La ilaha illallah, Zikr. Remembrance of the stolen of Our Lady Notre Dame, Cathedral, Paris, France, 2019. Song for the Divinity.

Jerusalem, Israel. Mora Saiyaan Mosae Bolena song. Why will my beloveds not speak to me? By Sufi Singer Shafqat Amanath Ali. Susan Wainright, writer/producer “Gentleman Jack.”

Sawan beetho jaye piharwa the season has changed yet you do not seem to understand its truth-value. Man mera ghabraye, I fear for my life, Ai soh gaye pardes piya thumm it appears that you have left the place me behind to not to return again. Aisoh gayae pardes piya thuum. Chaein humein nahi aaye. My sorrow feels like a never-ending heartache. Mora saiyaan mosae bolae na, My love will not speak to me. Mein laakh jatan kar haari, No matter how valiantly I searched for you  Mora sayiyan mosae bolae na you will not speak to me. Tu jo nahi tho aise piya hum, in your absence look at the condition of my life, Jaisae soona aagae is like emptiness on fire nain thae hari raah ne harein, your eyes failed to reach me every time, Nainan ko tarsao na don’t make your absence difficult.  Pyaar tumhe kitna karte hein No matter how much love exists between us, you do not see the passionate embrace. Thum ye samajh nahi paoge, you will of course not be able to understand. Jab hum na hongae tho piharwa, When we are no longer around, love of my world, Bolo kya kab aoge tell me when do you intend to visit again. Mora saiyan mosae bolae na, the loved ones will not be able to answer me.

From writer/director Sally Wainwright, the eight-episode Canadian series Gentleman Jack is set in 1832 Halifax West Yorkshire in England and focuses on landowner Anne Lister played by Suranne Jones, a woman who bucked society’s expectations at every turn.

Olesya Dmitrakova, Ballerina’s preparation for a night out in Moscow, Russia. The Dreamer, Kremlin Ballet not.

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The God of Israel is the God of all people, the Rabbinate Yerushalayim in the holy land, Jerusalem, Israel.

What Holy Lands cannot permit; trysts between violence and the future.

To Benjamin; who has fought to better the human race.

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Love, One Faith, and One Truth to guide the world towards a morality of life. Haute Couture, Elie Saab, Spring Summer 2015.

Kangana Ranaut, Queen of Jhansi movie, “Manikarnika.” Song Vijayi Bhava, always victorious not.

Yerushalayim reconsidered or the Lazarus effect. Rising from the human race no more.

Seek Ye First The Kingdom of God And His Righteousness and all the rest will be added on to you, Aleluia, Aleluia.

Children are the symbol of peace and justice kissing. When property’s truth can be the nature of value, revolt. MK Gandhi in Canning Hall, England.

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Lyrics of bissho kobi, universal poet, Rabindranath Tagore. Iman Chakravorty’s Bengali song. Jhoro Jhoro Borishae Bari Dhara, the rain falls with splendor and abandon.

Jhoro jhoro borishae bari dhara hai potho bashi, hai gothi hinu, The rainfall will only last until it reaches the shores. Hai gothi hinu hai griho hara. What are those who depend on the starry heaven to guide their journey to do now? Phirae bayu, they cry, swiftly return black clouds that carry rain. Shorae phirae bayu, let thunder, lightning and rain sing with one voice again. Dakea karae, who are they in unison calling for? Jononino ashimo pranthorae, they plead for those whose shores are at the end of the world. Rojoni adhara and lightning lost, hai potho bashi hai gothi hinu hai griho hara adhira jomuna thorongo akula bokularae, the restless river Jamuna’s strong waters, thimiro dhokula shogonaei rae dhokularae, Unfortunately only the timid afraid that they will be forgotten, nibiro nirodho gogonae, look up at the empty skies, goro goro goro gorojae, and hear only the thunder that carry no songs of the rain falling. Choncholo chapula chamokae, the restless lightning nahi shoshi thara, do not have an answer, What are they who carry misfortune going to do now? Hai griho hara, having lost their way, what are the ones for whom the starry heavens carry no rain fall only empty clouds.