The Zealot Writer's Journal

This is a straightforward amateur historical description of a famous battle between Werdan the Syrian, subject of Heraclius, Emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, and Dekar the Saracen, subject of Abu Bakr, Caliph of the Muslims.

In 632 CE, Abu Bakr received the throne that Muhammad had built, via concession of his opponent Umar. He moved to consolidate the empire and crush the rebellion of the Arab tribes that had begun after the death of Muhammad. During the Ridda Wars, or the War of Apostasy, Abu Bakr explored the military potential of the new organization. Six centers of resistance organized after the death of Muhammad. Abu Bakr organized his army into 11 corps. It proved to be a very effective strategy, and the army of Musaylimah, head of the insurrectionists, conceded defeat at the battle of Yamama.

During the Ridda Wars, resting troops near the northern border of the forming…

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Risking nuclear Armageddon

The Notebook

Irresponsible leaders risk the unthinkable. Media scoundrels cheerlead mindlessly. So do neocon think tanks. Ordinary people are more concerned about mundane trivia than survival.

Nero didn’t fiddle while Rome burned. The violin wasn’t invented for another 1,500 years. Today’s officials go where earlier ones wouldn’t dare. They risk regional or global disaster. War on Syria and/or Iran may ignite more than leaders bargain for.

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Unfinished story

 

 

 

He was not used to drama. Indeed, when she claimed the space she needed inside him, he could provide her none. It was not because he had some other woman there. It was because he could not let go of himself. Obsession, he knew was a disadvantage. He thought self-obsession was an exception.

She looked upon real life as a drama. That made her more realistic than he could ever be. Maybe, she found the fault-lines in his thought. Women normally do. Yet, she was trying to occupy the space she believed was duly hers. She knew she had only one opponent. And that was him.

He remembered the first time he met her. It was in a garden full of thorns. She remembered the first time she met him. It was in a garden full of roses. They had spent almost an hour together. She was glad to find him. So was he. But, he missed his solitude.

Her story was over. His was still very much unfinished. 

 

 

 

“Absent-minded Window-gazing” — Franz Kafka

These lines by Kafka are awesome

Biblioklept

 

Absent-minded Window-gazing

What are we to do with these spring days that are now fast coming on? Early this morning the sky was gray, but if you go to the window now you are surprised and lean your cheek against the latch of the casement.

The sun is already setting, but down below you see it lighting up the face of the little girl who strolls along looking about her, and at the same time you see her eclipsed by the shadow of the man behind overtaking her.

And then the man has passed by and the little girl’s face is quite bright

“Absent-minded Window-gazing” by Franz Kafka.

 

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