•• خرجت من جلسة أصدقاء مرتفعي العلم ذوي الآراء الخلاقة والعطاء الفكري الفريد.. لقاء أخرج تجارب حياتية مؤثرة، صوتها مثلوم، وسكونها مفلوم.. نقاش بلغة قولٍ رائحتها عبقة لا تشبه أي عطر، جعلتنا كغسق يستقطب الأرض كالمطر.. حوار قرأ لنا الحياة كجائع دهر يعيش في حبور خفي أوحى إلينا أننا ما زلنا في ظمأ معرفي.. هناك فقط تحركت أمواج المعرفة في دواخلنا.
•• هناك أناس نحن في أمس الحاجة إليهم.. ما أجمل حبنا النادر والأنيق لهم، وما أجمل طعم الإحساس به.. أنبتوا في عقولنا أغصان معرفة خضراء تعيننا على الشفاء من سفه الجهل.. نثروا لنا المعرفة لينيروا لنا عتمة الحياة بمسرات النفس.. يطلون على أرواحنا بألق متبختر، كقمر يطل على جبين السماء ليضيء لنا الدنيا.. ليس هناك هدايا تفرح القلب مثل علم هؤلاء.
•• في عصر القرية الواحدة؛ من يصحح مساره ويطوَّر معرفته.. من ينعش فقه الفِطنة في وجدانه.. من يستعيد بعضاً من انتعاشة المعرفة توقاً إلى معطف معرفي يزحزحه من مكانه نحو الأمل.. من يرتحل إلى مدينة معرفية تقول بُغية وتطلعاً وحلماً.. من لديه وعي يسقي عطش حياته.. معارف تأتيه بطرائق قدداً، فيتدفق منها ضوء الإدراك الإنساني إلى روحه الشاهقة عبر نافذة التجارب.
•• في المقابل؛ من تخجل أمامه أشعة المعارف فلا تظهر إلا من خلف روحه المفقودة.. من يضيع فرص التعلُّم ويبعثر حركة التلقي.. من يستيقظ دون شعور على رعشة لذة إحباط تحطم ذاته وتدغدغ بدنه.. من يخلد دون وعي في طقس بارد يمنحه جفاف فهم يبعثر فكره.. روح متصدعة كألواح زجاج مشروخة.. فسلام على تلك الأجواء المعرفية الغائبة، وسلام على صباحاتها الغائمة.
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•• I emerged from a session with friends of high knowledge, those with creative opinions and unique intellectual contributions. It was a meeting that brought forth impactful life experiences, its voice fractured, and its silence subdued. A discussion in a language whose scent is fragrant and unlike any perfume, making us like twilight that attracts the earth like rain. A dialogue that read life to us like a hungry soul living in hidden joy, hinting to us that we are still in a state of thirst for knowledge. It was there that the waves of knowledge stirred within us.
•• There are people we desperately need. How beautiful is our rare and elegant love for them, and how delightful is the feeling of it. They have planted in our minds green branches of knowledge that help us heal from the folly of ignorance. They scattered knowledge for us to illuminate the darkness of life with the joys of the soul. They gaze upon our spirits with a proud radiance, like a moon peering down on the forehead of the sky to light up our world. There are no gifts that bring joy to the heart like the knowledge of these individuals.
•• In the age of the global village, who corrects their path and develops their knowledge? Who refreshes the wisdom of insight in their being? Who retrieves some of the revival of knowledge, yearning for a knowledge coat that shifts them from their place towards hope? Who journeys to a city of knowledge that speaks of aspiration, longing, and dreams? Who possesses awareness that quenches the thirst of their life? Knowledge comes to them in various ways, from which the light of human understanding flows into their towering spirit through the window of experiences.
•• In contrast, who makes the rays of knowledge shy, showing only from behind their lost spirit? Who misses opportunities for learning and scatters the movement of receiving? Who awakens without feeling to the tremor of the pleasure of frustration that shatters their self and tickles their body? Who unconsciously remains in a cold atmosphere that grants them a dryness of understanding that scatters their thoughts? A shattered spirit like cracked glass panes. So, peace be upon those absent knowledge atmospheres, and peace upon their cloudy mornings.
Knowledge between the wisdom of insight and the emptiness of the soul:
•• There are people we desperately need. How beautiful is our rare and elegant love for them, and how delightful is the feeling of it. They have planted in our minds green branches of knowledge that help us heal from the folly of ignorance. They scattered knowledge for us to illuminate the darkness of life with the joys of the soul. They gaze upon our spirits with a proud radiance, like a moon peering down on the forehead of the sky to light up our world. There are no gifts that bring joy to the heart like the knowledge of these individuals.
•• In the age of the global village, who corrects their path and develops their knowledge? Who refreshes the wisdom of insight in their being? Who retrieves some of the revival of knowledge, yearning for a knowledge coat that shifts them from their place towards hope? Who journeys to a city of knowledge that speaks of aspiration, longing, and dreams? Who possesses awareness that quenches the thirst of their life? Knowledge comes to them in various ways, from which the light of human understanding flows into their towering spirit through the window of experiences.
•• In contrast, who makes the rays of knowledge shy, showing only from behind their lost spirit? Who misses opportunities for learning and scatters the movement of receiving? Who awakens without feeling to the tremor of the pleasure of frustration that shatters their self and tickles their body? Who unconsciously remains in a cold atmosphere that grants them a dryness of understanding that scatters their thoughts? A shattered spirit like cracked glass panes. So, peace be upon those absent knowledge atmospheres, and peace upon their cloudy mornings.
Knowledge between the wisdom of insight and the emptiness of the soul:
