My Tribute To An Unknown School Teacher

By: Rajiv Sethi

Amarnath is a shrine of Lord Shiva and nestles deep in the Himalayas in the state of Kashmir in India. Its altitude is high – about sixteen thousand feet – and the shrine as well as ninety percent of the approach route is above the tree line. It's a barren and rocky landscape all the way and affords no shelter to man or beast. It's a real desert in the mountains.
Every year in the month of August the pilgrimage to Amarnath begins and thousands of people from every walk of life from all over India congregate in Jammu – the capital of Kashmir. From there the buses and coaches move in a convoy to Pahalgam under military escort as terrorist violence is an ever present danger.
From Pahalgam the pilgrims travel to Chandanwari and it's from here that the trek begins and takes about three to four days to the shrine.
In 1997 I booked myself on a coach, which was leaving Delhi for Pahalgam. I was listed to be picked up by the coach at four in the afternoon but due to a last minute snag I missed it. I had to rebook my self for the next one, which was leaving after three days.
The overnight journey to Jammu was uneventful and we reached there late morning the next day. There were about three hundred other coaches in the specially constructed parking area. We were to leave in a convoy the next morning.
It was a clear day with blue skies and bright sunshine. Around two in the afternoon the character of the sky changed and very dark clouds began to form. Around four it became so dark that lights had to be switched on. Then the rain began. I had never seen rains of such intensity. The downpour was extremely heavy and water fell in thick sheets. Very soon the visibility dropped to zero and the ground underneath turned to mud with the consistency of kneaded dough. It rained through the night and next day the parking area resembled a lake with water rising at places up to the height of coach wheels. It was difficult to step out to answer the call of nature, get drinking water or just to stretch our cramped limbs. The orderly parking had given way to a chaotic situation as the coach drivers tried to find higher ground.
The convoy was to begin forming at around six in the morning but the slushy ground made it a difficult task. The authorities found it impossible to herd this teeming mass of coaches in a straight line. It was still raining non-stop.
Around nine, the convoy finally took shape and slowly began to snake along the Jammu-Srinagar highway towards Pahalgam. We traveled for some time at around Forty kilometers per hour and passed the city of Udhampur. About five kilometers past the city the convoy came to a grinding halt as torrential rains had washed away a two hundred yard long stretch of road taking two supply trucks along with it. All we could see was brown colored slush and mud. The trucks were buried somewhere under it. No trace of the crew was to be found.
Further journey was impossible. The military escort decided to route the convoy back to Jammu until the situation stabilized.
There was however one snag. The road was not wide enough for a coach to make a U-turn. More than three hundred coaches stood stranded there like a train without the engine. It was raining without any let up and pretty soon the drinking water that we were carrying with us ran out. It was about one in the afternoon.
Some one had the bright idea of collecting rainwater for drinking and we started filling our bottles from the water running out of the drainage channel on the roof of our coach. Mercifully it was not dirty, as the roof had been washed clean in the past eighteen hours. It was still raining heavily.
Finally around two; some of us – I included - decided to walk balk to Udhampur town and get something to eat. We donned our raincoats and started to walk. With in the first fifteen minutes the rainwater seeped under the collar and slowly began its way down. It took us about ninety minutes of brisk walking to reach the town. By the time we reached there we were drenched to the skin.
Unfortunately for us, several hundred other people had the same idea. They too wanted some food and they had the added advantage of being nearer to the town. By the time we reached the town all the food in every restaurant in that small town was gone. There was no cooked food, no loaf of bread, no milk, and no bottled drinking water.
I was wet, cold, hungry and miserable. I couldn't stop shivering. Some one decided to look for the most expensive eating joint in the hope that it would have been spared. He was right. We had a nice hot lunch and some very welcome coffee.
Hunger pangs satisfied the next task was to find a shelter. We couldn't trudge back to our coach as one lone co-traveler who had left sometime later, informed us that our coach was no longer there. The military had used bulldozers to make a clearing for the coaches to make a u-turn. It was now lost in a sea of buses some where on the highway.
It was about six in the evening and it was getting colder by the minute. The rain was unrelenting and pretty soon our partially dried clothes were again soaking wet. The rain was especially trouble some for me as my glasses kept misting over.
We went from place to place to find a room to spend the night in. Every room was taken. Finally a kind soul directed us to the local Hare Krishna temple where he thought they might allow us to stay overnight. The only trouble was it was dark and we didn't know the directions. It was raining without a letup.
Some how we staggered up to the temple and asked the head priest to let us stay. He didn't have any room with beds but he did have a dormitory where some other stranded people like us were sleeping on the floor. We were advised to go there without disturbing any one.
When we reached the dormitory, I found it to be a room, which could house about twenty people. Thirty people were already asleep there. There was barely enough room to just sit. I had no bedding and the floor was covered only with a thin cotton durry or rug. I was seated next to the door, which was kept open to allow the air to come in. I was wet and cold and very uncomfortable. Later that night, some how the fatigue overpowered the cold and I slept fitfully.
Next day it was still raining as I stepped out to look for a rest room, some hot tea and some breakfast - in that order. My luck had apparently changed overnight because I found all three in quick succession.
I focused now on finding my coach, which had all my belonging including the change of clothes and underwear. It was nowhere to be found. Milling around the mass of pilgrims I saw a familiar face from my coach and he pointed me to where it was parked.
I found it empty except for the driver who informed me that a group of about twenty people had been offered a place to stay in the home of a local school teacher. The rest had found shelter elsewhere. He took me to the house and it was a relief to find myself amongst people I knew. The school teacher very kindly extended his hospitality to me as well.
The rain was unstopping even on this third day and all of us were confined to the two bedrooms that had been vacated for us.
We stayed in his house for two more days and were treated like honored guests. His wife provided tea, snacks, lunch and dinner for next three days. All this time the downpour was continuous. The rain finally stopped late on the third day and we begged our leave from him.
All of us wanted to pay for the expenses but he wouldn't even hear of it. For him we were pilgrims to the shrine and to take our money would be sacrilege. He was simply adhering to the ancient Hindu tenet of a house holder which commands one to offer every facility to a guest. Sanskrit adage "Atithi Devo Bhavha" "Guest is god" perhaps never found a more thorough expression as far as I know.
He had a daughter of marriageable age and we pooled in enough money to buy her a decent gift for her wedding.
We left his home with moist eyes and heavy hearts. Every one of us was bowed down with the debt of gratitude that he had freely lavished on our motley group.
I made another pilgrimage to Amarnath the following year and successfully accomplished it. More about that some other time.
I wanted to meet that angel, and thank him once again, knowing fully well that words were a poor substitute for what I felt for him in the depth of my soul.
Circumstances conspired against me however and I could not do so. But even now after so many years every detail is crystal clear in my mind and every time I think of that anonymous school teacher, I can not but pray to God for his utmost happiness and prosperity.
One doesn't meet angels easily. I must have done something really good in my past lives to have met a man like him.

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Rajiv Sethi

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My Tribute To An Unknown School Teacher

By: Rajiv Sethi

Amarnath is a shrine of Lord Shiva and nestles deep in the Himalayas in the state of Kashmir in India. Its altitude is high – about sixteen thousand feet – and the shrine as well as ninety percent of the approach route is above the tree line. It's a barren and rocky landscape all the way and affords no shelter to man or beast. It's a real desert in the mountains.
Every year in the month of August the pilgrimage to Amarnath begins and thousands of people from every walk of life from all over India congregate in Jammu – the capital of Kashmir. From there the buses and coaches move in a convoy to Pahalgam under military escort as terrorist violence is an ever present danger.
From Pahalgam the pilgrims travel to Chandanwari and it's from here that the trek begins and takes about three to four days to the shrine.
In 1997 I booked myself on a coach, which was leaving Delhi for Pahalgam. I was listed to be picked up by the coach at four in the afternoon but due to a last minute snag I missed it. I had to rebook my self for the next one, which was leaving after three days.
The overnight journey to Jammu was uneventful and we reached there late morning the next day. There were about three hundred other coaches in the specially constructed parking area. We were to leave in a convoy the next morning.
It was a clear day with blue skies and bright sunshine. Around two in the afternoon the character of the sky changed and very dark clouds began to form. Around four it became so dark that lights had to be switched on. Then the rain began. I had never seen rains of such intensity. The downpour was extremely heavy and water fell in thick sheets. Very soon the visibility dropped to zero and the ground underneath turned to mud with the consistency of kneaded dough. It rained through the night and next day the parking area resembled a lake with water rising at places up to the height of coach wheels. It was difficult to step out to answer the call of nature, get drinking water or just to stretch our cramped limbs. The orderly parking had given way to a chaotic situation as the coach drivers tried to find higher ground.
The convoy was to begin forming at around six in the morning but the slushy ground made it a difficult task. The authorities found it impossible to herd this teeming mass of coaches in a straight line. It was still raining non-stop.
Around nine, the convoy finally took shape and slowly began to snake along the Jammu-Srinagar highway towards Pahalgam. We traveled for some time at around Forty kilometers per hour and passed the city of Udhampur. About five kilometers past the city the convoy came to a grinding halt as torrential rains had washed away a two hundred yard long stretch of road taking two supply trucks along with it. All we could see was brown colored slush and mud. The trucks were buried somewhere under it. No trace of the crew was to be found.
Further journey was impossible. The military escort decided to route the convoy back to Jammu until the situation stabilized.
There was however one snag. The road was not wide enough for a coach to make a U-turn. More than three hundred coaches stood stranded there like a train without the engine. It was raining without any let up and pretty soon the drinking water that we were carrying with us ran out. It was about one in the afternoon.
Some one had the bright idea of collecting rainwater for drinking and we started filling our bottles from the water running out of the drainage channel on the roof of our coach. Mercifully it was not dirty, as the roof had been washed clean in the past eighteen hours. It was still raining heavily.
Finally around two; some of us – I included - decided to walk balk to Udhampur town and get something to eat. We donned our raincoats and started to walk. With in the first fifteen minutes the rainwater seeped under the collar and slowly began its way down. It took us about ninety minutes of brisk walking to reach the town. By the time we reached there we were drenched to the skin.
Unfortunately for us, several hundred other people had the same idea. They too wanted some food and they had the added advantage of being nearer to the town. By the time we reached the town all the food in every restaurant in that small town was gone. There was no cooked food, no loaf of bread, no milk, and no bottled drinking water.
I was wet, cold, hungry and miserable. I couldn't stop shivering. Some one decided to look for the most expensive eating joint in the hope that it would have been spared. He was right. We had a nice hot lunch and some very welcome coffee.
Hunger pangs satisfied the next task was to find a shelter. We couldn't trudge back to our coach as one lone co-traveler who had left sometime later, informed us that our coach was no longer there. The military had used bulldozers to make a clearing for the coaches to make a u-turn. It was now lost in a sea of buses some where on the highway.
It was about six in the evening and it was getting colder by the minute. The rain was unrelenting and pretty soon our partially dried clothes were again soaking wet. The rain was especially trouble some for me as my glasses kept misting over.
We went from place to place to find a room to spend the night in. Every room was taken. Finally a kind soul directed us to the local Hare Krishna temple where he thought they might allow us to stay overnight. The only trouble was it was dark and we didn't know the directions. It was raining without a letup.
Some how we staggered up to the temple and asked the head priest to let us stay. He didn't have any room with beds but he did have a dormitory where some other stranded people like us were sleeping on the floor. We were advised to go there without disturbing any one.
When we reached the dormitory, I found it to be a room, which could house about twenty people. Thirty people were already asleep there. There was barely enough room to just sit. I had no bedding and the floor was covered only with a thin cotton durry or rug. I was seated next to the door, which was kept open to allow the air to come in. I was wet and cold and very uncomfortable. Later that night, some how the fatigue overpowered the cold and I slept fitfully.
Next day it was still raining as I stepped out to look for a rest room, some hot tea and some breakfast - in that order. My luck had apparently changed overnight because I found all three in quick succession.
I focused now on finding my coach, which had all my belonging including the change of clothes and underwear. It was nowhere to be found. Milling around the mass of pilgrims I saw a familiar face from my coach and he pointed me to where it was parked.
I found it empty except for the driver who informed me that a group of about twenty people had been offered a place to stay in the home of a local school teacher. The rest had found shelter elsewhere. He took me to the house and it was a relief to find myself amongst people I knew. The school teacher very kindly extended his hospitality to me as well.
The rain was unstopping even on this third day and all of us were confined to the two bedrooms that had been vacated for us.
We stayed in his house for two more days and were treated like honored guests. His wife provided tea, snacks, lunch and dinner for next three days. All this time the downpour was continuous. The rain finally stopped late on the third day and we begged our leave from him.
All of us wanted to pay for the expenses but he wouldn't even hear of it. For him we were pilgrims to the shrine and to take our money would be sacrilege. He was simply adhering to the ancient Hindu tenet of a house holder which commands one to offer every facility to a guest. Sanskrit adage "Atithi Devo Bhavha" "Guest is god" perhaps never found a more thorough expression as far as I know.
He had a daughter of marriageable age and we pooled in enough money to buy her a decent gift for her wedding.
We left his home with moist eyes and heavy hearts. Every one of us was bowed down with the debt of gratitude that he had freely lavished on our motley group.
I made another pilgrimage to Amarnath the following year and successfully accomplished it. More about that some other time.
I wanted to meet that angel, and thank him once again, knowing fully well that words were a poor substitute for what I felt for him in the depth of my soul.
Circumstances conspired against me however and I could not do so. But even now after so many years every detail is crystal clear in my mind and every time I think of that anonymous school teacher, I can not but pray to God for his utmost happiness and prosperity.
One doesn't meet angels easily. I must have done something really good in my past lives to have met a man like him.

About the Author

Rajiv Sethi

Bouquets and brickbats at
Email amvedin@yahoo.com,
My website http://indian-vedicastrology.com
My Blog http://myindian-vedicastrology.blogspot.com
I can also be reached at 011-91-(98-99-589211)
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What Does Your Natal Chart Say About Your Finances

By: Hanne Klein

Finding out where your money planets are in your chart is something most of us would like to know. How much money power have we got and where do we start to look for it? The second house and the eight house is the money houses. The second house represents what you earn yourself and the eight house is what you derive from inheritance, gifts and joint venture.

You then find your money planets which is the planets that are in your second and eight house. If there are no planets you look for the planet which rules the sign on the cusps of the money houses and find out where they may be in your chart. Then you have to look for aspects to these planets are there good or bad aspects to the planets. The aspects will give the planets more power and your chances for gaining financially are better.

If there is no aspects to them it will be a weaker link in your chart and your best shot will be to find someone who has some good aspects to your money planet. Finding a partner with some trines or sextiles to your chart will help you considerably.

How are your money planets in aspect do they have trines as well as squares? The trines are the favourable once but the squares can also give you this extra push for some dynamic action you need to do something about your situation what ever it might be to. The squares can help drive you to better yourself to a more positive situation.

Square aspects can be frustrating but out of frustration comes clarity but you have to work a little harder for it but often the lessons learned along the way are usually better learnt than when you get it to easy and you generally appreciate what you get out of it better. So don't feel to bad about having hard aspects in your chart because they are going to serve you well.

If your second house is in better aspect than your eight house then you are better of earning your own money. If the eight house has more favourable aspects then you will probably do better in a joint venture partnership with someone who has favourable aspects to your money planets.

So when you find a potential partner whether it is business, marriage or team up with someone in any way it will be wise if you check out the other persons chart to see if it is compatible with yours or if there is good or bad aspects to each others money planets. Because poor money chart between you can have an unfavourable influence on you both.

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You can use your Sun-Sign to find a suitable person who has their Sun-Sign just after yours as this can sometimes be ""> favourable for your finances."The Sun-Sign coming after yours will in a solar chart fall into your second house and therefore have a positive influence on your finances. Find more about your money power at "AboutAstrology"

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The Twilight Collection - Reasons To Buy The Twilight Book Collection By Stephenie Meyer

By: Linda Bennett

If you are a big fan of magical mystical books, you should definitely get your hands on the Twilight book collection. This consists of four novels written by Stephenie Meyer, three of which have now been made into movies and DVDs.

What Is In The Collection

The names of the individual books in this series are called:

There are four separate novels which follow the lives of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. These are the two main characters in the book and we learn how they first met, how they are attracted to each other and what makes their relationship different to the majority of people in the world.

These books come under the genre of fantasy and intrigue because we learn that Edward Cullen is a vampire and that he will always be the eternal teenager. In truth, he should not be so attracted to the young girl Bella because she is human and that should make her not only his enemy but more importantly, his prey. Vampires normally feed on the blood of humans but we learn that the Cullen family are different in this respect.

The whole way that they live and try to co-exist along with the human world is what makes this series of books so compelling. This not is a straight forward love story between a boy and a girl. There are some major complications along the way and we are taken on the journey of how these two people try to come to terms with their feelings and what destiny holds for them.

It is possible to buy these books individually but there is a greater benefit if you can buy them all in a collection. This will definitely make your purchase a lot cheaper and you can also get a lovely presentation box with it.

This would certainly make a wonderful gift idea for anyone who loves to read and you could buy it for any occasion.

The New Moon DVD to is available to buy online. Find out more about the Twilight collection and other twilight gift ideas.

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Linda Bennett has varied interests including reading, singing and amateur dramatics.

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ABRAR MUJEEB: URDU FICTIONS OF DECONSTRUCTIONISM

By: Dr.Equbal Wajid

In current times, merely within ten years the discourse has started in Urdu literature up on the philosophy of Postmodernism and Deconstructionism. Undoubtedly, almost all big critics in Urdu literature are involved in this discourse. At the same time it has attracted a lot of creative writers to follow the theme.

Abrar Mujeeb, a fiction writer from the Industrial City of Jamshedpur [India], has written such stories that represent the Philosophy of Deconstructionism. After 1980, the Urdu fiction has turned towards new colorful dimensions. Some new important names have happened to appear up on the horizon of Urdu short stories including NayyarMassod, SyedMohammadAshraf, SaajidRasheed, Ghzanfer, MusharrafAlamZaouqi, PaighamAafaqi, ShamuelAhmed, TariqChatari, SamimAfzaQamar, FarhatParveen, Qamar Jahan, ZakiyaMashhadi, KhursheedHayat, MahmoodShahid, AzraNaqvi, Shaheera Msroor, and GhiyasurRahman. Abrar Mujeeb is an important name in the equal list.

In his fictions we found the techniques of deconstructionism which has affected other story writers in Urdu to come closer to this. It is ought to understand that the communication techniques in deconstructionism are different than a narrative style of writing. It communicates through an alternative logic and subject next to the real text. Deconstructionism is not directly related to the subject matter of the story rather than it gives emphasis to the meaning of the text which undergoes in between the lines. So a deconstructionist critic or writer always stresses to communicate through the unwritten lines of his text which exist invisibly in his narration. The philosophy of deconstructionism can not be bounded with the text by any means, rather than it can be limited to the unlimited boundaries of the text beyond the text. The ideas presented beyond the text are suppose to be more genuine, authentic, and factual. So in order to review or form a creative writing the awareness of its ‘further than text expression’ pays vital role in the whole creative scenario.

Abrar Mujeeb’s story ‘The scenario of night’ is a wonderful story. The habitual changes of day to day life, the look of life and death, the eternal journey of mankind and the universe, the conflict between evil and devil and the psycho-sociological changes of the human societies are tied-up in a single knot. As if the human life and the nature were interdependent to each other to unveil themselves. It is a common concept that the occurrence of an incident depends up on the movement of the earth and this is the concept of the serial time which is defined as a subordinating cause of beingness. In this fiction Abrar Mujeeb has stated the idea that the occurrence of an incident not only depends up on the time. The nature and the universe are eventful in such incident to take place. In ‘The scenario of night’ he writes while describing the scene of an evening:

“… the redness of the evening is looking blackish far in the horizon, though it has not spread out like a spot on the blueness of the

sky as the spots of clotted blood, spreads up on the floor of a

slaughter house.”

At a second put he writes:

“…there is a bridge up on the chest of the river. At the moment

train has not passed over it and possibly all the scenario is

waiting for some important time or moment and are vanished

in their own”.

At the last when the story comes to end, the redness of the horizon turns into spreaded spots of frozen clotted blood and “at the same time a train passes through the bridge and the whole picture disappears up on the screen of the thick fog, perhaps these pictures were waiting for the same time or moment”. Superficially it is just scenery, but virtually it is scenery which looks for some or more happenings or incidents to be added in it. And they all inevitably fall together at one point to become the part of a big happening or a scene. In the eyes of the story writer every thing which is happening or going to be happen is the integral part of this universe. The time and the place are inevitably put together along with the happenings to take place. Thus the conclusion comes from all occurrences that they all are predefined to occur. Though the tale of this story is of less worth but the whole treatment is excellent.

Story “The fragrance of own soil” is written up on the philosophy of regional existentialism. In this story the basic identity of an individual and society has been brought to notice. An individual can not be the strength of a society if not he is ready to love and protect his identity. Consequently, the basic identity is as urgent for success in every aspects of life. The is the point where the individual and the society comes to strength. The strength and identity of a society depends upon the strength and identity of its individuals. The life then starts moving smoothly. Abrar Mujeeb also tries to strengthen and protect his soil.

Story “The rain” is simple in its expression but deep in its meaning. Story “Thrust” is a show of prohibited creativity. Story “The water way of backside” shows the everlasting continuation of time. Besides this his stories “First task” “On the same turn” “Death” “The story of stories” are his best stories.

Summarizing all, we see that the stories of Abrar Mujeeb are the stories of the communication of deconstructionism and prohibited creativity. More to the point, all these stories represents some or more thoughts and ideas of the philosophy of his age. Individuals, Society, characters, feelings, emotions, affairs and thoughts every thing being all together generates a deep taste of life in his stories. He creates a link between the post-modern sensibility and universality. In the backdrop of his feelings and emotions and through his carefulness he teaches us to live with an extended thought of life. We feel that at the artistic level, through locating his own way Abrar Mujeeb passes through a self evaluating situation. These evaluations act like determiner and make his stories successful. Small things and small signs are of worth importance for him. The study of life through the mirror of deconstructionism has come closer to his art. He put his first creative step on the road to the life itself and the second to the universe.

Abrar Mujeeb is an active and sensitive artist. His stories are decent, loving and alive. He is regarded as an important short story writer after 1980. Considering his style of writing and thinking he is regarded as a short story writer of high repute among the generation of writers in Urdu after 1980.

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In Bible Versus Quran: What If A Man Refuses To Marry His Sister In Law

By: Prof.dr. Ibrahim Khalil

The Law of the Levirate Marriage in Bible versus Quran

In the Bible, the Lord God urges the Levirate Marriage that is the marriage by a man with his brother's widow if the dead brother was childless.

The Law of the Levirate Marriage is not mentioned therein in the entire Quran.

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The Law of the Levirate Marriage in the Bible

In the Bible, Deuteronomy 25:5-10, if you were a brother, your brother died without producing an offspring; the Biblical law in such case is that the widow, your sister in law should be your wife. However,

1. What if she does not seem good to you?


2. What if you do not like her?


3. What if she is malicious?


4. What if you do not have the money to support her?


5. What if you are already happily married?


6. How come that your son does not carry your name?

Then, if you persist in saying; I do not want to marry her; in this case, you got spit in the face and called the family of the Unsandaled!

The term, "The family of the Unsandaled" is a shameful term.

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The Law of Levirate Marriage in the Quran

The Law of the Levirate Marriage is not mentioned therein in the entire Quran.

In addition, Verse 33: 5 says: Name them to their true fathers. That is more equitable, that is more just, better, more correct and fairer in the sight of Allah in relation to lineage. The son should carry his true father's name.

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The Bible, Deuteronomy 25:5-10 (King James Version)

5) If brethren dwell together, and one of them die, and have no child, the wife of the dead shall not marry without unto a stranger: her husband's brother shall go in unto her, and take her to him to wife, and perform the duty of an husband's brother unto her.

6) And it shall be, that the firstborn which she beareth shall succeed in the name of his brother which is dead, that his name be not put out of Israel.

7) And if the man like not to take his brother's wife, then let his brother's wife go up to the gate unto the elders, and say, My husband's brother refuseth to raise up unto his brother a name in Israel, he will not perform the duty of my husband's brother.

8) Then the elders of his city shall call him, and speak unto him: and if he stand to it, and say, I like not to take her;

9) Then shall his brother's wife come unto him in the presence of the elders, and loose his shoe from off his foot, and spit in his face, and shall answer and say, So shall it be done unto that man that will not build up his brother's house.

10) And his name shall be called in Israel, The house of him that hath his shoe loosed.

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The Quran, verse 33:5,

Verse 33: 5

QARIB: name them after their fathers; that is more just with Allah…

SHAKIR: assert their relationship to their fathers; this is more equitable with Allah…

PICKTHAL: proclaim their real parentage. That will be more equitable in the sight of Allah…

YUSUFALI: call them by (the names of) their fathers: that is juster in the sight of Allah…

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Back to my question to the smart and interested reader:

Are the Scholars truthful when they claim that the Quran quoted from the Bible?

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Professor Dr. Ibrahim Khalil, Prof. of Clinical and Chemical Pathology, Head (ex-) of Clinical Microbiology and Infection Control Unit, Ain-Shams University. Cairo, Egypt President of the Egyptian Society of Inventors, Honorary President of SPIC-Egypt (The Society of Practitioners of Infection Control – Egypt), Co-Chief Editor of the Egyptian Journal of Lab. Medicine Member of the Egyptian union of Writers, Published 5 Books and some 60 Medical Articles, Supervisors for 79 PhD theses and111 Master Degree theses.

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Short Stories, Ghost Stories, Free Online Children's Stories, Love Stories, Funny Kids Story

By: Kontiki Radisson

A good short story has withstood the test of time and remains as vital and relevant today as it was one hundred years ago.

Short story enables busy readers to “shop around” for storytellers with whom they may eventually enjoy longer relationships.

A short slice of life

So what do you do when you have to tell a fairy story, or love story and have to make it long enough to sustain your nephew’s interest but short enough to end before he falls asleep?

You find a story to tell.

If you remember enough of what you felt strongly about – recently or from a long time ago – you tell him that.

And do you remember those scary ghost stories grand-mom used to tell, bring them back in your recollection with the help of these children’s ghost story.

If, like most of us, you don’t, you fall back on short stories you cajoled out of parents and uncles and aunts and want to make them fresh short stories in today’s connotation.

The short story grew out of an increasing readership’s desire for shorter reading material.

It needs a skill to cultivate a short story from your recollected thoughts for course or arrangement of events. Even it is more challenging when you have to co-relate something what morals you need to convey thorough the story.

Now no worries, you have everything here what you would have imagined for; short stories, ghost story, love story, and basically you are in short love stories gallery.

Hey, are you looking for love making stories, if yes, you will find how a soldier is making love story in some frontier land.

We know our thoughts give meaning to our actions and they should be conveyed to Tom by these kid’s stories which fulfill the flair of funny short stories, isn’t it?

We are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. So let’s join the voyage.

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About the Author

‘Kontiki Radisson’ is a very prominent short story writer born in 28th June 1978 in Azamhola in Norway. Some of his stories- A soldier, ‘How dearly I Love you’ and many more emerged over the horizon of short story literature and praised universally. We are envy of him that he agreed to pen few gems’ for our website.

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