because he accomplished his goal.

“Run!” Eiji yelled. In response, the diners scrambled to leave.

Eiji blocked each icicle flung in his direction using his metal serving tray as a shield and ran into a corner of the flooded VIP room, his assailant in pursuit.

As he entered into the room, he asked “Are you an idiot or do you have a death wish?”

“I think you're the bigger idiot. They're gone.” Eiji said.

The assailant yelled, “ I'm gonna kill you!”

“I bet you can't hit me with those things!” Eji goaded. He knew that if his assailant bent water, he could be done for.

Water droplets ascended from the floor and Eiji smiled. He still had a chance. Before the icicles started falling, he charged forward icicles narrowly missing him and scratching him in the face. Others flew into the wall causing cracks.

Ignoring the blood flowing, Eiji had closed their range. Unable to focus on using the room against Eiji, the assailant could only launch any additional icicles forward. After raising his makeshift shield once more to block, he hurled his tray at the assailant’s bending arm before he could launch another assault. The assailant screamed out in pain, unable to bend.

He pulled out a knife with his good arm angrily thrusting at Eiji. Eiji dodged, quickly placed his arm under the assailant’s arm and in a swirling motion disarmed him.

The assailant yelled in pain and moved to counter with his left hand closed with his fist. Eiji sprang up, batted the assailant’s arm away, and roundhouse kicked him in the face knocking him into the tables and knocking the chairs over. Eiji exhaled and relaxed his body.

The moment of peace was short-lived as the manager had gone back inside of the restaurant. “What's going on?! Why would you do something so stupid? I just got off of the phone and they'll want you to make a statement.”

She took a look at Eiji’s bleeding face,

“What's that?! Go to the breakroom and take care of that. After that I need you to come to my office.” She walked to her office while Eiji went to the breakroom.

Eiji found some tissues and pressed them against his face to stop his bleeding. When he got it under control, he disinfected his scratch and bandaged it and walked to the office as instructed.

“There’s no easy way for me to say this, but I’m going to have to let you go. I'll make sure to mail you you're last check.”

“You’re firing me?” Eiji asked bewildered.

“I’m letting you go. Our business has a strict anti-violence policy and you clearly violated it with your actions earlier. ” She said with her arms folded.

“I saved that girl. Are you saying that I shouldn’t have?” Eiji retorted.

“I’m not saying that. What you did was both heroic and stupid. You don't know what kind of tricks that man had rolled up his sleeves. We have this rule in place to protect our employees. In all fairness, that's just how it is.” She took a second look at his wound and said, “Make sure to keep that clean and covered.”

“I understand.” Eii said relentingly.

The police soon arrived and brought the unconscious waterbender into custody. Eiji and his manager walked to the front of the restaurant to give their statements. President Fukuhara returned to the restaurant because he wanted to give as detailed a statement as possible. After talking to them, he left in his car.

“You’re the one who knocked that guy out?” the officer asked.

“Yeah.” Eiji nodded.

“And I can gather from these testimonies that you’re a nonbender?” The officer asked while glancing at his notepad.

“Yes sir.” Eii replied.

“You know that was a very dangerous thing you did there. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” The officer remarked.

“I’m used to sparring with benders. All I knew was that no matter what, he was going to hurt the girl and I had to stop him.” Eiji said.

The officer raised his eyebrows impressed.

“Great job kid. Who’s your teacher?” he asked.

“Sifu Cheng.” Eii answered.

“The Sifu Cheng? The one who helped Avatar Weisheng before he…” the officer stopped before the conversation could take an awkward, darker turn.

“That’s him.” Eiji said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Avatar Weisheng was a sensitive subject for many, especially him.

“I better get going before he gets worried.” Eiji said.

“Would you like a ride home?” the officer offered.

“No thanks. I’ll ride my bike home.” Eiji said while excusing himself.

As he rode home, Eiji felt annoyed that he lost his job. He’d have to rely on his teacher as he would look for a new job and if anything, Eiji hated feeling like a burden. He looked upward to the stars for comfort and he felt the strength to ride home.

He sighed after glancing and thought,

“At least I’ll finally have time to watch my remastered Nuktuk mover box set.”

Eiji soon arrived at his teacher’s house. He walked inside and took off his shoes. From the front room, Eiji could hear his teacher’s voice and two other voices talking with him. After taking a glance at his teacher, he saw that his teacher and two guests were seated in the front room on cushions drinking tea from the table. President Fukuhara and his daughter Ami had sat wrapped in blankets talking to Sifu Cheng.

Eiji didn’t feel like meeting any new people or talking about what happened since he was mentally and physically exhausted from the day’s events. He decided not to go into the front room and tried to sneak his way upstairs. Before his foot could touch the first step, he heard his teacher say,

“Ah Eiji, come and meet our guests. I hear they’ve really been looking forward to meeting you.”

Eiji looked annoyed as he heard his teacher. He quickly replaced his annoyed look with a smile and walked into the front room.

“Now Eiji, I’d like you to meet President Fukuhara and his daughter Ami.” Sifu Cheng said smiling.

“It’s nice to finally meet you young man! I’m sorry to stop by unannounced, but my daughter has something she’d like to say to you.” He looked at his daughter, but she remained silent.

He placed his hand on her shoulder encouragingly

“Come now, don’t be shy. Tell him like we practiced.”

Ami looked up and slightly smiled.

“Thank you for saving me and I'm sorry you got hurt” She said.

“You're welcome and it's not your fault. I'm happy you're ok.” Eiji said reassuringly.

“Isn’t there something else you’d like to add?” her father asked.

“And will you escort me to the grand opening of the SS Four Elements?” She asked while brushing her wet hair behind her ear.

Eiji felt like her invitation put him on the spot. He searched his mind wondering how to respond and looked at his teacher for help. Sifu Cheng quickly returned his glance with a look that said, “Refuse her and you’re dead.”

Eiji said,

“I’d really like to, but I’ve got an exam coming up at the dojo.”

“ According to what they told me, you just passed it” Sifu Cheng responded.

Eiji looked at him and asked,

“Arent there any places hiring?”

“Nope, they just did all their hiring. We've got the new year holiday coming up.” He said with a smug look on his face.

“Then it’s settled. Meet me at the airport in the morning!” President Fukuhara said enthusiastically. He looked down at his watch and said,

“Well we’ve got to get going now!” and heartily shook Sifu Cheng’s hand. “Thank you for having us tonight!”

“It was my pleasure.” Sifu Cheng said while escorting the guests out.

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fatchiness · 7 years ago

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The flood took them by surprise.

Lacking foresight, they used to mock him as he worked on his unfinished ship. But because he knew what was coming, he'd simply look up & reply: {"If you mock me, I likewise mock you."} (11:38)

In the end, {"only a few believed with him."} (11:40) Even his wife turned on him, destined to drown with everyone else. Humanity survives today descended entirely from him.

Prophet Nuh was a one-man ummah.

But there were others, as {"indeed, Ibrahim was an ummah..."} (16:120) Ibrahim symbolized the dawn of a new era in the history of Tawhid. He propagated it with an aggression unmatched by any before him: {"And that was My hujjah which I gave Ibrahim. I elevate the ranks of whom I wish..."} (6:83) A hujjah is "that by which one rebuts an adversary in a litigation, dispute, or altercation; an argument; a proof; an evidence." Each time he confronted someone with a hujjah, they hated him for it. In fact, besides his wife & nephew, Ibrahim for years remained the sole Muslim on the planet. He further shocked & offended Babylonian society by physically smashing their idols to bits - knowing full well that they'd try to kill him for it.

What Ibrahim did was bigger than himself. Tawhid survives today descended entirely from him.

Thousands of years later, with again nearly no Muslims left on the planet, a man leaned against the Ka'bah Ibrahim had built and evoked the memory of Ibrahim's stand while making his own: "O Quraysh! I swear by Allah that none of you follows the din of Ibrahim except me." Zayd bin 'Amr bin Nufayl continued: "O Allah, if I knew how You want to be worshipped, I'd worship You that way. But I don't," and he then prostrated on his hands. They expelled him from Makkah. He decided to travel to Mawsil, where he'd dreamed of meeting others who rejected the tawaghit of the times and chose to follow Ibrahim. Instead, he was advised to return to Makkah to await the appearance of the final Prophet (sall Allahu 'alayhi wa sallam). Zayd complied, only to be subsequently attacked & killed upon his return. Just as Ibrahim was an ummah, the Prophet likewise said that Zayd "will be resurrected as an ummah unto himself."

Ibn Rajab wrote that "if one worships & obeys Allah and pursues His pleasure in life through an act whose effects are naturally detested, he should know that such effects aren't detested by Allah. Rather, He loves them because they result from His obedience & the pursuit of His pleasure. He informed us of this to soothe our hearts so that we don't detest what we experience in this life."

He also informed us of exactly what it is He wants: {"Allah wants to affirm the truth through His words..."} (8:7)

And He informed us that He does this perpetually: {"He affirms the truth through His words..."} (10:82) As al-Qurtubi explained, this means that "He makes it clear."

And He informed us that this clarity sometimes emerges through brief confrontations in which nearly every Muslim protagonist is wiped out by the antagonist. {"The truth became manifest"} (7:118) in the split second it took Musa to overcome the magicians, leading them to convert before Fir'awn captured them all, amputated their hands & legs, and crucified them on tree trunks (20:71). On another tree trunk, in another time & place, the truth become manifest in the split second it took an arrow to pierce a young boy's skull, leading every onlooker to convert before their king had them shoved into flaming pits to be burned alive. That we're even aware of these true stories & others proves that not even death can contain the power of a hujjah, as Yusuf al-'Uyayri wrote that "victory can take the form of a hujjah & clear proof... A victorious concept doesn't stop with the person upholding it. Rather, it transcends to others, even if he himself dies. What matters is that the hujjah is conveyed & convinces others, even if its original upholder is physically helpless."

The Prophet himself learned while helpless in Makkah that whether he lived to personally witness victory was irrelevant because his job was to convey the hujjah: {"Whether I show you some of what I promised them or cause you to die, your duty is only to convey..."} (13:40) He lived long enough to establish a state, but he died when it was still confined to limited territory. He set the mawaqit for pilgrims, but they were future pilgrims who weren't yet Muslims. Why? Ibn 'Abd al-Barr wrote that "it was Allah's Messenger who set the miqat for the people of 'Iraq as Dhat 'Irq & 'Aqiq, just as he set Juhfah for the people of Sham. At the time, both Sham & 'Iraq were lands of kufr. But he set the mawaqit for their peoples because he knew that Allah would eventually open Sham, 'Iraq, and other territories to his ummah. Neither Sham nor 'Iraq were conquered in their entirety until the rule of 'Umar."

In another book, Ibn 'Abd al-Barr related that Allah's Messenger once asked Suraqah bin Malik: "How would you feel wearing the bracelets of Kisra?" Years later, after both the Prophet & Abu Bakr had died and 'Iraq was conquered, Kisra's bracelets & treasures were brought to 'Umar. He called Suraqah over and placed the treasures on his head. Suraqah had long hair at the time. He then told him: "Raise your hands," and placed bracelets on each one. 'Umar then said: "Allahu Akbar. Praise be to Allah Who snatched these from Kisra bin Hurmuz, who used to tell people "I am your lord," and instead granted them to a bedouin named Suraqah bin Malik..."

So not even Abu Bakr lived to see this dream fulfilled. But he was the one who made the dream possible, as 'Abdullah 'Azzam said that "the Ummah can sometimes consist of a single person who makes a stand by which Allah saves this din - just as Abu Bakr made a stand in the days of Riddah, and Ahmad bin Hambal made a stand the day the Earth shook from the innovated belief that the Qur'an is created, thereby saving the entire Ummah."

He then said that "history informs us that twenty Muslims from Spain - the Muslims of Andalusia - departed Barcelona for a small piece of territory on the peak of a mountain called Frakshia, close to the French coast. Twenty individuals! They established a fortress atop this mountain, grew in number to a hundred, and gained control over the major ports between France & northern Italy, especially the well-known port of Bernar. They penetrated deep into the lands of the Bayamun, and all the Franks who crossed these ports paid them jizyah. They penetrated into Switzerland until they arrived at the province of Konstanz (which today lies near the Swiss-German border), and ruled over this territory for ninety years - ninety years!"

Finally, "all of this began with just twenty Muslims, ruling central Europe and controlling its major trading ports for nearly a century. Eventually, all of Europe coalesced against this emirate until it fell after ninety years, as I said. On the day they suffered their final defeat, they numbered no more than 1,500 men!"

It was this same number of men estimated to have made a stand in Mawsil - men who found what Zayd had sought when he set foot in the city over fourteen centuries earlier. Yusuf al-'Uyayri wrote that "though victory can materialize in the form of physical authority & a state, the least that can be said about the Ta'ifah al-Mansurah is that its victory is one of hujjah & clear proof. So it's always victorious in one way or another despite the Ummah abandoning it and its enemies coalescing against it."

Indeed, Allah described the ta'ifah of Bani Isra'il which believed in 'Isa bin Maryam as being {"victorious"} (61:14) even though, as Qatadah explained, this victory took the form of "hujjah & clear proof." But even this victory can be attained only after you meet a demanding set of conditions, as {"I made some of them leaders guiding by My command when they had patience and were certain in My ayat."} (32:24) This is because, as Ibn al-Qayyim wrote, "yaqin totally illuminates the heart and cleanses it of all doubt, resentment, sadness, and worry."

How do you attain yaqin? You attain it when you form an emotional attachment to the Shar'i texts, as as-Sa'di wrote that "they attained the rank of yaqin because they gained proper knowledge rooted in decisive proof. They persistently studied various matters & their many supporting proofs until they finally reached this rank."

Seven centuries after 'Isa's ascent, an elderly Abu Hurayrah was sitting in a masjid in Kufah when a man approached him and asked: "You're the one who says that he'll pray with 'Isa bin Maryam?"

He replied: "O people of 'Iraq, I knew that you wouldn't believe me. But this won't stop me from conveying what I heard from Allah's Messenger. Allah's Messenger, the truthful & believed one, told me that "the Dajjal will emerge from the East at a time when people are divided. He'll reach everywhere on Earth in forty days. During this time, the believers will suffer immensely. Then 'Isa bin Maryam will descend & lead them in salah. When he raises his head from ruku', Allah will destroy the Dajjal & those with him."

As for my saying that it's the truth, then Allah's Messenger said: "And it's the truth."

As for my saying that I wish to be there, then perhaps I'll be there despite my white hair, delicate skin, and old age. Perhaps Allah will have mercy on me and I'll be there to pray with him. Go tell your family what Abu Hurayrah told you."

Reflect over Abu Hurayrah's incessant yaqin even in old age. And reflect over the fact that the best men had their yaqin exposed through mere tests of compliance, after which nothing materialized for them - just as those who helped prepare for Tabuk were promised Jannah despite having arrived to find no Romans there, and those who partook in Bay'at ar-Ridwan were "the best people on Earth" and "will never enter the Fire" despite the rumors of 'Uthman's death turning out to have been false, and Lut ended up with not a single convert, and Ibrahim's {"great test"} (37:106) ended at the last second without him slaughtering his son, and Nuh spent nearly a millennium confronting the world with his hujjah with the result that {"only a few believed with him."} (11:40)

So life is but a brief window of time testing your yaqin, as Allah only {"created death and life to show which of you acts best..."} (67:2) Even if you don't live long enough to witness its results in this life, and even if those lacking foresight mock you for working on an unfinished ship, they will materialize. One way they'll materialize is you, as the Prophet said that Allah will ask Nuh on the Day of Resurrection: "Did you convey My message?"

He'll reply: "Yes, my Lord."

Allah will then ask Nuh's people: "Did he convey My message?"

They'll lie: "No! No Prophet ever came to us."

Allah will then ask Nuh: "Who will vouch for you?"

Nuh will reply: "Muhammad & his ummah."

The Prophet continued: "So we'll then testify that Nuh conveyed the message..."

Written by: Tariq Mehanna Monday, the 27th of Dhu al-Hijjah 1438 (18th of September 2017)

#hujjah #tawheed #yaqeen #victory #ummah #truth #tarekMehana

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bmhasdeu · 7 years ago

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“Persistenţa memoriei”, Salvador Dali, 1931, ulei pe pânză. Muzeul de Artă Modernă din New York

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” Claude Monet, one of the founding fathers of the Impressionism was born on 15 of nov. in 1840.

Picturi celebre: Persistenţa memoriei – Salvador Dali

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“Persistenţa memoriei”, Salvador Dali, 1931, ulei pe pânză. Muzeul de Artă Modernă din New York

“Va trebui într-o zi să îmi întorc propriile ceasuri moi pentru ca acestea să îmi arate ora memoriei absolute, care este ora adevărată şi profetică.”

Persistenţa memoriei (“La persistencia de la memoria”) este cea mai faimoasă capodoperă a lui Salvador Dali, realizată în anul 1931, aparţinând suprarealismului, înfăţişând un ţărm marin sumbru presărat cu ceasuri parcă topite. Una dintre cele mai recognoscibile picturi ale sale, aceasta este reprezentativă pentru perioada în care a fost realizată şi una dintre cele mai cunoscute şi uşor identificabile lucrări artistice din lume, iar despre cum pictorul catalan a fost inspirat să redea această imagine a timpului şi a ceea ce reprezintă el s-a vorbit aproape la fel de mult ca despre tablou în sine.

Faptul că ceasurile din pictură se topesc arată scurgerea rapidă a timpului, pictorul chiar insistând pe acest lucru şi pictând astfel trei ceasuri, şi nu unul singur, lucru ce amplifică trecerea timpului, voind să accentueze frustrarea cauzată de faptul că timpul se scurge împotriva voinţei noastre. Acesta lasă în urmă doar spaţii, obiecte fără viaţă, vlăguite parcă de viteza cu care zboară acest timp necruţător.

Dali este entuziasmat de mişcarea suprarealistă, în care vede posibilitatea manifestării imaginaţiei sale exuberante, unită cu o virtuozitate tehnică a desenului şi culorii. Datorită comportamentului său, în 1934 este exclus din grupul artiştilor suprarealişti, ceea ce nu-l împiedică să se considere singurul artist capabil de a capta “formele suprareale”. Ca alternativă la “automatismul psihic” preconizat de Breton, Salvador Dalí recurge la propriul său stil ca “metodă paranoico-critică”, pe care o defineşte drept “o metodă spontană a cunoaşterii iraţionale care constă în interpretarea critică a reveriilor delirante”. Astfel, imaginile pe care pictorul încearcă să le fixeze pe pânză derivă din agitaţia tulbure a inconştientului (paranoia) şi reuşesc a căpăta formă numai datorită raţionalizării delirului (momentul critic). Din această metodă au rezultat imagini de o extraordinară fantezie până la stupefacţie. Tehnica adoptată este aceea a picturii din Renaştere, din care preia doar exactitatea desenului şi cromatismul, nu însă măsura echilibrului formal. În picturile sale prevalează efecte iluzioniste şi o complexitate tematică care amintesc empfaza şi exuberanţa barocului iberic. Dali recurge la spaţii largi, în care include o mare cantitate de elemente -oameni, animale, obiecte – într-o combinaţie iraţională a raporturilor şi deformare a realităţii.

Aşa-zisul “delir comestibil” începe pe pământ catalan, mai exact pe faleza Capului Creuse, locul în care Dali îşi petrece copilăria şi unde continuă să meargă împreună cu Gala, soţia sa. Stâncile din această zonă aveau nenumărate forme, iar pescarii le denumeau după aspectul lor: cămila, călugărul, femeia moartă, capul de leu, etc. Influenţa mediului, împreună cu arhitectura mediteraneeană a lui Gaudi, ascuţită şi morbidă în acelaşi timp, l-au făcut pe Dali să se gândească la opoziţia formală, vitală şi erotică dintre dur şi morbid pe care o redă în tabloul “Ceasurile moi”. Povestea acestui tablou, pe care mai târziu Julien Levy îl va numi “Persistenţa memoriei”, reprezintă traseul ambivalent al personalităţii lui Dali, care oscilează permanent între masca exterioară dură, afişată în societate, şi sensibilitatea interioară protejată de iubita Gala.

Există speculaţii conform cărora sursa de inspiraţie a acestui tablou bizar a fost însăşi Teoria Relativităţii a lui Albert Einstein. Pictura ce se găseşte la Muzeul de Artă Modernă din New York a introdus imaginea ceasului de buzunar “moale, care se topeşte”, într-un peisaj foarte sever, această imagine condensând teoria lui Dali de “moliciune” şi “duritate”. Deşi unii au presupus că ceasurile moi simbolizează relativitatea spaţiului şi a timpului, Dali a afirmat că aceste ceasuri nu sunt inspirate de Teoria Relativităţii, ci de percepţia suprarealistă a brânzei Camembert care se topeşte la soare:

“În ziua în care m-am hotărât să pictez ceasuri, le-am pictat moi. Într-o seară mă simţeam obosit şi mă durea capul. Voiam să mergem la cinema cu câţiva prieteni, însă în ultimul moment am hotărât să rămân acasă. Gala a ieşit, iar eu mă gândeam să mă bag în pat. După cină mâncasem camembert şi imediat ce au plecat musafirii eu am mai rămas la masă, gândindu-mă la problema filosofică a “moliciunii” acelui tip de brânză. M-am ridicat, m-am dus în atelier şi, ca de obicei, am aprins lumina pentru a mai arunca o privire la tabloul la care lucram. Ştiam că atmosfera pe care am reuşit să o redau în acel tablou trebuia să fie fundalul unei idei, dar nu ştiam care. Voiam să sting lumina, când, dintr-odată, “am văzut” soluţia. Am văzut două ceasuri moi,unul dintre ele atârnând de creanga măslinului. În ciuda faptului că mă durea capul îngrozitor, am început să pictez. Când s-a întors Gala, după două ore, tabloul, care va deveni unul dintre cele mai faimoase, era gata.” Totul a plecat de la influenţa mediului, de la o bucată de brânză “descompusă”, de la un obiect comestibil, care devine metafora aspectului psihologic al timpului.

Inspirat de relaţia dintre vis şi realitate, Dali numea “Persistenţa memoriei” “o fotografie dintr-un vis, pictată de mână”, la baza căreia au stat viziunile avute în timpul halucinaţiilor psihotice auto-induse. Dali a reuşit adesea să se plaseze chiar şi în centrul celor mai sinistre viziuni: capul distorsionat din această pictură reţine trăsăturile figurii artistului (se presupune că are forma unei pietre găsite de pictor pe plajă), iar stâncile aurii de pe fundal evocă peisajul de coastă din Catalonia natală. Un obiect inanimat transformat într-un cap uman e un exemplu de asociere subconştientă pe care artistul a căutat să o exprime în opera să.

În stânga jos se află un ceas de buzunar din bronz, neafectat de căldura soarelui, ci atacat de un roi de furnici ce se îngrămădesc în mijloc, ca şi cum s-ar hrăni din suprafaţa lucioasă. Furnicile sunt o metaforă a decăderii, ca şi în filmul “Câinele andaluz”. Furnicile nu sunt singurul simbol al distrugerii. Cum Dali cunoştea teoriile relativităţii enunţate de Einstein, apare ipoteza că ceasurile topite simbolizează distorsiunea timpului sub forţa gravitaţiei, ca o metaforă pentru ameninţarea războiului din anii ’30. Copacul golaş din stânga aminteşte de arborele lui Goya din gravurile “Dezastrele războiului”, în care apare înfipt un cap.

Nuanţele de galben şi albastru ce domină peisajul capătă, sub pensula lui Dali, un aer sinistru, aproape bolnav. Provocând convenţiile, Dali plasează zona cea mai luminoasă a tabloului în depărtare, pe linia coastei, un truc pentru a îndepărta privirea de la obiectele deformate din prim-plan. Aceste tonuri dau impresia unei umbre puternice, care acaparează partea de jos a pânzei. Aici se află şi acea formă distorsionată asemănătoare unei fete omeneşti, de culoare palidă, cu nuanţe de albastru, ca o bucată de carne moartă, impresie întărită şi prin nuanţele de ocru care o înconjoară.

Una dintre cele mai reprezentative creaţii suprarealiste din toate timpurile, lucrarea de artă “Persistenţa memoriei”, care avea să devină pentru Salvador Dali una din cele mai importante lucrări ale sale, dacă nu chiar cea mai importantă, a creat intrigi şi controverse în lumea anilor 30’, 40’, şi chiar mult după aceea, şocând prin elementele sale excentrice şi forma lor neobişnuită, impresionând prin tehnică şi perspectivă şi fascinând iubitorii de artă de pretutindeni.

Surse:

http://www.picturicelebre.ro/

http://quanticanarchy.blogspot.ro/

http://www.scribd.com/

http://turism.bzi.ro/

http://www.roportal.ro/

http://www.avocatnet.ro/

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Tudor Arghezi – Ceasul de-apoi

În cer, Bate ora de bronz şi de fier. Într-o stea Bătu ora de catifea. Ora de pâslă bate În turla din cetate. În ora de lână Se-aude vremea bătrână Şi se sfâşie Ora de hârtie. Lângă domnescul epitaf Bate glasul orei de praf.

Aznoapte, soră, N-a mai bătut nici-o oră.

Alexandru Macedonski – Rondelul orelor

Omnia vulnerant, ultima necat

Pe rand orice ore ranesc,

Iar ultima vecinic omoara… –

Tot sufletul mi-este o vioara

Ce plange duios ca traiesc.

Si nici nu mai cerc să zambesc

Când viata s-arata usoara. –

Pe rand orice ore ranesc,

Iar ultima vecinic omoara.

Oricata cereasca comoara

Ar fi intr-un lut omenesc,

Zvarlit de pe clipa ce zboara

Recade în iadul obstesc;-

Pe rand orice ore ranesc.

Ion Minulescu – Ultima ora

La Circ…

Un accident banal –

Un acrobat,

Un salt mortal

Si…

Acrobatul nu s-a mai sculat…

Alamurile din orchestra au tacut,

Iar clovnii din arena au tipat…

Dar publicul din staluri n-a crezut

Ca poate fi si-un accident adevarat

Si-a fluierat…

Zadarnic –

Mortul n-a mai inviat…

Pacat de el!…

Era un tinar acrobat frumos,

Cu corpul tatuat de sus si pina jos,

De care publicul se minuna,

Cind il vedea-ndoit ca un inel,

Sau cind pe bara fixa se-nvirtea

Ca o morisca de cafea

Cu balerina linga el!…

Dar balerina nu-l iubea!…

Povestea lui?

Hm!…

Povestea mea –

A mea,

A ta

Si-a altora!…

Acelasi accident de circ banal…

O zi relache,

Si-apoi, la fel,

Cu-aceeasi balerina linga el,

Alt acrobat…

Alt salt mortal!…

Materiale date sunt propuse de către de Carolina Dodu-Savca.

Conceptul de organizare și desfășurare a acestui atelier de lectură, la fel.

Conceptul de decorare a spațiului, la fel, aparțin Carolinei Dodu-Savca (ea fiind și moderatoarea activității).

Veronika Dumnean Multumim d.n Carolina Dodu-Savca , d.n Liliana Juc .

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Lidia Kulikovski Impresionant! Spun doar din vazute pe FB, dar daca participam cred ca aș fi fost încântată! Plecăciuni, Liliana Juc! Deosebit! Elegant! Creativ! Data viitoare vin si eu!

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Filiala Târgovişte Vă așteptăm cu drag și nerăbdare!

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Veronika Dumnean Eu abia astept urmatoarea intâlnire! Multumim d.n Liliana Juc !!! Nici nu imi gasesc cuvintele…sunteti pur si simplu Extraordinara!

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Liliana Juc „Abia aștept următoarea întâlnire”, – este cea mai mare apreciere, dragă Veronika! Cu multă recunoștință!

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Biblioterapie. Eco lectură: „Ora 25” de Virgil Gheorghiu. “Persistenţa memoriei”, Salvador Dali, 1931, ulei pe pânză. Muzeul de Artă Modernă din New York…

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