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I tried this cookies for the first time in UAE while I was visiting my sister for the first time. Her husband was just returning back from his home country, Morocco, with some delicious cookies, and that was the moment I fell in love with Gazelle horns. They were simply incredible! Melt-in your-mouth cookies, flavoured with orange blossom water. Ever since I had this thought in my mind to try them but they seemed too complicated. After 3 trial and error testing sessions and exhausting all the resources and secrets on the internet, I managed to get to this version and I love it! But why are they called "gazelle horns"? One source says that this is because in the past, beautiful women were called "gazelles". In the dresses that they used to wear, the only part of their body that could be seen were the ankles - this is how the name came up. Some other sources say that their origin is actually French and not Arabic and that they are called like that because they really look like gazelle horns.
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Ain Ghazal, archaeological site near Amman, Jordan, of a Pre-Pottery Neolithic settlement that was active from about 7250 BCE to about 5000 BCE and is best known for its human figurines. It was discovered in 1974, and excavations began in 1982. Learn more about the site’s inhabitants and its importance.
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In December 2005 in southern Sudan, a boy drinks water from the Akuem River, near the village of Malual Kon in Bahr el Ghazal State. Only about one-third of the population has access to safe drinking...
Quelle pâtisserie symbolise mieux la pâtisserie marocaine que LA corne de gazelles, dites Kaab ghzal, la pâtisserie marocaine ultime à la saveur si raffiné ? Probablement aucune ...
JIGAR & SEEMAB Meher Baba's Favourite Urdu Poets Selected Poems Translation & Introduction Paul Smith Meher Baba, took Huma (Phoenix) as a pen-name when he composed ghazals in his twenties and later on. He knew the ghazals of Hafiz by heart. He went on to reveal himself as Qutub (Perfect Master) and later as the Rasool or Messiah (Avatar). Of the Urdu Poets, Jigar and Seemab in particular were his favourites and he had a connection with them. Jigar was admired and read by many. He had a large following among the ordinary people. His fame transcended religious and language barriers. He was a great admirer of beauty and painted a living picture of it in his ghazals, but not stopping at that, his description of beauty carries one to a different timeless place where Eternal Beauty reigns supreme. On his death-bed Meher Baba contacted him. Seemab began ghazal writing in the 19th century. He composed remarkable Urdu translations in rhyming poetry of the Quran and the Masnavi of Rumi. His ghazals are suffused with true Sufism. Meher Baba while listening to the singing of a ghazal of Seemab was so impressed by a particular couplet that he stopped the singer and declared that because of it he had bestowed on him the ultimate gift of liberation or God-realization. The correct rhyme-structure of the ghazal has been kept throughout. 240 pages Paul Smith is a poet, author and translator of many books of Sufi poets from the Persian, Arabic, Urdu, Turkish, Pashtu and other languages including Hafiz, Sadi, Nizami, Rumi, 'Attar, Sana'i, Jahan Khatun, Obeyd Zakani, Mu'in, Amir Khusrau, Nesimi, Kabir, Anvari, Ansari, Jami, Khayyam, Rudaki, Lalla Ded, Mahsati, Baba Farid, Kabir, Iqbal, Ghalib, Mansur Hallaj, 'Iraqi and others, and his own poetry, fiction, biographies, plays, children's books and a dozen screenplays. www.newhumanitybooks.com | Author: Paul Smith | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform | Publication Date: Nov 09, 2016 | Number of Pages: 242 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1539989704 | ISBN-13: 9781539989707
Ruba Ghazal a apporté son soutien, dimanche matin, aux regroupements citoyens qui se mobilisent pour la conversion de terrains de golf fermés.
An excerpt from ‘Lost Paradise: Selected Ghazals’, translated from the Urdu by Amitabha Bagchi.
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Continuing the western tradition of "bastard ghazals" that do not hold to the form or intent of the 13thcentury Sufi mystics who wrote of religious devotion and erotic longing, these poems are collagestracing a route at the edges of suburban houses filled with doppelganger children, county jails andflophouse hotels, Sonny Liston and Geechie Wiley, Maurice Sendak and the Lindburgh baby, PhilipGuston, Willie Bobo, recidivist airline stowaways, and the numinous messages left between the cloudsand garbage dumpsters.These poems breathe in a space framed by psychoanalyst Michael Eigen: "We are part of one greatparadoxical monism, a wholeness that thrives on fragmentary processes, bits and pieces throbbing withsignificance," and the poet Charles Simic, "The poem is an attempt at self-recovery, self-recognition, self-remembering, the marvel of being again... A poem is a piece of the unutterable whole." Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780996855457 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Pay What It Costs Publishing, LLC Publication Date: 12-01-2023 Pages: 98 Product Dimensions: 9.00h x 6.00w x 0.27d
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Bundan 10-20 yıl önceki aralıkta market raflarında bu ambalajları görürdük. Şimdilerde bazıları hiç satılmıyor, bazılarınınsa ambalajları yenilendi. Hatırlay...
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For Julie Fay Tired of asparagus and aubergines, tired of tomatoes, even tired of wine, tired of the village in its niche between the Causses and the Mediterranean, she stays in bed, the window blanked, till noon, then lights a cigarette, emerges from the sunken twenty-three hours’ dark bedroom into the sitting-room, coffee machine humming, and, on lucky days, the sun doing its best to be sustaining. Gloom waits in the shadow. Yes, I’ve also seen degenerescence in a wrinkled prune, a wedge of mouldy bread, a chicken bone —and she’s grabbed life back on the telephone. I might seize life back from the telephone when someone—what someone?—any someone, not killing time, wants a conversation. It’s cold. It’s raining. The vineyards need rain, and apple, peach orchards, tomatoes, corn. . . . I took my morning walk. I left my cane at the grocer’s, hooked on a crate of clementines, only remembered it walking between the square and this street, so, went back again. I thought for those five minutes that my spine was redeemed, renewal, not decline. No twinges, phantom swellings, inflammation. Absence of constriction. Absence of pain. A long walk in the sunlight toward the mountain. A long walk in the sunlight toward the mountain might be one more invented memory (but I did walk there), or a fantasy cobbled out of desire, some book, invention and memory, still. Yes, it’s going to rain again. Like an old woman in a story, I feel it in my shoulders, my left knee— a vague ache, numbness, nothing more certain or defined. Swallows who’ve built their nests under the roof tiles of the house across the way, swoop, zigzag, perch, then disappear. This street, like others, is a palimpsest, not “mine,” but one of mine, how many years? The smell of cigarette smoke wafts upstairs. The smell of cigarette smoke wafts upstairs— Awake, alert, the morning round the bend, what do you say to your friend, as you watch your friend give in to existential despair? . . . I think on the roof terrace, in the glare of just-past-noon. Nothing has happened but coffee, weather (rainstorms), and unend- ing conversations on a screen. Elsewhere (again) he, she, London, Houston, Oslo, Paris, which always healed me, till it stopped, send news: books, travel, politics, explosion. There’s war close by, though nobody I know is in it—yet. The temperature dropped. The clouds move, and I follow their motion. The clouds move, and I follow their motion out on the terrace, littered with laundry-frames and clotheslines, parched plants, two geraniums bravely in leaf. Birdshit. Green hose on the ground. Black wrought iron chair, cushion that goes on it, waterlogged now. Clouds overhead. Here comes the storm. Thunder. A week of rain. It drums on the skylight, splattering commotion. Hailstorm. It has been “a cold spring.” Julie’s daughter, an ocean away, plus half a continent (grew up here), is filling her in—the complexities of her twenties, chores, choices, everyday possibility cross-country drives, a boyfriend, other skies. Cross-country drives with Julie, other skies of other decades—Greenville to Tucson, a campsite in a state park, on a mountain, improvised food, insects, epiphanies of southwest sunsets, and the backstories, —all-American cliché—that we’d recount, in earnest belief it had been ours to choose. On the road from somewhere to elsewhere, worries in duffle bag, car boot. I’d like to take off now, across a valley, up and over a mountain (the roads are good, and I’ve good walking shoes). Conifers, a small lake, birdsong. A fox? a squirrel? runs for cover, Except, of course, I never learned to drive. Except, of course, I never learned to drive— I was eleven. Life changed. My father died. My mother inconveniently went mad. I got through high school and got out alive. Some distant college might have seen me thrive, (take driving lessons that I never had). What didn’t happen’s heavily beside the point. I’m old, arthritic, more gratified by an alert and unimpeded Now, walking up the school road, with a cane, looking at mountains, with a bit of longing for how I once walked, but walking every morning and afternoon: church, buvette, stone house, bungalow, buying asparagus, an aubergine. . . .
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Recept voor k3ab ghazal voor ongeveer 34 stuks dacht ik. Meng alle 'deeg' ingrediënten samen behalve het water. Voeg het water beetje bij beetje toe en kneed dit goed samen.
The title of Andrew Frisardi's The Moon on Elba comes from one of its poems, a beautiful ghazal, striking in its graceful blend of form and intelligent feeling. The book's opening poems include the Audenesque meditation "Word" and a character poem, "The Jeweler," in which marvels are found, ironically, in the mundane. Frisardi writes of bedtime when we "undress-rehearse for death." He offers a Covid poem in Sapphics and a lovely ballade for "That singing contradiction," the late Timothy Murphy. | Author: Andrew Frisardi | Publisher: Wiseblood Books | Publication Date: Mar 01, 2023 | Number of Pages: 96 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1951319397 | ISBN-13: 9781951319397
‘Ain Ghazal is a site of archaeological significance dating back to the Neolithic period on the outskirts of Amman, the capital of Jordan. Occupied from around 7200 to 5000 BC, ‘Ain Gha…
