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شروط النهضة مالك بن نبي وسيحمل النسيم االذي يمر الآن البذور التي تنثرها يداك.. بعيداً عن ظلك ولكن شمس المثالية ستتابع سيرها دون تراجع، وستعلن قريبا ً انتصار الفكرة، وانهيار الأصنام، كما حدث يوم تحطم "هُبل" في الكعبة لقد أصبحنا لا نتكلم إلا عن حقوقنا المهضومة، ونسينا الواجبات، ونسينا أن مشكلتنا ليست فيما نستحق من رغائب، بل فيما يسودنا من عادات. وما يراودنا من أفكار. وفي تصوراتنا الاجتماعية، بما فيها من قيم الجمال والأخلاق. وما فيها أيضاً من نقائص تعتري كل شعب نائم. "أشد ما أثر في حياتي نصيحة سمعتها من أبي: يا بني إقرأ القرآن كأنه أنزل عليك" ~إقبال  وهكذا لا يتاح لحضارة في بدئها رأسمال إلا ذلك الرجل البسيط الذي تحرك والتراب الذي يمده بقوته الزهيد، حتى يصل إلى هدفه، والوقت اللازم لوصوله. وكل ما عدا ذلك من قصور شامخات ومن جامعات وطائرات ليس إلا من المكتسبات لا من العناصر الأولية. والمجتمع الإنساني يمكنه أن يستغني وقتا ما عن مكتسبات الحضارة ولكنه لا يمكنه أن يتنازل عن هذه العناصر الثلاثة التي تمثل ثروته الأولية دون أن يتنازل في الوقت نفسه عن جوهر حياته الا...

 Crime and Punishment  Fyodor Dostoevsky   What do people fear most? A new step, a new word of their own     But soon he seemed to sink deep in thought, or even, to be more precise, into a kind of trance, and he walked on without noticing his surroundings, nor indeed wishing to notice them.     "They've got used to it. Had a little cry and got used to it. There's nothing human scum can't get used to!" He sank into thought. "But if that's not true," he suddenly exclaimed without meaning to, "if man isn't actually a scoundrel, isn't actually scum, the whole human race, I mean, then all else is new preconception, just fears that have been foisted upon us, and there are no barriers, and that's exactly how it should be!'     Life be hanged, so long as our precious loved ones are happy     He taunted and tortured himself with such questions, and even found some pleasure in doing so. These questions were not new, though, and ...

  Paradise Abudlrazak Gurnah   He wept for his mother and father when he could. At times he panicked at the thought that their images were turning faint in his recollection. The sound of their voices or a particular quality they possessed - his mother's laughter, his father's reluctant grin - came back to reassure him. It was not that he pined for them, and in any case he did so less and less with each accumulating moment, rather that his separation from them was the most memorable event of his existence. So he dwelt on it, and was saddened by his loss. He thought of things he should have known about them or could have asked them. The bitter fights which had frightened him. The names of the two boys who had drowned after leaving Bagamoyo. Names of trees. If only he had thought to ask them about such things perhaps he might not have felt so ignorant and so dangerously adrift from everything.