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)

Silver Birch Press

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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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