Oh Mother ❤️ Ya Ummi ❤️ Oh Mutter ❤️ O Madre ❤️ Annem ❤️




How can I not love my mother — when she carried me first in her body, then in her arms, and then for a lifetime in her heart.

Annemi nasıl sevmem ki — beni bir müddet cisminde, bir müddet kollarında, ömür boyu yüreğinde taşıyor.

Mulla Jami (Molla Cami)


Abu Hurairah (radiallahu anh) reported:A person came to Messenger of Allah (salallahu ‘alayhi wasallam) and asked, “Who among people is most deserving of my fine treatment?” He (salallahu ‘alayhi wasallam) said, “Your mother.” He again asked, `Who next?’ ‘Your mother‘, the Prophet (salallahu ‘alayhi wasallam) replied again. He asked, “Who next?” He (the Prophet (salallahu ‘alayhi wasallam) said again, “Your mother.” He again asked, “Then who?” Thereupon he (salallahu ‘alayhi wasallam) said, ‘Then your Father.”

Abu Huraira, radiallahu ‘anhu, berichtete, dass ein Mann zum Gesandten Allahs, sallallahu ‘aleihi wa sallam, kam und fragte:”Oh Gesandter Allahs, wer von den Menschen ist am meisten…

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Vivaldi browser’s latest features include “fast forward and rewind”


Ordinarily I wouldn’t be writing multiple stories about technical previews of a new browser, but Jon von Tetzchner’s new Vivaldi keeps coming up with surprises even before it hits the beta stage.

Vivaldi’s second technical preview, released Thursday, adds expected features such as bookmarks, but it also includes new ideas such as “fast forward and rewind”. The fast forward feature acts as a navigational aid for jumping to the most logical next page – the next search result or forum thread page, or the next photo in a gallery. Fast rewind takes you back to the first page you visited on the site you’re reading.

The Opera founder’s new power browser is also gaining features that could well endear it to various niches. For those on slow or costly connections, there’s control over whether pages should load images or not, or only show cached images. For those surfing without…

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Winter stroll on the Boardwalk by Keith Alfier (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

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PHOTOGRAPH: “Winter stroll on the Boardwalk” (Ocean Grove, New Jersey) by Keith Alfier.

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ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER: Keith Alfier works as a mechanical designer and divides his time between New Jersey and Germany, where he seeks through photography to capture the passing world. His work has appeared previously in San Pedro River Review.

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Live for the Weekend?

Storytime with John

“I can’t wait for the weekend!” says some tiresome, but probably well meaning person in your workplace…shame it’s only Tuesday – and the drab countdown to allotted free time will now drag even longer than usual…


Why do they do it? Is life really that shit, that you want to tick bits off like it’s a jail sentence you can’t wait to be over? 

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. But I hate this idea of, “living for the weekend.” It’s not that I don’t get it (I really do!), it’s just that I feel this means your’e only finding worth in two measly days out of seven. If I was better at maths, I’d work out the percentage of life you are missing out on thanks to this perspective, but I’m not so I won’t – let’s just all agree on a lot. 

My situation is good 

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Making Progress


It took a tough lesson that drove home to me the importance of following recipes while baking.  That looking squint eyed at a 1 kg bag of flour and dumping in approximately a third of it before dousing it in the wet ingredients does not necessarily produce a good, or even vaguely edible, cookie.  That forgetting to sieve the flour, then quickly losing patience while working the lumps out of batter, is a sure fire way to incite the wrath of the cake gods.

My first cake was born of the oven in the small, rented apartment that my family lived in as new immigrants to Australia.  Indian kitchens, traditionally, do not have ovens.  The only home-made cake I had tasted was the one that my mum used to make in the jaffle maker, the one she had excitedly purchased after attending a demonstration at a neighbour’s place.  She would follow…

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Where I Return by Despina Karvounis (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

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Where I Return
by Despina Karvounis

wild peach blossoms visit once a year
in announcing the hope of spring

legends awake in baseballs fields
once covered with trees

kids laughter at parks rekindling
willful pride in freshly cut lawns

picket fences and slanted roofs
a welcoming smile . . .

there are no strangers here, all
have, blended in friendly greetings

The tree at the backyard has assumed
the pose of a philosopher

climbing ivy snuggles it tight
it dresses the branches remaining

faithful, when leaves in red and gold
adorn the ground bright

winter frost paints it all a dreamland
in ambiance of white stillness

at first it may seem just, and only a place
just like, any other place under the stars

But, I, anew, I, where . . . A place
a heart within me enchanted.

IMAGE: “Springtime on Long Island” by Dora Sofia Caputo. Prints…

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Dinosaur by Kyle Hemmings (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

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PHOTOGRAPH: “Dinosaur” (East Third Street, Manhattan, New York City, December 2014) by Kyle Hemmings.

ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER: Kyle Hemmings has artwork in The Stray Branch, Euphenism, Uppagus, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Black Market Lit, Red Bird Press, Snapping Twigs, and upcoming work in Convergence. He loves pre-punk garage bands of the 60s, Manga comics, and urban photography/art.

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Guntherska Hovkonditori: Best Semlor in Uppsala?

In Sweden, fierce competition exists between bakeries on Fat Tuesday (Fettisdag) as taste-testers embark on a long, tiresome journey to find the best semla in the city. The votes were cast, the results rolled in – and yesterday, I decided to learn for myself what made Guntherska Hovkonditori’s semlor the Best of Uppsala.

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