Holy Spirit Speaks

Human or inhuman ? / When Will The Killing Stop.


Since Cain killed his brother Abel .

The killing in the world never stopped.

Alexander the great , Genghis Khan and,

Other invaders conquered the world many times.

Endless wars annihilated historic civilizations.

Ruthless dictators enslaved people with the sword.

two world wars , the Korean war , the Vietnam war,

Through the muddles East millions were deceased .

Tears and mourning never stopped , sorrows thrived.

mankind have build nuclear bombs that can obliterate

Our plant earth over 10,000 times , for sure no one won.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh-http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

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Live life as if everything is rigged in your favor. . . Hayatı herşeyin senin arzun istikametinde oluyormuş gibi yaşa ― Jalaluddin Rumi.


It is the duty of the believing human being to love people, to love good for them, and to love to benefit them. This is a sign of faith in the human being.

You will not enter paradise until you have faith. and you will not complete your faith until you love one another.

Birbirinizi sevmedikçe iman etmiş olamazsınız ve iman etmedikçe cennete giremezsiniz.

(Holy Prophet Muhummad – peace be upon him)

Friendship is a living thing that lasts only as long as it is nourished with kindness, empathy and understanding.

May Allah swt bless us with His Love, Mercy and forgiveness.

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Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel


Part 17:
In The Beginning:
I have neglected to mention some “moments of beauty” that entered my life at this time. These “moments” can also be found in a memoir by George Simenon, who described how much pleasure it had been serving as an altar boy for mass sung in a convent school. His experience was very similar to mine, but I would wager that mine was more intense, especially in winter. From grades eight to ten I would get up every weekday morning to serve at the six o’clock mass in the convent. In winter a slog for a mile through knee-deep snow was de rigour in order to reach the chapel. On arrival I would feel cold and exhausted. It was then that I suspect I came as close, as I ever will, to heaven. My heaven stemmed from the dreamy state that I entered into, as my…

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