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Allah created humans from a male and a female and made into tribes and nations for identification. However the most righteous is the most honoured. No Arab has any superiority over a non-Arab nor is a White any way better than a Black. All created beings are the decendants of Adam and existence of Adam sprang from dust. hence all claims to superiority and greatness, all demands for blood or ransom and all false traits or trends of rule are false.
RUTHLESS
ACROSS THE BOARD - No Scapegoats and No Sacred Cows
ABSOLUTELY TRANSPARENT
TIME-BOUND
Time Advances
Facts Accumulate
Doubts Arise.
Faint Glimpses of Truth Begin to Appear and Shine more and more unto the perfect day. The Highest Intellects, like the Tops of the Mountains, are the First to Catch and to Reflect the Dawn.
Tops are Bright, while the Level Below is still in Darkness.
But soon the Light, which at First Illuminated only the Loftiest Eminences, Descends on the Plain and Penetrates to the Deepest Valley.
First, Come Hints, then Fragments of Systems, then Defective Systems, then Complete and Harmonious Systems.
The Sound Opinion, held for a time by one Bold Speculator, becomes the Opinion of a Small Minority, then of a Strong Minority, and finally of a Majority of People.
A Master and his Servant were on their way home on horseback late at night after having a good drink.
At a ford where the bank was steep, the Master fell head first into the creek. He scrambled up, and shouted to his servant:
"Hold on, Mon! Something fell off--I heard it splash!"
Servant climbed down from the saddle and waded about blindly in the shallow water, with groping hands. At last, he seized on the Master.
"Why it's yourself, mon, as fell oof!"
"No, No," the master declared stoutly. "It can't be me--here I am."
Then he, added: "But if it is me, get me back on the horse."
Servant helped the Master to the horse and boosted him up astride. In the dark, the rider was faced the wrong way to.
"Gie me the reins," the Master ordered.
Servant felt about the horse's rump, and, then cried out, clutching the tail:
"It waur the horse's head as fell off--nothin' left but the mane!"
"Gie me the mane, then," the Master directed stolidly. "I must hae something to hold on."
So, when he had the tail firmly grasped in both hands, and Servant had mounted, the procession began to move. Whereat, the Master shouted in dismay:
"Haud on, Mon! It's gaein' the wrang way!"
All the world's a stage,The Good, The God-Fear, The Will, The Wish-list, The Circumstances, The Choreographers, The Haste, The Heist (desire to), The Lust, The Label, The Masters, The Monsters, The Fear ... and ...The Fare ... and ... many more props make us play.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances ...
Other side of the fence shall create obstacles in your way ... Deceive you through their acts ... Shall always be looking for gaps in your canvas and SLIGHT YOU AT THE SLIGHTEST OPPORTUNITY ... That 'They don't care about you' IS TINY, actually THEY WANT TO KNOCK YOU OUT.Be Deliberate ... Appreciate properly ... Weigh in the the Pros and Cons ... Value your time ... Do not waste it in trying to PROVE. NOTHING NEEDS TO BE PROVEN ...