This is an early poem of mine, from way back in 1993. Overly romantic, but here it is: I am the hoard of words, the broken blackboard's face with bitter words of chalk. I am the heart's dove-tongue, surveyor of the sky that wrestled down my wings. And I once heard the song that was sung in the hills when the heart of the wind knew her name.
Peace be on you. On 11 November 2016, the World Head of the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community, the Fifth Khalifa, His Holiness, Hazrat Mirza Masroor Ahmad delivered the keynote address at the Calgary Peace Symposium, hosted by the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community in Canada. More than 800 people, including over 650 dignitaries and guests attended the event including Canada’s former Prime Minister, Right Honourable Stephen Harper, the Mayor of Calgary, Naheed Nenshi and Irfan Sabir, Provincial ...
Sometimes I wonder whether any people are interested in serious matters. Even with regard to the election of electors for Trump didn’t get people to look at the real issues. Instead, people are still worrying that he might carry out some of his campaign promises. Maybe it’s because so many people were surprised that Trump did so well on election day, but since then news and Facebook and other places have been filled with foolishness. Many people seem to think that Trump will completely destroy the ...
Alternative title: The Fountain of Doom The little chocolate fountain is something of a tradition. It amused us every year maybe in a similar way to the way the paper amused the baby. It’s something different that you can marvel at, is only for a few seconds. In recent years the fountain has been struggling. My uncle had over or under cooked the chocolate and last year it didn’t flow very well at all. I tried to get it to work with my chocolate expertise, agitate (stir) the ...
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