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Azhar Usman is a true original and will laugh the hate right out of you. By Louie Anderson Usman Azhar True Original Laugh

Brothers Karamazov By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Karamazov Brothers

Homeland of patience, land of the Russian people. By Fyodor Tyutchev Russian Homeland Patience Land People

The Earth, its life I am, hozhoni, hozhoni. By Aileen O'bryan Hozhoni Earth Life

Suddenly, despite all the fun she'd had, Azzah felt down. Watching the champagne bubbles sparkle and fizz in her glass, she realized by tomorrow all the bubbles would be gone, and she'd have to go back to her flat, dull, fizz-less life. By Christian F. Burton Azzah Suddenly Fun Felt Dull

Childhood is bound like the Gordian knot with my memories of the Black Sea, and I still feel its waters welling up within me today. Sometimes these waters are leaden, as grey as the military ships that sail on their curved expanses, and sometimes they are blue as pigmented cobalt. Then would come dusk, when I would sit and watch the seabirds waver to shore, flitting from open waters to the quiet empty vastlands in darkening spaces behind me, the same birds Ovid once saw during his exile, perhaps; and the same waters the Argonauts crossed searching for the fleece of renewal.And out in the distance, invisible, the towering heights of Caucasus, where once-bright memories of the fire-thief have transmuted into something weird and many-faceted, and beyond these, pitch-black Karabakh in dolorous Armenia. By Paul Christensen Waters Sea Gordian Black Childhood

The few surviving Armenians no longer ask to go home. They do not ask for restitution. They ask simply to have the memory of their obliteration acknowledged. It is a moral obsession, the lonely legacy passed onto the third and fourth generation who no longer speak Armenian but who carry within them the seeds of resentment that will not be quashed. By Chris Hedges Home Surviving Longer Armenians Armenian

Eshgham, a term of endearment meaning my love By Soroosh Shahrivar Eshgham Love Term Endearment Meaning

ZEN is MEDITATION. ARCHY is Social Order. ZENARCHY is the Social Order which springs from Meditation. As a doctrine, it holds Universal Enlightenment a prerequisite to abolition of the State, after which a State will inevitably vanish. Or - that failing - nobody will give a damn. By Kerry Thornley Zen Meditation Social Order State

Hei! Aa-shanta 'nygh! You are off! Send back earth's gods to their haunts on unknown Kadath, and pray to all space that you may never meet me in my thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. By H.p. Lovecraft Hei Aashanta Nygh Kadath Farewell

A genial and cultured Arab, Ameen Rihani, whose English is perfect and whose eloquence is astounding. He will discuss with equal eagerness and knowledge the merits of Picasso or Van Gogh, or the Zionist question, or the British achievements in Arabia. By Kenneth Williams Arab Ameen Rihani English Astounding

Persian pussy from over the sea demure and lazy and smug and fat none of your ribbons and bells for me ours is the zest of the alley cat By Don Marquis Persian Cat Pussy Sea Demure

But Mithgar ... Mithgar is yet wild, tempestuous, unkept, savage, turbulent, exciting. We come here to feel alive. By Dennis L. Mckiernan Mithgar Tempestuous Unkept Savage Turbulent

The minutes dragged by, and a hush fell over the village. This was the time Azzie loved best, the minutes approaching midnight, when the complexition of the world changed, when the sanctities of evening are forgotten, and the saving grace of dawn was still far away. It was in these hours, between midnight and dawn, that evil always felt most at peace with itself, most experimental, most in need of strangeness and sin, most in need of producing the ever-pervading perversions which needed constant renewal, and the doing of which was a delight to the evil soul. By Roger Zelazny Minutes Village Dragged Hush Fell

Kahlan guide me. Kahlan teach me. Kahlan protect me. In your light I thrive. In your mercy I am sheltered. In your wisdom I am humbled. I live only to love you. My life is yours. By Terry Goodkind Kahlan Guide Teach Thrive Sheltered

When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter - to quit paradise for earth - heaven for hell! Taste the hashish, guest of mine - taste the hashish. By Alexandre Dumas Neapolitan Lapland Taste Hashish World

Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home. By Elizabeth Hunter Ubi Amo Ibi Patria Love

There is an abundance of ancient place names in the Ukraine and Poland, which derive from 'Khazar' or 'Zhid' (Jew). By Arthur Koestler Khazar Zhid Jew Poland Ukraine

Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth! By Winifred Holtby Conversational Careless Budapesth Gay Lovely

What is it ye have there, Murtagh? By Diana Gabaldon Murtagh

Melisandre: I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only snow. By George R R Martin Melisandre Ahai Azor Rhllor Snow

Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You By Ilona Andrews Mishmar Omaha Destroyed Vampires Father

What I observed in western Azerbaijan, among the small portion of the nearly one million Azerbaijanis who were displaced by the conflict in Nagorno-Karabakh two decades ago, are a people who are aching to return to their homes. By Ed Kashi Azerbaijan Azerbaijanis Ago Homes Observed

One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she'd died. I'd fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. the angels weren't supposed to feel emotions, but they were all weeping. All of them. Their tear stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone. Azrael was the only one of then who came to me, knelt in front of me and took her from my arms. He was the angel of death come to carry his sister home. I din't want to give her up, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw her face. I had died on that wretched hill with her. By Courtney Allison Moulton Har Megiddo Sat Holding Close

Get us into Azmodea. (Jericho)Why in the name of smelly feet would you want to go there again?! (Asmodeus) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Azmodea Jericho Asmodeus Smelly Feet

Into these pavilions he admitted the elect, and there, says Marco Polo, gave them to eat a certain herb, which transported them to Paradise, in the midst of ever-blooming shrubs, ever-ripe fruit, and ever-lovely virgins. What these happy persons took for reality was but a dream; but it was a dream so soft, so voluptuous, so enthralling, that they sold themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them, and obedient to his orders as to those of a deity, struck down the designated victim, died in torture without a murmur, believing that the death they underwent was but a quick transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb, now before you, had given them a slight foretaste." "Then," cried Franz, "it is hashish! I know that - by name at least. By Alexandre Dumas Polo Paradise Marco Herb Gave

At Azzam's funeral, days later, a brokenhearted Zindani tried to hold the movement together. Standing before hundreds of mourners on a hill outside Peshawar, he made an impassioned plea, his voice rising and falling in the microphone, as he praised Azzam's ability to reconcile different factions and called for unity now that Azzam was gone. But Zindani couldn't replace Azzam. No one could. By Gregory D. Johnsen Azzam Zindani Funeral Days Peshawar

To the traveller imbued with a feeling for the historical and poetical, so inseparately interwined in the annals of romantic Spain, the Alhambra is a much an object of devotion as is the Caaba to all true Moslems. How many legends and traditions, true and fabulous, - how many songs and ballards, Arabian and Spanish, of love and war and chivalry, are associated with this Oriental pile! By Washington Irving Spain Moslems Alhambra Caaba Poetical

Moslem conquest. By Charles E. Chapman Moslem Conquest

Agapa Know what that is? By Frank Corso Agapa

The author was told by Fahir Iz that, during his military service in the neighbourhood of Erzurum just before the Second World War, he had got into conversation with a shepherd, whom he shocked by using the words 'Biz Torkler' (We Turks). 'Estagfurullah!' was the reply, 'Ben Torkiim, zat-i aliniz Osmanlismrz' (Lord have mercy! I'm a Turk; Your Excellency is an Ottoman). By Geoffrey Lewis War Biz Torkler Fahir Erzurum

For you, a thousand times over(Bareh tu hazar dafa) By Khaled Hosseini Bareh Dafa Thousand Times Hazar

Now he realized ... now he knew why the Empire had survived because of the game; Azad itself simply produced an insatiable desire for more victories, more power, more territory, more dominance ... By Iain M. Banks Realized Azad Empire Game Victories

The Shat-el-Arab is a noble river or estuary. From both its Persian and Turkish shores, however, mountains have disappeared, and dark forests of date palms intersected by canals fringe its margin heavily, and extend to some distance inland. By Isabella Bird Estuary Noble River Persian Turkish

Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique. By Ruta Sepetys Krasivaya Unique Beautiful Strength

Shah is a kind of magic word with the Persian people. By Mohammed Reza Pahlavi Persian Shah People Kind Magic

Afghanistan's barren, ragged desolation moaned a long dirge of ancient wonder, the earth's broken features ready to receive fallen horsemen, the lost traveller, and all the butchered tribes. By Zia Haider Rahman Afghanistan Barren Ragged Horsemen Traveller

An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love. By Saint Columba Iona Chridhe Ghraidh Desire Love

Wotan of Walhalla, By Joan Wehlen Morrison Walhalla Wotan

My name is Zia Rashid. By Rick Riordan Rashid Zia

I have been a refugee for the last forty years in the luminous land of opportunity. Still my heart is aching with hiraeth for my native land. By Debasish Mridha Opportunity Land Refugee Forty Years

This is Tehran for me: its absences were more real than its presences By Azar Nafisi Tehran Presences Absences Real

I plan to march to the ends of the world and the Great Outer Sea," the young King said, his mismatched eyes shining with certainty. "And it's Al-ex-an-der." He smiled. "You Persians always butcher my name. By Kat Ross Sea Great Outer King Certainty

Howay yabastaaz I'll t-t-take the f-f-fuckin lorrayaz! Am fuckin al reet me man. Why aye! By Tony Benn Lorrayaz Howay Yabastaaz Man Aye

Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! By John Newton Zion God Glorious Spoken City

Zhvania was the general secretary of the organisation which I founded, the Citizens' Union. It was the biggest organisation and came first in all elections, and Zhvania was the leader. By Eduard Shevardnadze Union Citizens Zhvania Founded Organisation

Holy Istanbul! Your name is the most enchanting one of all names which enchants me. By Pierre Loti Istanbul Holy Enchanting Enchants

The Ainu youth came upon a band of Ainu hunters passing through the area. "What is this area called?" he asked them."Do you really think this asshole of a terrain even deserves a name?" they replied. By Haruki Murakami Ainu Area Youth Band Hunters

Zhian rages about a bit longer, cracking trees and whipping up whirlwinds of dust. Then, at last, he assembles himself, taking the form of an enormous, human-like figure, nine feet tall with hooves and horns. It's one of his favorite forms, modeled closely after his father. He wears only a leopard-skin loincloth, and his chest swells with muscle and pride. In his hands is a long chain, from which dangles a spiked morning star. Curl-of-the-Tiger's-Tail, he purrs, his black eyes glittering. Smoke-on-the-Wind. Girl-Who-Gives-the-Stars-Away. You have chosen a beautiful form. Subtle, but desirable. By Jessica Khoury Zhian Longer Cracking Dust Rages

To see the Persia of poets and painters, hiding in plain sight behind the much-maligned Iran of our newspaper headlines, would be my fondest wish. By Pico Iyer Persia Iran Painters Hiding Headlines

though. Our Azadian friends are always rather nonplussed by our lack of a flag or a symbol, and the Culture rep here - you'll meet him tonight if he remembers to turn up - thought it was a pity there was no Culture anthem for bands to play when our people come here, so he whistled them the first song that came into his head, and they've been playing that at receptions and ceremonies for the last eight years." "I thought I recognized one of the tunes they played," Gurgeh admitted. The drone pushed his arms up and made some more adjustments. "Yes, but the first song that came into the guy's head was 'Lick Me Out'; have you heard the lyrics?" "Ah." Gurgeh grinned. "That song. Yes, that could be awkward." "Damn right. If they find out they'll probably declare war. Usual Contact snafu. By Iain M. Banks Culture Song Gurgeh Thought Azadian

Deliver us, O Allah, from the Sea of Names. By Ibn Arabi Allah Sea Deliver

Armenia categorically rejects the resumption of military hostilities in Nagorno Karabakh as an option. In case Azerbaijan resorts to military aggression, Armenia will have no other choice but to recognize the Nagorno Karabakh Republic de jure and to employ all its capabilities to ensure the security of the people of Artsakh. By Serzh Sargsyan Nagorno Karabakh Armenia Option Military

Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace. By Tacitus Solitudinem Appellant Faciunt Pacem Peace

Her name, said the Oracle, will this time be Ama, a female that sleeps in every one of us, Yin of Creation, a wisdom guide that with her purity extinguishes thirst for spiritual longings. She is the one that stands on a crescent moon with stars in her hair, pouring water from jars of her soul into lakes of emotions, awakening compassion for humankind and its Chaos, nourishing Earth and Her constant renewal. By Natasa Nuit Pantovic Oracle Ama Yin Creation Longings

Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat? By Edward Lear Swat Akhond

Azhrarn the Beautiful," said Chuz lovingly, "it is your beautiful madness I have come to see. By Tanith Lee Beautiful Chuz Azhrarn Lovingly Madness

Subhan'Allah. It is in the process of 'losing' that we are given. By Yasmin Mogahed Subhanallah Losing Process

A waste land lit by holy candles. By Sean O'casey Candles Waste Land Lit Holy

Darius Goes West. By Donald Miller West Darius

He looked like the devil. His skin ruddy, his eyes a glowing yellow. Jet black hair slicked back on his head hung to his shoulders. But the demons didn't call him Devil, or Satan, or even Lucifer. They called him ... Azazel. By Michelle K. Pickett Devil Looked Satan Lucifer Ruddy

Zhadi. Of admirers and foes, she had plenty. They said she By Elif Shafak Zhadi Foes Plenty Admirers

Its like you said? i lead my people-" forth!" zifnab carried on enthusiastically! " out of eygpt! out of bondage! across the desert! pillar of fire-" desert?" lenthan looked anxious again. "fire? i thought we were going to the stars!" sorry. wrong script" zifnab said By Margaret Weis Zifnab Desert Fire People Enthusiastically

lagophthalmos - a By John Connolly Lagophthalmos

The Tale of Hammad the Badawi. By Anonymous Badawi Tale Hammad

You are insistent, calling again. You want me to tell you the story of Scheherazade, who rocks the sad king on her knees as she sings him tales from wonderland. Yet you know that I am not Scheherazade, and that one of the world's greatest wonders is that I am unable to enter my country or pass through the region around it. By Liana Badr Scheherazade Insistent Calling Wonderland Story

Mistah Kurtz--he dead. By Joseph Conrad Kurtz Mistah Dead

Return to Shaoshan I regret the passing, the dying, of the vague dream: my native orchards thirty-two years ago. Yet red banners roused the serfs, who seized three-pronged lances when the warlords raised whips in their black hands. We were brave and sacrifice was easy and we asked the sun, the moon, to alter the sky. Now I see a thousand waves of beans and rice and am happy. In the evening haze heroes are coming home. By Mao Zedong Shaoshan Return Passing Dying Dream

Azazel is also listed as one of the Watchers, angelic creatures from the Book of Enoch, a text no longer canonical under any large Christian faith. These Watchers were not expelled from Paradise, but were punished by god for having children with humans, and teaching them science, technology, and other crafts. Azazel in particular taught humans how to make weapons, as well as ornaments and cosmetics. Other Watchers taught them how to write and make paper, how to read signs and predict the weather, and how to study the heavens with astrology. By Anonymous Enoch Watchers Book Christian Azazel

Food of Acheron. (Grave.)[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.] By Plautus Acheron Grave Lat Food Pabulum

ardor which is tapas; the name Indra By Roberto Calasso Indra Ardor Tapas

In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! By James Joyce Allmaziful Everliving Plurabilities Annah Bringer

Chaos and ancient Night, I come no spy,With purpose to explore or to disturbThe secrets of your realm, but by constraint Wand'Ring this darksome desert, as my wayLies through your spacious empire up to light,Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seekWhat readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King Possesses lately, thither to arriveI travel this profound, direct my course; Directed no mean recompence it brings To your behoof, if I that Region lost, All usurpation then expelled, reduce To her original darkness and your sway (Which is my present journey) and once moreErect the Standard there of ancient Night; Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.970-987 By John Milton Night Lost Ancient Heavn Ethereal

Artillery raining fire on his tiny village Jabla on the Line of Control (LoC). War has numbed him, so has devastation. Yet nothing had prepared him for the havoc of Saturday morning. He was taking a nap, having had his pre-dawn Ramzan meal. At first there By Anonymous Control Loc Jabla Line Artillery

In the Middle East, bread is so essential to everyday life that word for it in Egyptian Arabic is aish, which means life. It's always been the staple grain. But the predicament is that the Fertile Crescent, where wheat cultivation began, has now become the part of the world most dependent on imported wheat. By Annia Ciezadlo East Life Middle Egyptian Arabic

ADIAPHORY (ADIA'PHORY) n.s.[Gr.]Neutrality; indifference. By Samuel Johnson Adiaphory Neutrality Adiaphory Indifference

Rememberatorium), By Robert Sheckley Rememberatorium

Arrakis is a one-crop planet," his father said. "One crop. It supports a ruling class that lives as ruling classes have lived in all times while, beneath them, a semihuman mass of semislaves exists on the leavings. It's the masses and the leavings that occupy our attention. These are far more valuable than has ever been suspected. By Frank Herbert Arrakis Planet Onecrop Father Leavings

Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles, By William Gibson Nighttown Sky Pit Teks Inverted

It is simply in the nature of Armenian to study, to learn, to question, to speculate, to discover, to invent, to revise, to restore, to preserve, to make, and to give. By William, Saroyan Armenian Study Learn Question Speculate

Shahara-""Zzzt," she said, holding her hand up. "Wasting time here. I won't even hear it. You go. I go. It's my sister's life on the line and I out-shoot and am pretty sure I outfight you, too." "I think we came up pretty even on that score." "But I am the better shot." He gave her a grudging glare. "I concede. However, I think I can take you when I'm sober." She took the bottle out of his hand. "Good. I'm going to throw this out." "Uh!" He reached for it. Shahara danced away from him and had the bottle upside down in the sink before he could catch her. He tried to get it out of her hands, but it was too late. "You are an evil, mean woman."-Syn & Shahara By Sherrilyn Kenyon Zzzt Shahara Holding Wasting Hand

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Alph Xanadu Kubla Decree River

Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu:All our dream-worlds may come true.Fairy lands are fearsome too.As I wander far from viewRead, and bring me home to you. By Salman Rushdie Zenda Xanadu Zembla Viewread Dreamworlds

Brandy, which is fallen and accursed wine, as devils are fallen and accursed angels ... ("The Wondersmith") By Fitz-James O'brien Brandy Fallen Accursed Wine Angels

The bravery shown by Azza Suleiman who dared to stand up for another woman who was being beaten, and paid a heavy price in doing so, is both awe-inspiring and humbling. By Vivienne Westwood Azza Suleiman Beaten Humbling Bravery

We must thank the Islamic Republic for making us rediscover and even covet all these things we took for granted: one could write a paper on the pleasure of eating a ham sandwich. And I said, Oh, the things we have to be thankful for! And that memorable day was the beginning of our detailing our long list of debts to the Islamic Republic: parties, eating ice cream in public, falling in love, holding hands, wearing lipstick, laughing in public and reading Lolita in Tehran. By Azar Nafisi Islamic Republic Things Granted Sandwich

Zazen is seated meditation-the opposite of contemplation-the emptying of the mind of all thoughts in order simply to be. In the midst of all evil, not a thought is aroused in the mind-this is called za. Seeing into one's Self-nature, not being moved at all-this is called Zen. By Huineng Zazen Seated Meditationthe Opposite Contemplationthe

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers. By John Milton Pandemonium Satan Peers High Capital

The gusty wind Khazri swept through Baku, scouring every crevice, leaving behind air so pristine that it sparkled in the ginger sun like my mama's favorite crystal vase. By Ella Leya Baku Khazri Scouring Crevice Leaving

Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart. By Leigh Bardugo Yuyeh Sesh Heart Despise Weh

Are an Armenian," says the Turk with the handgun. "I am." "Where are you going?" "Damascus." "Why?" "My sister lives there." "What do you do?" "I'm an engineer. I'm working on the Baghdad Railway - the spur from Aleppo to Nusaybin." "The British have captured Nasiriyah." "I hadn't heard that." He nods. "Had you heard that an Armenian murdered a Turkish By Chris Bohjalian Turk Handgun Armenian Damascus Heard

It [Iranian Islamic Revolution] is perhaps the first great insurrection against global systems, the form of revolt that is the most modern and the most insane. By Michel Foucault Iranian Revolution Islamic Systems Insane

Kazakhstan is Mackinder's Heartland! By Robert D. Kaplan Heartland Mackinder Kazakhstan

Don't pe in te urry - don't. Will you pe take de odder pottle, or ave you pe got zober yet and come to your zenzes? By Edgar Allan Poe Urry Pottle Zenzes Odder Ave

Speaker, with mixed emotions we mark the 50th anniversary of the Turkish genocide of the Armenian people. In taking notice of the shocking events in 1915, we observe this anniversary with sorrow in recalling the massacres of Armenians and with pride in saluting those brave patriots who survived to fight on the side of freedom during World War I. By Gerald R. Ford Turkish Speaker People Anniversary Mixed

A salaam aleikum. The elderly Irishwoman has a foamy cloud of white hair and a zigzag cashmere poncho. You wouldn't cross her. By David Mitchell Aleikum Salaam Irishwoman Poncho Elderly

Maktub" (It is written.) By Paulo Coelho Maktub Written

Kalevala, whereas By Arthur C. Clarke Kalevala

As a king, I have specified 2 urns as my backdrop, I have drank a cold Islamic green from my goblet, I have surveyed the Moorish lanterns of Iberia, so that when I come to a stance, when I come to a wisely chosen acre of granite, I am on grounds of a new undistinguished bodily grain, a prophet increased by fore-shortened spells, by Persian miniature gladioli, roosting upon the blood of erupting lateral wheat. By Will Alexander Iberia Islamic Moorish Persian King

What is called zazen is sitting on a zafu [pillow] in a quiet room, absolutely still, in the exact and proper position and without uttering a word, the mind empty of any thought, good or wicked. It is continuing to sit peacefully, facing a wall, and nothing more. Every day. By Taisen Deshimaru Pillow Zafu Room Absolutely Word