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#Chechnya #kavkaz #Caucasus #chechen #islam #muslim #quran #holy quran #mujahid #war #martyr

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Svrzo’s House represents the lifestyle of an urban Muslim family in the late 18th and throughout the 19th century in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. // Sarajevo City Museum 

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Dagestan: the blacksmiths of the Caucasus.

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Once more a symphony of death resounds without cease, Humans and subhumans in a sea of fire and blood, Death is a deliverance from torture – longed for here at times, Grief sings slaughtered Love’s requlem. With pain in my soul I stand before an unseen threshold, A heavy wave of weariness strikes me down, Prayer alone ascends to Absolute God, Perhaps, through sincerity of intent He hears me. I have lived, loved, hated, experienced fear, So my turn has come to vanish into the dark, Memory of mine, don’t mourn me at my execution. In the twilight world no desire remains, The way is endless, and the way is endlessly sad, In the enigma of dance I whirl with my own death.

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Don't be so proud sinful because your parents are alive today, you wont have your parents by your side exept Adam and Eve. Don't be so proud sinful body, because you are dressed well today, you won't have your clothes exept your shroud. Don't be so proud my heart, because you have food and water today, you won't have food and water exept the black earth. Don't be so proud my heart, because this world is huge, even if this world is huge your grave will be narrow. Don't be so proud sinful body, because some one cares about you, no one will take care of you exept God who created us.

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Again the fires dance in the Caucasus mountains, My heart feels cold from the combination of lead and brass. My blood, caked on my lips I seized a stray bullet in my chest, laying under Argun. Our destiny will not be subject to the volence, that so many men thirst for, The power that the puny tsars have cheated. Mankind has committed itself to the truth, Therefore, I will stand by it, Blown into the flowers, by a the hot muzzle of a gun , I will give my life, to save that of my fatherland. I am an eagle; my trajectory, the bars of my imprisonment. The sky is our flag, and the pole is heights of granite. I will not give up on them - for they are my greatest destiny. The tyrant, the conqueror of peace. will be expelled There will be no remains of the unjustly gathered rats... He who made Chechnya fertile with ashes Shall never know the Grace of our Creator. Кадыр Туран

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About A Mirror "How wonderful it was, When you looked at me! Until by accident you broke me - Splintering and throwing me into the garden. Now, i have become infinitely multifaceted And reflective, under the Sun. Left fragmented and exposed. Mirroring the sun's luminescence. And I - I have lost some of myself, but, That's not to say i haven't gained something. Now, I see more of each small part of myself, Than i could possibly see before. And if I am - in the morning winds: In the grass, with stones, and pebbles, With the crisp, crystalline dew - If I am blinded - dreaming. If i am - it is of a glimpse of love, And if i am - it is of the degree of the heat. But the sky - it has chosen me. And so I shall share with them, The generosity of the Sun! Of the amaranth flesh and, The harpsichord squealing of bugs, Of the warmth simmering in my lap, The golden patches of clouds! I do not want to be destroyed, To waste the glimmer of others - Rather, i should become alive, like the grass, With rain and Sun absorbed by me, Propped up upon this evil omen. Oh my mirror, thank you! Everything on this earth, comes, with time, And you do not pass judgment. The wisdom comes to us, in the end, When, then, you don't really need it, And others can not appreciate it..." -Мушка Нагель

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