<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183</id><updated>2012-02-20T18:08:26.228+01:00</updated><category term='poesia araba'/><category term='sufi'/><category term='racconti mondo arabo'/><category term='abbigliamento mondo arabo'/><category term='racconti di giuha'/><category term='libri'/><category term='modi di dire'/><category term='calligrafia araba'/><category term='pensieri d&apos;oriente'/><category term='mondo islam'/><category term='nomi arabi e il loro significato'/><category term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>un tè alla menta</title><subtitle type='html'>Storie dal mondo arabo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3525952237591267188</id><published>2012-02-12T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:58:30.084+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>la poesia araba di Nizar Gabbani</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; document.oncontextmenu = function(){return false;} &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwGt2nGNGl8/TzWTBi0sKUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4GxwfRo85u0/s1600/abbraccio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwGt2nGNGl8/TzWTBi0sKUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4GxwfRo85u0/s1600/abbraccio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oggi è tornato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Come se niente fosse accaduto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Con gli occhi innocenti di un bambino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;È tornato per dirmi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Che sono la compagna della sua vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;il suo unico vero amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;È venuto portando fiori, come posso respingerlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;la mia gioventù dipinta sulle sue labbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ricordo ancora, con il sangue in fiamme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;quando mi rifugiavo tra le sue braccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e nascondevo la testa sul suo petto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;come un bimbo che ritorna dai genitori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anche i miei abiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Erano felici,danzavo innanzi a lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gli domandai come stava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Piansi per ore sulla sua spalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Per poi addormentarmi come un uccellino tra le sue mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dimenticando tutto il mio dolore in un istante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chi ha mai detto che ho sofferto per colpa sua!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quante volte ho detto che non sarei tornata da lui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quant’è dolce però il ritorno a lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gabbani'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwGt2nGNGl8/TzWTBi0sKUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4GxwfRo85u0/s72-c/abbraccio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-4805748586133534399</id><published>2012-02-02T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:33:14.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri d&apos;oriente'/><title type='text'>Pensieri d'oriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyP-p0Bxl2o/Tyr9V2wsiRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mGTEh-AjP10/s1600/the+beggar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyP-p0Bxl2o/Tyr9V2wsiRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mGTEh-AjP10/s400/the+beggar.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; L’essenza dello sviluppo, sta o dovrebbe stare ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;nel migliorare la qualità di vita dei più poveri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muhammad Yunus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Muhammad Yunus ha vinto il premio Nobel per la pace nel 2006. E' famoso per aver fondato il primo istituto di micro-credito ed è soprannominato il "banchiere dei poveri".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-4805748586133534399?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/4805748586133534399/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/02/pensieri-doriente.html#comment-form' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4805748586133534399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4805748586133534399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/02/pensieri-doriente.html' title='Pensieri d&apos;oriente'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyP-p0Bxl2o/Tyr9V2wsiRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/mGTEh-AjP10/s72-c/the+beggar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5780953584191422368</id><published>2012-01-20T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:34:34.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbi di Abu Dhabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;proverbi e modi di dire popolari negli Emirati Arabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AuEQsILhomY/TxndziPWGkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PfQHdXLmfWY/s1600/arab+man.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AuEQsILhomY/TxndziPWGkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PfQHdXLmfWY/s400/arab+man.JPG" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;إذا ريت الريال تعلب بالحاها العب بلحيتك شراها&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Idha reit-il-riyal til’ab bilhaha, il’ab blihiatik shiraha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Se vedi un uomo strofinarsi la barba, strofinati la tua”, ovvero: “Quando a Roma vai, fai come vedrai”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;الحيلة ما توصل دار&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Al-hila matwassil dar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"L’inganno non apre alcuna porta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;اليمر يخلف رماد&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Al-Yamer yikhallif ramad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Il carbone diventa cenere”, ovvero i genitori (carbone che brucia) non sono sempre da incolpare per le malefatte dei figli (cenere), dato che una brutte indole può sopraffare la buona educazione ricevuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;الخير في بطن الشر&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Traslitterazione: Al-khair fi batn al-sharr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“C’è un po’ di bontà nel cuore (letteralmente, nella pancia) del diavolo”, ovvero: “In ogni male risiede un po’ di bene”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;الغرقان يتعلق بالشبو&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Il-ghargan yitt-allag bil-shabou]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Un uomo che sta affogando si aggrappa ad un’alga”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;المستعجل ما كل قرصه ني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Al-mista’jil makil ghirsa nay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Quel che si cuoce in fretta è mezzo crudo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;بيضة اليوم ولا ديايه باكر&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Baidha el-yoam wala diyaya baaker]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Meglio un uovo oggi che una gallina domani.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;اربط صبعك وكل بينعت لك دواء&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Traslitterazione: Urbut isba’ak wilkul bi-yena’tlack dawaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Fasciati la mano e tutti ti prescriveranno delle medicine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;احضر على مالك ولا سبعه من عمالك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Traslitterazione: Ihdhar ala-malik wala sab’a min ommalak]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Occupati tu stesso, e non sette dei tuoi dipendenti, del tuo denaro (dei tuoi affari)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;المسافر له في البحر طريق&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Traslitterazione: Al-mussafer lahu fil-bahar tireeg]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Un viaggiatore trova un sentiero nel mare”, ovvero: “C’è sempre una via d’uscita”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5780953584191422368?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5780953584191422368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/01/proverbi-di-abu-dhabi.html#comment-form' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5780953584191422368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5780953584191422368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/01/proverbi-di-abu-dhabi.html' title='Proverbi di Abu Dhabi'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AuEQsILhomY/TxndziPWGkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PfQHdXLmfWY/s72-c/arab+man.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3584457962124195201</id><published>2012-01-03T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:56:00.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Le odalische</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XWfQZOHLZo/TwN3QXOpWMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/biwiFKu3Jjw/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XWfQZOHLZo/TwN3QXOpWMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/biwiFKu3Jjw/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Negli harem ottomani, ogni componente femminile proveniva dal mercato degli schiavi o da un territorio conquistato, quale preda di guerra; oppure era un dono fatto al sultano da sua madre (validè sultàn), dalle sue sorelle o da un alto funzionario dello Stato, che solitamente provvedevano a una prima educazione della ragazza. Di norma si trattava di ragazze accuratamente scelte, non comuni per bellezza e altre doti. &amp;nbsp;Ve ne erano di tre tipi: quelle relativamente anziane, adibite al basso servizio; altre acquistate ancora bambine, all'età di cinque o sei anni, alle quali nel Palazzo venivano insegnate musica, danza, etichetta e letteratura; e infine le più belle, con un’età compresa fra i quindici e i vent'anni. Giunte a Palazzo, ricevevano un nuovo nome e una ulteriore istruzione. Tutte dovevano studiare bene il turco, saper leggere il Corano e conoscere storia turca e religione islamica. A questo punto diventavano &amp;nbsp;"novizie" poi, con il &amp;nbsp;passare del tempo potevano diventare &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;kalfa&lt;/i&gt;, e semmai alla fine &lt;i&gt;usta&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Le usta &amp;nbsp;(dall'arabo ustaz= professore, maestro) erano le odalische di più alto grado, servivano di persona il sultano, ricevevano stipendi consistenti e potevano dimettersi quando lo desideravano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tutte le odalische,("odalisca" significa "cameriera" da oda= stanza) dall'ultima novizia alla tesoriera in capo, percepivano un salario giornaliero in aspri d'argento, a seconda delle rispettive mansioni, mentre il loro abbigliamento era pagato dal Tesoro del Palazzo; in occasioni di feste e di nascite ricevevano ricchi doni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tutte le domestiche, dopo nove anni di servizio, se lo desideravano, potevano lasciare il Palazzo e anche sposarsi; veniva rilasciato loro un "certificato di liberazione". A quelle che si sposavano, oltre ai doni delle amiche e della validè, venivano dati un anello di diamanti, orecchini di diamanti, un orologio d'oro, porta bicchieri d'argento, due cucchiai e il corredo per la casa; ma quando se ne andavano dopo un servizio più prolungato (diciotto anni e più) ricevevano anche case e terreni, oppure pensioni. &amp;nbsp;Le odalische vergini, o apprendiste, vivevano in due appartamenti separati dal resto dell'harem, dove cucivano, ricamavano, e studiavano. Imparavano musica, danza o canto e le regole dell'etichetta di corte. La validè sultàn sceglieva fra queste il proprio seguito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Divenute più abili nelle rispettive mansioni, venivano chiamate &lt;i&gt;kalfa&lt;/i&gt;. A seconda delle loro qualità e della loro bellezza venivano destinate al servizio negli alloggi del sultano, delle "signore" del sultano, della validè, dei prìncipi, delle favorite. Vi erano tre gradi di kalfa; e di solito il sultano stesso sceglieva quelle di primo grado, che sapevano suonare, cantare, scrivere poesie e istruire le apprendiste. Quelle di secondo grado dirigevano le novizie e le cameriere comuni. Quelle di terzo grado servivano le prime e le seconde.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Le odalische alternavano una settimana di lavoro ad una di riposo, con turni rigidamente fissati che iniziavano ogni venerdì. Ogni notte un gruppo di kalfa, dalle 15 alle 20, sorvegliava gli alloggi e pattugliava tutte le stanze e i giardini. Ogni giovedì si procedeva alle pulizie comuni, e all'inizio di ogni mese le cameriere comuni si dedicavano alle pulizie generali. In definitiva la vita nell'&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/harem.html"&gt;harem&lt;/a&gt; era si una vita di lusso, di agi, ma non di stravizi, dissolutezze e snervanti piaceri come hanno fatto credere i molti viaggiatori dei secoli passati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ill:&amp;nbsp;Le Odalische di M.Belloni (XIX sec.) La favorita dell'Harem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-3584457962124195201?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/3584457962124195201/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-odalische.html#comment-form' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3584457962124195201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3584457962124195201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2012/01/le-odalische.html' title='Le odalische'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XWfQZOHLZo/TwN3QXOpWMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/biwiFKu3Jjw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-4265862958168997193</id><published>2011-12-10T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:18:23.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>la poesia araba di Nazìh Abu 'Afash</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-219KWg8N7ro/Tt098AW2JQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/jNXaXGo_RAk/s1600/femme_hoggar_allusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-219KWg8N7ro/Tt098AW2JQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/jNXaXGo_RAk/s1600/femme_hoggar_allusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buon giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Che Dio mi guardi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; non voglio dirti: addio,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;poiché questo significherebbe che ogni cosa è ormai trascorsa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I passeri, la musica, e le semplici passeggiate serotine nei quartieri vicini,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;il brodo caldo sul piccolo desco,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; le effimere liti di cui non si può fare a meno,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; la gioia per le prime parole del fanciullo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;gli amici che visiteremo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i regali promessici... e che senz'altro verranno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La pioggia, l'erba, i libri,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e tutte le cose... tutte le cose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dio mi guardi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;non voglio dirti addio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ma solo... sorriderò e ti dirò:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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font-family: arabolical; font-size: 21px;"&gt;le babbucce marocchine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSqVgASGmnI/TtakQEL3gBI/AAAAAAAAArk/4xLFQCAYgOY/s1600/babbucce+marocchine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NSqVgASGmnI/TtakQEL3gBI/AAAAAAAAArk/4xLFQCAYgOY/s1600/babbucce+marocchine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nel Maghreb, ma soprattutto in Marocco, gli abiti tradizionali come la &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt; e il kaftan, si indossano accompagnandoli alle tipiche babbucce dai vari colori, che tappezzano le pareti delle botteghe dei calzolai. Le "balgha o belgha" sono portate soprattutto dagli uomini. Solitamente sono gialle o bianche, hanno la suola piatta e il tallone ripiegato o assente, per poter essere tolte più facilmente quando si entra in casa o nella moschea. La punta appuntita dona loro la forma tanto caratteristica. Le "cherbils o sherbils" sono le babbucce usate dalle donne. Possono essere di vari colori:giallo, rosso, grigio, ricoperte di velluto o ricamate con fili d’oro, avere una larga suola ed anche un piccolo tacco, ma come le balgha sono sprovviste di tallone. Nei paesi berberi, le cherbils sono ricamate &amp;nbsp;con motivi geometrici o ornate con delle perle. In passato le babbucce gialle erano riservate solo agli uomini. Si dice che le uniche donne che le indossavano di questo colore erano le prostitute per farsi distinguere e attirare i clienti. In inverno le cherbils possono essere abbinate a dei gambaletti ascendenti fino a metà gamba per proteggere i piedi dal freddo. La lavorazione delle babbucce è compito del Kharraz (calzolaio, da cui deriva &amp;nbsp;il nome di " Kharrazine" quartiere dei calzolai) il quale utilizza solitamente pelle di capra per la parte superiore e pelle di vitello per la suola. Le due parti possono poi essere assemblate in tre modi: cucite a mano, a macchina o incollate. Le babbucce più pregiate sono quelle cucite a mano, le altre vengono utilizzate soprattutto in casa. Per la produzione di un paio di babbucce il calzolaio impiega generalmente 10 ore di lavoro. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWz4jHiZB8k/TtagRG-D7FI/AAAAAAAAArU/DMsMznctEE4/s1600/goccia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWz4jHiZB8k/TtagRG-D7FI/AAAAAAAAArU/DMsMznctEE4/s400/goccia.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Una goccia d’acqua gocciò da una nube&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e si stupì vergognosa vedendo il vasto mare:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Chi sono io” disse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“di fronte all’oceano immenso?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Davvero, se Lui è, io nulla sono!”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ma un grido sorse dal mare:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Non vestirti il volto di vergogna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;per la tua piccolezza!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tu hai visto albe e tramonti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hai visto i prati, hai visto pianure e deserti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hai carezzato l’erba, hai cavalcato le nubi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;luccicante di sole!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei stata in compagnia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;di labbra assetate nella steppa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sei stata confidente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;del petto lacerato dei fiori:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diventa ora perla,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e vivi nell’abbraccio del mare,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vivi più scintillante che stella,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;più brillante che luna!”.&lt;br /&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfzMEHqqQcI/Ttaero4PzSI/AAAAAAAAArM/xIXL-A9UtpU/s1600/allahu-akbar-carey-muhammad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfzMEHqqQcI/Ttaero4PzSI/AAAAAAAAArM/xIXL-A9UtpU/s400/allahu-akbar-carey-muhammad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;L’ &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/aid-al-fitr.html"&gt;Eid al- Fitr&lt;/a&gt; (detta anche Eid al-Saghyr, festa minore) si celebra alla fine del mese lunare di Ramadan , il primo giorno di shawwal ed è una festa che dura 3 giorni. Il suo nome significa letteralmente "festa dell’interruzione (del digiuno)". Si festeggia con parenti e amici il completamento di un mese di benedizioni e di gioia. Durante gli ultimi giorni del &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadan.html"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/a&gt;, ogni famiglia musulmana fa anche una donazione ai poveri conosciuta come sadaqah al-Fitr o zakatul-Fitr. Si tratta di una piccola quantità di cibo da dare in beneficenza alle persone più povere in modo che possano mangiare e festeggiare l’&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/08/le-buone-regole-del-eid.html" target="_blank"&gt;Eid&lt;/a&gt; . Tale importo è separato dal pagamento annuale di zakat , che è uno dei&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-pilastri-dellislam-arkan-al-islam.html" target="_blank"&gt; pilastri dell'Islam&lt;/a&gt;, infatti a differenza di zakat, che è calcolato annualmente in percentuale di ricchezza in più, il sadaqah al-Fitr deve essere pagato ugualmente da ogni musulmano uomo, donna e bambino, alla fine del Ramadan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Molto importante in questi giorni di festa è anche la preghiera che generalmente ha luogo quando il sole “sorge sopra l’orizzonte della lunghezza di una lancia” (vale a dire la mattina presto) anche se ogni &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-moschea.html" target="_blank"&gt;moschea&lt;/a&gt; fissa la propria ora. Il fedele prima di recarsi alla moschea deve compiere un bagno rituale ed indossare i suoi abiti migliori perché un giorno di festa deve essere distinto da un giorno normale. Il momento della preghiera è sempre seguito dalla khutba cioè la predica &amp;nbsp;e al termine i fedeli si alzano, abbracciano la famiglia e gli amici dicendo : “Saha eidkoum” o “Mabrouk eidkoum”. E ‘inoltre il momento per riconciliarsi con le persone con cui non si parla più, e di perdonarsi l’un l’altro.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Infine si rientra &amp;nbsp;a casa, lungo un percorso diverso da quello fatto durante l’andata&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F25482501%2Feid-al-fitr-mubarak&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-4624570754118293975?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/4624570754118293975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-al-fitr-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4624570754118293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4624570754118293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-al-fitr-mubarak.html' title='Eid al - Fitr Mubarak'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfzMEHqqQcI/Ttaero4PzSI/AAAAAAAAArM/xIXL-A9UtpU/s72-c/allahu-akbar-carey-muhammad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2492919570394985073</id><published>2011-08-15T04:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:13:44.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufi'/><title type='text'>Bayazid al- Bistami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzYk76bTSAg/Ttad4iinewI/AAAAAAAAArE/Qtg4C2oWQD4/s1600/bayazid+al+bistami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzYk76bTSAg/Ttad4iinewI/AAAAAAAAArE/Qtg4C2oWQD4/s1600/bayazid+al+bistami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tayfur Abu Yazid al-Bistami, conosciuto anche come Bayazid Bistami è considerato uno dei primi importanti maestri sufi dell'Islam. Bayazid, agiva talvolta deliberatamente contro le forme e i rituali esteriori dell'Islam e una volta accadde che, di ritorno dalla Mecca, si fermasse nella città iraniana di Rey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cittadini che lo veneravano, si precipitarono ad accoglierlo creando una grande agitazione nella città. Bayazid che era proprio stanco di quell'adulazione, attese finché non giunse al mercato. Là comprò una pagnotta e iniziò a sbocconcellarla di fronte a tutti i suoi seguaci. Era un giorno di digiuno nel mese di &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-il-mese-sacro.html"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/a&gt;, ma Bayazid riteneva che il suo viaggio giustificasse pienamente l'infrazione alla regola religiosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I suoi seguaci non la pensavano però così. Rimasero così scandalizzati dal suo comportamento che lo lasciarono immediatamente solo e tornarono a casa. Bayazid soddisfatto, fece osservare a un discepolo: "Nota come nel momento in cui ho fatto qualcosa di contrario alle loro aspettative la loro venerazione per me è scomparsa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=112807512142346&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F25443848%2Fbayazid-al-bistami&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2492919570394985073?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2492919570394985073/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/08/bayazid-al-bistami.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2492919570394985073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2492919570394985073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/08/bayazid-al-bistami.html' title='Bayazid al- Bistami'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzYk76bTSAg/Ttad4iinewI/AAAAAAAAArE/Qtg4C2oWQD4/s72-c/bayazid+al+bistami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-4966363605656924210</id><published>2011-07-31T07:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:17:09.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Il Ramadan e la "Notte del Destino"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtoItJmRsO8/TtacmmiK0XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/j4R67Trz56I/s1600/Prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtoItJmRsO8/TtacmmiK0XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/j4R67Trz56I/s400/Prayer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Era il mese di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-il-mese-sacro.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt; dell'anno 610 e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-nomi-arabi.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" target="_blank"&gt;Muhammad ibn Abd-Allah ibn Abd al-Muttalib,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt; della tribù dei Quraysh della Mecca, si era ritirato in meditazione, in una grotta del monte Hira, nelle vicinanze della città. Era un ritiro spirituale che Muhammad compiva ogni anno conformemente alla tradizione degli hunafa, i puri monoteisti che seguivano il culto di Abramo e Ismaele. In una delle ultime notti del mese, all'improvviso gli apparve una creatura di luce, che lo scosse violentemente ordinandogli: “Iqra!”, “Leggi!”. Atterrito, Muhammad rispose che era analfabeta, non sapeva leggere e, di nuovo, l’essere di luce lo strinse quasi a soffocarlo, recitando:“Leggi, nel nome del tuo Signore che creo', creo' l’uomo da un’aderenza. Leggi, il tuo Signore è il Generosissimo, che ha insegnato all’uomo l’uso del càlamo, gli ha insegnato cio' che non sapeva”. &amp;nbsp;“O Muhammad tu sei il messaggero di Allah e io sono Gabriele”. In quella notte, chiamata Làylat-l-qàdr &amp;nbsp;“Notte del Potere” o anche “Notte del Destino”, Allah rivelò al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-profeta-maometto.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" target="_blank"&gt;Profeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt; il Corano. La consuetudine islamica, appoggiandosi su alcune tradizioni, ha individuato nella 27°notte del mese, la fatidica notte ( inizia al tramonto del 26° giorno di Ramadan) e ne ha fatto una ricorrenza liturgica di grande importanza. In questa notte Allah decreta il destino della creazione &amp;nbsp;per l’anno a venire e gli angeli con &amp;nbsp;Jibril, scendono sulla terra con le benedizioni del Signore, portando ad ogni cosa il suo destino. Nelle moschee e nelle case musulmane, si veglia, si legge il Corano, si chiede perdono ad Allah e si invocano la Sua Grazia e la Sua Misericordia per tutto l'anno a venire. Layla al-Qadr è descritta come "migliore di mille mesi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Buon Ramadan&amp;nbsp; a tutti i musulmani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLCZ6ZtcPbU/TGKFnVH22TI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GhP08w6wAy0/s400/ramadan_kareem.jpg" style="display: block; height: 99px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=112807512142346&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F25307584%2Fil-ramadan-e-la-notte-del-destino&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-4966363605656924210?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/4966363605656924210/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-ramadan-e-la-notte-del-destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4966363605656924210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4966363605656924210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-ramadan-e-la-notte-del-destino.html' title='Il Ramadan e la &quot;Notte del Destino&quot;'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtoItJmRsO8/TtacmmiK0XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/j4R67Trz56I/s72-c/Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-6372009185539864526</id><published>2011-07-16T03:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:28:28.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calligrafia araba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomi arabi e il loro significato'/><title type='text'>I nomi arabi e il loro significato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1BjWXmVPcY/TtablNBuH7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/XVo0VHTVVNY/s1600/Al%25C3%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1BjWXmVPcY/TtablNBuH7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/XVo0VHTVVNY/s1600/Al%25C3%25AC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nel mondo arabo, quasi tutti i nomi di persona hanno un significato ed è dovere dei genitori, quando nasce un bambino musulmano, scegliere un nome che gli si addica e che gli porti benefici per tutta la vita. Sovente vengono anche dati ai bambini &amp;nbsp;nomi di membri della Famiglia del &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-profeta-maometto.html"&gt;Profeta&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;dei Profeti precedenti o dei personaggi della storia islamica. In questo caso non è tanto il significato che viene considerato, ma le qualità che furono manifestate dalla persona che lo portava. Eccone alcuni :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alì&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; è uno dei &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-nomi-arabi.html" target="_blank"&gt;nomi arabi&lt;/a&gt; più comuni e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliyya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliyyah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;rappresentano le varianti femminili. Significa “ elevato, sublime” e la diffusione del nome tra i musulmani è dovuta principalmente alla figura di Alì ibn-Abi-Talib (sec. VI-VII), cugino del profeta Maometto e sposo di sua figlia Fatima, il quarto dei Califfi (all'origine, i successori di Maometto) ed il primo degli Imam (=guida) della religione sciita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fatimah &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;فاطمة&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Fatima &lt;/strong&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Fatma&lt;/strong&gt;, significa “astenersi” o anche “colei che è allontanata dal fuoco” &amp;nbsp;Era il nome della &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-mano-di-fatima.html"&gt;figlia prediletta&lt;/a&gt; del profeta Maometto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;designata da lui come "la più nobile donna del Paradiso"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I nomi preceduti da "Abd" invece, hanno una caratteristica particolare. La parola araba ‘abd equivale a “servo” ed è sempre seguita da uno dei 99 nomi di Dio o da quello di Dio stesso, avremo così:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd –al – Aziz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;عبد العزيز&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-l-&lt;/span&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Azîz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servo dell’Onnipotente".E’ stato il nome del primo re della moderna Arabia Saudita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd-al-Hamid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;o &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;عبد الحميد&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-l-&lt;u&gt;H&lt;/u&gt;amîd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servitore del lodato". Nome di due sultani dell'impero ottomano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd-al-Kader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o &lt;strong&gt;Abd-al-Qadir&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;عبد القادر&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-l-Qâdir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servo del potente". Era il nome di un &amp;nbsp;leader della resistenza algerina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd-Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; variante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;عبد الله&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-Llah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servo di Dio" era il nome del padre del profeta Maometto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd-al-Malik&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;هبد الملك&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-l-Malik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servo del re". Nome del quinto califfo omayyade, che ha fatto l'arabo la lingua ufficiale dell'impero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abd-Al-Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; o &lt;strong&gt;Abdul-Rahman&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="RTL"&gt;عبد الرحمان&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdu-r-Ra&lt;u&gt;h&lt;/u&gt;mân&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"servo del misericordioso". Nome di due primi califfi della dinastia omayyade in Spagna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=224390437594065&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F25099425%2Fi-nomi-arabi-e-il-loro-significato&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-6372009185539864526?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/6372009185539864526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-nomi-arabi-e-il-loro-significato.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6372009185539864526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6372009185539864526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-nomi-arabi-e-il-loro-significato.html' title='I nomi arabi e il loro significato'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1BjWXmVPcY/TtablNBuH7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/XVo0VHTVVNY/s72-c/Al%25C3%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-7286797948068488968</id><published>2011-07-02T07:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:07:16.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio arabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: arabolical; font-size: 21px;"&gt;Burqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omPy2FRTvfI/TtaVDxvFYOI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PbX4VT7AAqQ/s1600/burqa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omPy2FRTvfI/TtaVDxvFYOI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PbX4VT7AAqQ/s320/burqa.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il burqa, (dall'arabo burqu) è un capo d'abbigliamento tradizionale delle donne di alcuni paesi di religione islamica. Con &amp;nbsp;termine burqa si possono intendere &amp;nbsp;due tipi di vestiti diversi: il primo è una sorta di velo che copre interamente la testa &amp;nbsp;e permette di vedere solo attraverso una finestrella all'altezza degli occhi che vengono lasciati scoperti. Generalmente usato in India e in Pakistan è conosciuto soprattutto con il nome di niqab. L'altra forma, chiamata anche burqa completo o burqa afghano, è un abito, solitamente di colore blu, che copre sia la&amp;nbsp; testa sia il corpo. Munito di una griglia che serve a nascondere gli occhi, si indossa sopra i vestiti quotidiani usuali quando si deve uscire da casa. Non è portato in casa in presenza della famiglia. Il burqa è stato introdotto in Afghanistan all'inizio del 1900 durante il regno di Habibullah, che lo impose alle duecento donne del suo &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/harem.html"&gt;harem&lt;/a&gt;, in modo tale da "non indurre in tentazione" gli uomini quando esse si fossero trovate fuori dalla residenza reale.&amp;nbsp; Divenne così un capo per le donne dei ceti superiori, in modo tale da essere protette dagli sguardi del popolo. &amp;nbsp; Fino agli anni '50 era prerogativa dei più abbienti ma pian piano, cominciò a diffondersi &amp;nbsp;in tutto il paese. Successivamente gli stessi ceti elevati iniziarono a non farne più uso, però &amp;nbsp;nel frattempo era diventato un capo ambito anche dai ceti poveri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ci sono prove che questo tipo di abito è stato indossato da alcune donne arabe e persiane molto prima dell'Islam.Ad esempio, il romano africano cristiano Tertulliano , scrivendo " Il velo delle vergini" attorno al 200 dC, al capitolo 17, loda la modestia di quelle "donne pagane d'Arabia", che "non solo usavano coprirsi il capo, ma tutto il loro volto ... preferendo godere metà della luce con un occhio piuttosto che prostituire le loro viso. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burnous o selham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;thobe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;chador&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;babbucce marocchine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; 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"Quando un grande amico ci offende, dobbiamo scrivere sulla sabbia, così che il vento dell'oblio e del perdono lo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;possano eliminare, ma quando fà qualcosa di grande, dobbiamo scrivere sulla pietra la memoria del cuore, così che il vento o qualsiasi altra cosa al mondo non potrà mai cancellarlo!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24627990%2Fleggenda-araba&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7212464255558019281?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7212464255558019281/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/05/leggenda-araba.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7212464255558019281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7212464255558019281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/05/leggenda-araba.html' title='Leggenda araba'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vUhI9vI-kA/TtVW2TVYQlI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ee92MXSM9lg/s72-c/scrivano+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2073857076632574161</id><published>2011-05-07T03:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:01:54.009+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>La poesia araba di Mahmùd Darwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6m-vcg-m8o/TtVVeo9H04I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tBAyzTRkldY/s1600/Mother+and+Child+1875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6m-vcg-m8o/TtVVeo9H04I/AAAAAAAAAqI/tBAyzTRkldY/s400/Mother+and+Child+1875.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Per mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bramo il pane di mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;il caffé di mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;il tocco di mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cresce &amp;nbsp;in me l’infanzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;giorno dopo giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ed amo la mia vita… perché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nell'ora della mia morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mi vergogno delle lacrime di mia madre !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E se tornassi indietro un giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;prendimi &amp;nbsp;velo per &amp;nbsp;tue ciglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e copri le mie ossa con erba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;benedetta dalla tua caviglia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E stringi le mie catene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;con un ricciolo dei tuoi capelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;con un filo penzolante dall’orlo del tuo vestito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forse diverrei un dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;un dio diverrei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;se toccassi le profondità del tuo cuore !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se tornassi indietro … usami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;combustibile nella fornace del tuo fuoco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;corda da panni sul tetto della tua casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;perché divenni debole per stare in piedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;senza la tua preghiera giornaliera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diventai vecchio decrepito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Restituiscimi le stelle dell’infanzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;così che io,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;condivida con i piccoli uccelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;il percorso di ritorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;verso il nido della tua attesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per mia madre&lt;/em&gt;”, è stata scritta da Mahmud Darwish &amp;nbsp;durante un periodo di prigionia; racconta la nostalgia di un figlio incarcerato per sua madre, e’ la confessione di un sentimento personale ed universale al tempo stesso, tanto che è diventata una canzone popolare conosciuta in tutto il mondo arabo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ill:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coptic Mother and Child, 1875, painting by Frederick Goodall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24529328%2Fla-poesia-araba-di-mahmud-darwish&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Paix -&amp;nbsp;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Pace -&amp;nbsp;Frieden&amp;nbsp;- Paz-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;الــســــلام&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFxOZ3kGHEU/TtVUL2yRdTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ae0G6MDnRw4/s1600/call.araba+pace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFxOZ3kGHEU/TtVUL2yRdTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ae0G6MDnRw4/s400/call.araba+pace.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Rispettare qualcuno, rispettare la sua storia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; significa considerare che appartiene alla stessa umanità,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e non ad una umanità diversa , ad un’umanità inferiore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Amin Maalouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24449680%2Fpace&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-6235492367503051531?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/6235492367503051531/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/04/pace.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6235492367503051531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6235492367503051531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/04/pace.html' title='Pace'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFxOZ3kGHEU/TtVUL2yRdTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ae0G6MDnRw4/s72-c/call.araba+pace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-4213767011379042498</id><published>2011-03-26T06:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:51:38.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Harem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFc0kzCxHlA/TtVTL0DE0fI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T0TbYQn7L6w/s1600/harem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFc0kzCxHlA/TtVTL0DE0fI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T0TbYQn7L6w/s1600/harem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;L’ harem (dall’arabo “harim” che significa “luogo” proibito, sacro, inviolabile), fin dai tempi più antichi, ha esercitato sull’occidente un fascino quasi ossessivo, ispirando centinaia di dipinti orientalisti del diciottesimo, diciannovesimo e ventesimo secolo, ma &amp;nbsp;è necessario fare una distinzione tra due tipi di &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-piazza-meta-del-mondo-di-esfahan.html" target="_blank"&gt;harem&lt;/a&gt;: quelli imperiali e quelli domestici.&lt;br /&gt; I primi esistevano quando l’imperatore, il suo visir, i generali, gli esattori delle tasse etc. avevano influenza e denaro sufficienti a comperare centinaia e a volte migliaia di schiavi dai territori conquistati e quindi provvedere alle ingenti spese di gestione domestica. Fiorirono con la dinastia degli Omayyadi, una dinastia araba del settimo secolo stabilitasi a Damasco, per finire poi nel 1909 con gli Ottomani, quando l’ultimo sultano, Abdelhamid II, venne deposto dalle potenze occidentali &amp;nbsp;e il suo harem fu smantellato.&lt;br /&gt; Capo supremo era il sultano il quale poteva scegliere tra le bellissime schiave che popolavano il suo harem, la propria donna (una o più, sino a quattro) e le sue favorite. La scelta doveva essere fatta con molta cura e &amp;nbsp;approvata dalla "validè sultàn"( madre del sultano). Queste donne erano poi &amp;nbsp;istruite in varie arti e discipline e a loro spettava il titolo di “hàtùn” che venne in seguito cambiato con “kaden efendi”(signora). Tutte loro avevano un appartamento privato nell'harem e un seguito di cameriere. Le stanze, disposte attorno ad un cortiletto avevano ingressi sorvegliati da eunuchi durante il giorno, e da &amp;nbsp;guardiane durante la notte. Tra tutti gli appartamenti, il più grande, dopo quello del sultano, era l'appartamento di sua madre, vera imperatrice, direttrice e padrona dell'harem. I sultani che amavano più di una donna dovevano sottostare ad una severa etichetta, che regolava le loro notti d'amore secondo un ordine ben definito. Il turno era fissato secondo la legge coranica in base alla quale il marito deve soddisfare tutte le mogli in modo paritario. Era la donna che si recava nella camera del sultano, non erano mai ammesse due donne contemporaneamente ed è falsa la notizia secondo la quale le donne si schieravano in attesa della visita del sultano, e questi passava davanti a loro lanciando un fazzoletto a quella che sceglieva per la notte. Con buona pace dei sognatori che popolano l'harem d'orge e di baccanali, del tutto contrari invece alla Legge islamica, la tabella che regolava il succedersi delle varie donne nella camera del sultano notte dopo notte era tenuta dalla tesoriera in capo e conosciuta da tutti. Tuttavia con alcuni sultani la vita nell'harem fu meno convenzionale.&lt;br /&gt; Gli harem domestici, sono invece quelli che continuarono ad esistere dopo il 1909, quando i musulmani persero il potere e le loro terre furono occupate e colonizzate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;La parola harem viene qui utilizzata, per indicare in generale la parte della casa che è riservata alle donne (&lt;em&gt;haremlik&lt;/em&gt;) ed è separata dalla zona degli uomini (&lt;em&gt;selamlık&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sono in pratica delle famiglie allargate dove &amp;nbsp;un uomo, i suoi figli e le loro mogli vivono nella stessa casa, uniscono le risorse, senza schiavi e senza eunuchi, e spesso con coppie monogamiche, dove tuttavia sopravvive l’usanza della reclusione femminile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ill:" Interior of a harem" di Leon Auguste Adolphe Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24359310%2Fharem&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-4213767011379042498?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/4213767011379042498/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/harem.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4213767011379042498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/4213767011379042498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/harem.html' title='Harem'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFc0kzCxHlA/TtVTL0DE0fI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T0TbYQn7L6w/s72-c/harem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5094285977684921556</id><published>2011-03-07T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:57:10.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>I libri di Najim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il sangue dei fiori&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;inizia così......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IE4JEOec2U/TtVQ4gdqFaI/AAAAAAAAApw/f7TKYwXeud4/s1600/Persian+Girls+Painting+by+Mehdi+Mehrvarz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="445" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IE4JEOec2U/TtVQ4gdqFaI/AAAAAAAAApw/f7TKYwXeud4/s400/Persian+Girls+Painting+by+Mehdi+Mehrvarz.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Prima non c'era e poi c'era. Prima di Dio non c'era niente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;C'era una volta, in un piccolo villaggio, una donna che desiderava tanto avere un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;figlio. Le aveva provate tutte:pregava assiduamente, prendeva pozioni di erbe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mangiava uova di tartaruga, spruzzava d'acqua le teste dei micini, ma senza alcun&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;risultato. Infine si recò in un cimitero lontano, dove c'era un antico leone di pietra, e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;strofinò il ventre sul fianco della statua. Nel momento in cui il leone tremò, nella donna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;si accese la speranza, e lei tornò a casa con la certezza che il suo più grande&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;desiderio sarebbe stato esaudito. Quando spuntò la luna nuova, lei diede alla luce la&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sua piccola, destinata a restare figlia unica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dal giorno della sua nascita, i genitori non ebbero occhi che per lei. Ogni settimana il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;padre la portava a fare lunghe passeggiate in montagna, trattandola come il figlio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;maschio che aveva sempre desiderato. La madre le insegnò a fare tinture, mettendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a macerare i fiori di cartamo, essicando le cocciniglie, le bucce di melagrana e i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;gusci di noci e annodando la lana tinta per fare tappeti. In breve tempo la ragazzina&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;imparò tutti i segreti della madre e si guadagnò la reputazione di miglior tessitrice tra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;le giovani del villaggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando compì quattordici anni, i genitori decisero che la loro figlia si doveva sposare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Per raggranellare il denaro necessario alla dote, il padre lavorò duramente nei campi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sperando in un buon raccolto, e la madre filò la lana fino a raggrinzirsi le dita, ma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nonostante i loro sforzi, la somma racimolata non era sufficiente. La ragazza pensò&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;che, per aiutarli a mettere insieme la sua dote, avrebbe potuto tessere un tappeto dai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;colori così brillanti da abbagliare gli occhi di chi lo guardava. Invece delle consuete&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tonalità di rosso e di marrone usate nel villaggio, il suo tappeto avrebbe dovuto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;risplendere dello stesso turchese di un cielo estivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La ragazza andò da Ibrahim il tintore, supplicandolo si svelarle il segreto del&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;turchese...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;di&amp;nbsp;Anita Amirrezvani&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;8 marzo festa della donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Auguri a tutte le donne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24238534%2Fi-libri-di-najim&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5094285977684921556?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5094285977684921556/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-libri-di-najim.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5094285977684921556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5094285977684921556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-libri-di-najim.html' title='I libri di Najim:'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IE4JEOec2U/TtVQ4gdqFaI/AAAAAAAAApw/f7TKYwXeud4/s72-c/Persian+Girls+Painting+by+Mehdi+Mehrvarz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-7721437026734330315</id><published>2011-02-13T07:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:30:47.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>La poesia araba di Nizar Qabbani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vRsx7LZzoI/TtVOCIaeuDI/AAAAAAAAApo/H7F-piNWeVE/s1600/musique_alger+mimosa+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vRsx7LZzoI/TtVOCIaeuDI/AAAAAAAAApo/H7F-piNWeVE/s1600/musique_alger+mimosa+copia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando sono innamorato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mi sento il re del tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;posseggo la terra e ciò che essa contiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ed entro nel sole con il mio cavallo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando sono innamorato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;considero lo Scià di Persia un mio suddito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;assoggetto la Cina al mio scettro, sposto i mari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;se volessi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fermerei i secondi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quando sono innamorato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mi trasformo in luce fluida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;che l'occhio non può guardare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e si trasformano le poesie sui miei quaderni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in campi di mimosa e di margherite.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;illustrazione&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farid-benyaa.com/casbah_alger.htm"&gt;www.farid-benyaa.com/casbah_alger.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F24087494%2Fla-poesia-araba-di-nizar-qabbani&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7721437026734330315?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7721437026734330315/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-poesia-araba-di-nizar-qabbani.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7721437026734330315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7721437026734330315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-poesia-araba-di-nizar-qabbani.html' title='La poesia araba di Nizar Qabbani'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vRsx7LZzoI/TtVOCIaeuDI/AAAAAAAAApo/H7F-piNWeVE/s72-c/musique_alger+mimosa+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2452296562098707037</id><published>2011-02-01T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:41:10.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio palestinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZaIfxDzEs/TtP-Ys970WI/AAAAAAAAApY/6qVsjTQw8Vs/s1600/il+fumatore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZaIfxDzEs/TtP-Ys970WI/AAAAAAAAApY/6qVsjTQw8Vs/s400/il+fumatore.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chi vuole fare qualcosa trova sempre il modo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;chi non vuole fare nulla trova sempre una scusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Qui veut faire quelque chose trouve un moyen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Qui ne veut rien faire trouve une excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illustrazione:&amp;nbsp;Le Fumeur 1903 di&amp;nbsp;Ludwig Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orientalist-art.org.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.orientalist-art.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F23968435%2Fproverbio-palestinese&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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font-size: 21px;"&gt;Chador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I31xdOj_EpM/TtP899LWKKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/duXukzx-y_M/s1600/chador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I31xdOj_EpM/TtP899LWKKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/duXukzx-y_M/s400/chador.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-moschea-di-bibi-khanum-e-la-leggenda.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chador&lt;/a&gt; è l'abito tradizionale iraniano. Il suo nome deriva dal persiano "ciâdar" e consiste in un tipo di mantello che copre il corpo e la testa facendo emergere solo il viso. Generalmente &amp;nbsp;nero e lungo fino ai piedi, ha la forma di un semi cerchio di stoffa senza fessure ed è tenuto chiuso con le mani o con i denti. In passato le donne indossavano dei chador bianchi o a fantasia e utilizzavano quelli di color nero solo per i funerali; il volto veniva coperto con un velo bianco rettangolare (ruband) che iniziava sotto gli occhi.&lt;br /&gt; Nel 1935 lo scià Reza Pahlavi, in connessione con il suo programma di modernizzazione, proibì l’uso di questo indumento. La polizia arrestava le donne che lo portavano e le obbligava a toglierlo. Questa norma scandalizzò il clero sciita e anche molte donne comuni, per le quali apparire in pubblico a viso scoperto era paragonabile alla nudità, ma venne accolta positivamente dai cittadini occidentalizzati e dagli uomini e dalle donne della classe dirigente, che vedevano la cosa in termini liberali come primo passo per garantire dei diritti alle donne.&lt;br /&gt; Dopo la rivoluzione islamica, nel 1979, il governo iraniano, intervenne nuovamente sulla questione e ripristinò l’uso del velo rendendolo obbligatorio nei luoghi pubblici &amp;nbsp;e seguendo le idee dell'Ayatollah Khomeini, si considerò il nero come colore ideale per questo indumento. Non venne però ripristinato l’uso del velo che copriva il viso. Il chador è comunque il simbolo dell’Iran, e della legge islamica che lo governa. Per alcune donne è garanzia di libertà e di protezione, per altre segno e strumento di oppressione. Oggigiorno, &amp;nbsp;le leggi che regolano la pratica dell'hijab sono diventate meno severe e il chador è popolare soprattutto &amp;nbsp;tra le donne più povere, che tendono ad essere più devote. Inoltre, la popolarità di questo indumento varia anche in base all'area geografica; ad esempio, quasi tutte le donne portano il chador a Esfahan ma poche donne lo portano a Teheran.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burnous o selham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;thobe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/06/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burqa&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;babbucce marocchine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWAsgYzyxD0/TtP44vqGY9I/AAAAAAAAApA/EWqYZscmwFs/s1600/trib%25C3%25B9+berbera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWAsgYzyxD0/TtP44vqGY9I/AAAAAAAAApA/EWqYZscmwFs/s400/trib%25C3%25B9+berbera.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;C'era una volta una tribù berbera, che viveva in mezzo alle montagne, chiamata Beni Shahih che significa Figli dell'Avarizia. In effetti, i componenti della tribù erano conosciuti da tutti per la loro taccagneria. I viandanti che si dovevano fermare a riposare nel loro villaggio, sapevano già che sarebbe stato loro offerto solo un pó di siero di latte allungato con acqua, beveraggio che di solito si dà ai cani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un giorno, un uomo della tribù, stanco di essere preso in giro con la sua gente per l'avarizia, pensò di dover liberare il villaggio da questa cattiva fama, riflettè a lungo e alla fine gli venne un'idea. Il giorno di mercato si recò sulla piazza, convocò a gran voce tutto il paese e disse: " É vergognoso che tutti ci considerino avari, dobbiamo cambiare e dare agli altri una prova di generosità e ospitalità ". Le sue parole furono accolte con entusiasmo e tutti chiesero che cosa dovessero fare. L'uomo disse: " Ognuno di noi, domani mattina, porterà un otre di ottimo siero con il quale riempiremo questa cisterna, cosi gli stranieri assetati che si troveranno a passare di qui, potranno bere invece dell'acqua dell'ottimo siero di latte. La notizia circolerà di paese in paese e tutti ci loderanno per la nostra generosità ". I presenti furono d'accordo e decisero di trovarsi la mattina seguente per riempire la cisterna. A casa però, ognuno riempì il proprio otre d'acqua, senza farne parola agli altri, in quanto ognuno pensò che in una cisterna piena di latte nessuno si sarebbe accorto di un pó d'acqua versata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La mattina seguente tutto il villaggio si trovò intorno alla cisterna, ma questa era completamente vuota e nessuno voleva iniziare a riempirla. Alla fine uno degli uomini disse: " Scommetto che i vostri otri sono pieni d'acqua ". E gli altri replicarono: " E noi scommettiamo che anche il tuo otre contiene solo acqua! ". 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1431/2010 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;16/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxJ-Ie3eJWY/TtP390w3_GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oRUeNeSx8r8/s1600/eid-mubarak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxJ-Ie3eJWY/TtP390w3_GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oRUeNeSx8r8/s1600/eid-mubarak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saluti tradizionali arabi&amp;nbsp;utilizzati durante la festa dell' &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/11/aid-al-adha-mubarak.html" target="_blank"&gt;Eid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid saiid.&lt;br /&gt;Felice Eid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid Mubarak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eid benedetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Taqabbala Allahu minna wa minkum.”&lt;br /&gt;Che Allah &amp;nbsp;acetti buone azioni da noi e da voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kul ‘am wa enta bi-khair!”&lt;br /&gt;Che ogni anno tutti ti trovino in buona salute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F23605768%2Feid-mubarak&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2413427337583368545?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2413427337583368545/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/11/eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2413427337583368545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2413427337583368545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid  Mubarak'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxJ-Ie3eJWY/TtP390w3_GI/AAAAAAAAAo4/oRUeNeSx8r8/s72-c/eid-mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-1500108581040685369</id><published>2010-10-31T05:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:04:54.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri d&apos;oriente'/><title type='text'>L'umiltà</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L’umiltà sta anche nel riconoscere&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;che qualsiasi creatura nell’universo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; può insegnarci ciò che ignoriamo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jalal al- Din Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; poeta persiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d2Rm1us3gg/TtP0-LcFWkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rzk-_6LEBLM/s1600/Persian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d2Rm1us3gg/TtP0-LcFWkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rzk-_6LEBLM/s1600/Persian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La gabbia senza uccelli ha ben poco valore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quel che mangi diventa putridume, quel che doni diventa una rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La magnanimità consiste nel rendere giustizia non chiedendo giustizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ai cattivi come ai buoni, fate sempre la carità. Facendola ai buoni,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aggiungerete merito alle vostre virtù; facendola ai cattivi,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eviterete il pericolo dì ingannarvi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se tutte le formiche si riunissero, finirebbero con il sopraffare i più formidabili leoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La piccola formica non teme mai la carestia; il leone, nonostante i suoi denti aguzzi e gli artigli acuminati, non sempre trova da mangiare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Incarica un guardiano di sorvegliare i tuoi gioielli, ma non incaricare mai nessuno di sorvegliare i tuoi segreti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se a mezzogiorno il re ti dice che è notte fonda, tu contempla le stelle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F23429149%2Fproverbi-persiani&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-328074336882339368?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/328074336882339368/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/10/proverbi-persiani.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/328074336882339368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/328074336882339368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/10/proverbi-persiani.html' title='Proverbi persiani'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d2Rm1us3gg/TtP0-LcFWkI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rzk-_6LEBLM/s72-c/Persian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2358625409309057471</id><published>2010-09-21T02:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:40:45.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abbigliamento mondo arabo'/><title type='text'>Abbigliamento nel mondo arabo tra passato e presente:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 21px;"&gt;Djellaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLuELcENnkc/TtPyZyutzEI/AAAAAAAAAog/Hf8Ai4CHOP8/s1600/uomini+in+djellaba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLuELcENnkc/TtPyZyutzEI/AAAAAAAAAog/Hf8Ai4CHOP8/s1600/uomini+in+djellaba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La djellaba è una tunica, più o meno ampia, con cappuccio a punta e con maniche strette e lunghe. Si usa&amp;nbsp; soprattutto in Marocco ed è indossata sia dagli uomini che dalle donne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Negli anni quaranta, uomini e donne di città vestivano quasi allo stesso modo, con tre capi di vestiario sovrapposti. Il primo capo, il qamis, lunga tunica bianca, era molto morbido in seta o cotone. Il secondo, il caffettano, era di lana pesante e il terzo, quello più esterno era la farajiyya, una veste leggera, spesso trasparente, con due spacchi laterali. Quando uscivano in pubblico, aggiungevano un quarto capo la djellaba. Con il passare degli anni l’abbigliamento si è un po’ diversificato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gli uomini vestono generalmente djellabas dai colori chiari, per riflettere il sole marocchino molto forte e sono soliti accompagnarli&amp;nbsp; con il &lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fez (o tarbush &lt;/span&gt;), un copricapo di colore rosso che prende il nome dalla città di Fes dove sembra abbia avuto origine, e con le tradizionali babbucce gialle che qui vengono chiamate&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;belgha&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Le donne invece scelgono tuniche più colorate, più strette e con decori preziosi accompagnando a volte l’abito con una sciarpa al collo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Il cappuccio è di importanza basilare per entrambi i sessi, protegge&amp;nbsp; dal sole e dalla sabbia portata dai venti forti del deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La djellaba estiva è confezionata in cotone , mentre per i mesi più freddi viene usata la lana generalmente raccolta dalle pecore che vivono nelle montagne circostanti e solo dopo un lungo processo di lavorazione trasformata nel&amp;nbsp; filato che verrà poi tessuto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La popolarità della djellaba si spiega con il fatto che&amp;nbsp; copre quasi tutto il corpo ed è coerente con i principi dell'Islam per modestia e umiltà, si indossa sia quotidianamente che nelle grandi occasioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;illustrazione : &lt;a href="http://www.russell-gallery.com/"&gt;http://www.russell-gallery.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; 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document.oncontextmenu = function(){return false;} &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcPCQh3QfAA/TtKme4WNOzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bZf01GVSErc/s1600/pubblicit%25C3%25A0+t%25C3%25A8+marocchino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcPCQh3QfAA/TtKme4WNOzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bZf01GVSErc/s400/pubblicit%25C3%25A0+t%25C3%25A8+marocchino.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Il tè ( in arabo “shai”) è una tradizione antica in tutti i paesi arabi: una filosofia più che una bevanda, che si consuma al caffè con gli amici, passandosi il narghilè, oppure a casa con la famiglia, anche in occasione dei momenti di preghiera, seduti su cuscini sistemati sopra un tappeto, davanti al tipico tavolino basso detto mida.&lt;br /&gt; Tradizione vuole che se ne bevano&amp;nbsp; tre bicchieri di fila: il primo amaro come la morte, il secondo forte come la vita, il terzo dolce come l'amore. Altre fonti danno un'interpretazione diversa dei tre significati:amaro come la vita, dolce come l'amore, soave come la morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spesso, e non a sproposito, il tè arabo è assimilato al tè verde; in effetti questo è il tipo più diffuso nell'area mediterranea dal Marocco alla Libia; i &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuareg-gli-ultimi-uomini-liberi.html"&gt;Tuareg&lt;/a&gt; invece prediligono il tè cinese a cui aggiungono foglie di menta. Tale accorgimento è comune anche a tutte le altre popolazioni maghrebine, fatta eccezione per la Tunisia dove viene spesso impiegata un'altra pianta aromatica chiamata attarshìa comunemente sostituita, laddove non disponibile, con il geranio profumato.&lt;br /&gt; La preparazione del tè&amp;nbsp; è una &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cerimonia-del-te.html"&gt;cerimonia &lt;/a&gt;molto affascinante e segue una precisa coreografia che presenta alcune sostanziali differenze a seconda della regione geografica. L'infuso può essere preparato direttamente nella teiera, mischiando acqua calda, foglie di tè e zucchero, oppure portato in ebollizione in un normale pentolino e poi versato nella teiera per essere servito con un gesto molto teatrale, lasciandolo cadere dall'alto, con grande precisione, per ottenere uno strato di schiuma bianca.&lt;br /&gt; E' consuetudine comune in tutti i paesi servire il tè molto caldo, molto ristretto e presentato in bicchierini piccoli decorati con arabeschi, smaltati o filigranati, su vassoi di rame o di ottone, cesellati o martellati altrettanto finemente e con particolari teiere arabe. La cerimonia prevede inoltre che il tè sia accompagnato da tipici dolcetti nordafricani o frutta secca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sopra: pubblicità del "Tè Sultano" da una rivista marocchina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F23089356%2Fil-te-alla-menta&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-3337650664046365191?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/3337650664046365191/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-te-alla-menta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3337650664046365191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3337650664046365191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-te-alla-menta.html' title='Il tè alla menta'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcPCQh3QfAA/TtKme4WNOzI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bZf01GVSErc/s72-c/pubblicit%25C3%25A0+t%25C3%25A8+marocchino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-1900603922690730274</id><published>2010-07-13T03:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:38:25.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modi di dire'/><title type='text'>Vedere lucciole per lanterne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5UHz6HL6q4/TtKlXOA8RWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7A9BakPUep0/s1600/lanterna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5UHz6HL6q4/TtKlXOA8RWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7A9BakPUep0/s400/lanterna.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gli Arabi antichi, di notte, accendevano nelle loro tende un lumicino tanto piccolo che illuminava appena. Avevano poco grasso e dovevano farne economia. Quando invasero l'Egitto, un gruppo di soldati si trovò, di notte, di fronte ad uno sciame di lucciole, che in quel paese sono di non comune grandezza. I soldati, che vedevano per la prima volta simili insetti, ebbero la sensazione di trovarsi di fronte ad uno sterminato esercito che avanzava contro di loro al lume di minuscole lanterne e... Coraggiosamente fuggirono. Da allora si dice che uno « vede lucciole per lanterne » se scambia una cosa per un'altra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F23002280%2Fvedere-lucciole-per-lanterne&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-1900603922690730274?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/1900603922690730274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vedere-lucciole-per-lanterne.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1900603922690730274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1900603922690730274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/07/vedere-lucciole-per-lanterne.html' title='Vedere lucciole per lanterne'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5UHz6HL6q4/TtKlXOA8RWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7A9BakPUep0/s72-c/lanterna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5241508487967834305</id><published>2010-06-22T02:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:49:14.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>La poesia araba di Mahmùd Darwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIjJu5XA4wc/TtKj6_t7UMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jLOCGGTXkEw/s1600/sono+arabo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIjJu5XA4wc/TtKj6_t7UMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jLOCGGTXkEw/s1600/sono+arabo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Carta d'identità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi!&lt;br /&gt;Sono un arabo&lt;br /&gt;carta d'identità numero cinquantamila&lt;br /&gt;ho otto figli&lt;br /&gt;e il nono arriverà... dopo l'estate.&lt;br /&gt;Ti arrabbi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi!&lt;br /&gt;Sono un arabo&lt;br /&gt;lavoro con i miei compagni di fatica&lt;br /&gt;in una pietraia&lt;br /&gt;ho otto figli&lt;br /&gt;per loro cavo la pietra&lt;br /&gt;per un tozzo di pane,&lt;br /&gt;gli abiti e i quaderni&lt;br /&gt;e non vengo a mendicare alla tua porta&lt;br /&gt;e non mi abbasso&lt;br /&gt;davanti al lastricato della tua soglia.&lt;br /&gt;Ti arrabbi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi!&lt;br /&gt;Sono un arabo&lt;br /&gt;un nome senza titoli&lt;br /&gt;sono paziente in un paese&lt;br /&gt;pervaso da fremiti di rabbia&lt;br /&gt;le mie radici...&lt;br /&gt;fissate prima che nascesse il tempo&lt;br /&gt;prima che avessero inizio le ere&lt;br /&gt;prima del cipresso e degli ulivi&lt;br /&gt;prima che germogliasse la vegetazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio padre... è della famiglia dell'aratro&lt;br /&gt;e non di una stirpe di signori&lt;br /&gt;e mio nonno un contadino&lt;br /&gt;senza alberi genealogici!&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha insegnato il moto degli astri&lt;br /&gt;prima di leggere i libri.&lt;br /&gt;La mia casa un capanno di guardiano&lt;br /&gt;fatto di rami e canne.&lt;br /&gt;Soddisfatto della mia posizione?&lt;br /&gt;Ho un nome senza titoli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi!&lt;br /&gt;Sono un arabo&lt;br /&gt;capelli neri&lt;br /&gt;occhi marroni&lt;br /&gt;segni distintivi:&lt;br /&gt;in testa una&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt; kefiah&lt;/a&gt; fissata dal cordone&lt;br /&gt;e il palmo rugoso come roccia&lt;br /&gt;raschia la mano che lo sfiora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il mio indirizzo:&lt;br /&gt;sono di un villaggio lontano, dimenticato&lt;br /&gt;dalle strade senza nome&lt;br /&gt;e tutti gli uomini sono al campo o alla pietraia&lt;br /&gt;Ti arrabbi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi!&lt;br /&gt;Sono un arabo&lt;br /&gt;spogliato dalle vigne dei miei avi&lt;br /&gt;e della terra che coltivavo&lt;br /&gt;con tutti i miei figli&lt;br /&gt;e tu a noi non hai lasciato&lt;br /&gt;e a tutta la nostra discendenza&lt;br /&gt;che queste pietre...&lt;br /&gt;le prenderà il vostro governo... come dicono?&lt;br /&gt;Allora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrivi&lt;br /&gt;in cima alla prima pagina&lt;br /&gt;"Io non odio i miei simili&lt;br /&gt;e non aggredisco nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;Ma... se avessi fame&lt;br /&gt;mangerei la carne del mio usurpatore.&lt;br /&gt;Attento sta' attento&lt;br /&gt;alla mia fame&lt;br /&gt;e alla mia rabbia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F22905511%2Fla-poesia-araba-di-mahmud-darwish&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uJcazo6Yzg/TtKjFcHMDYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8-5yhbiCQk8/s1600/Tin_Hinan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uJcazo6Yzg/TtKjFcHMDYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8-5yhbiCQk8/s1600/Tin_Hinan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;C’era una volta in&amp;nbsp; un pacifico regno nel sud del Marocco, una regione (che oggi si chiama Tafilalet)&amp;nbsp; dove vivevano un re, una regina e la loro bellissima figlia, la principessa Tin Hinan (tin heinan “quella delle tende”). La pace però non durò a lungo…. Un giorno infatti giunse nel regno un pretendente al trono che imprigionò i reali e costrinse alla fuga Tin Hinan. Accompagnata dalla fedele ancella Takamat, in sella ai cammelli, intraprese un viaggio pieno d’insidie e di pericoli , peripezie e prove di solidarietà, ingegno e astuzie tipicamente femminili che la condusse infine, all’oasi di Abalessa, nella regione dell'Ahaggar, in un'epoca in cui la regione era abitata dagli Isebeten, un popolo povero, che non conosceva ancora la civiltà...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tin Hinan insegnò loro a scrivere, a lavorare l’argilla, a tessere stoffe e tappeti colorando la lana delle pecore con sostanze prese dalla terra e dalle piante e in questo nuovo ambiente gettò le basi del suo nuovo regno dando origine al popolo dei &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuareg-gli-ultimi-uomini-liberi.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tuareg&lt;/a&gt;, che ancora oggi, in omaggio alla propria antenata, attribuisce alle donne un ruolo importantissimo nella famiglia e nella società.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E Tin Hinan ebbe sette figli e tre figlie che regnarono dopo di lei....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alla sua morte fu sepolta vicino all’oasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ogni uomo o donna tuareg che passava davanti alla tomba vi depose una pietra in segno di rispetto e poco a poco si formò un colossale monumento megalitico, noto come édebni,&amp;nbsp; alto 30 metri,&amp;nbsp; che si può vedere ancora oggi&amp;nbsp; ad Abalessa, non lontano da Tamanrasset: i Tuareg li considerano le tombe degli Ijabbaren, la popolazione dei giganti dell'antichità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ed ancora oggi tra i tuareg, sotto il cielo pieno di stelle, si racconta l’avventura di Tin Hinan e Takamat, le due donne che sfidarono il deserto ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F22796876%2Ftin-hinan-la-regina-dei-tuareg&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzD3RdbFsTk/TtKg9TgelEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fIe-W1E957o/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzD3RdbFsTk/TtKg9TgelEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fIe-W1E957o/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;L’abbigliamento degli uomini del Golfo Arabico, è caratterizzato da una lunga tunica bianca a forma di camicia (sempre miracolosamente immacolata!!) che prende il nome di &lt;em&gt;thobe&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(in arabo ثوب ) e significa “abito”. Il suo nome però cambia a seconda delle regioni in cui viene indossata; negli Emirati Arabi infatti è denominata "&lt;em&gt;kandoura&lt;/em&gt;" e nel medio oriente arabo,"&lt;em&gt;dishdashah&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tale indumento è solitamente di cotone bianco&amp;nbsp; in modo da&amp;nbsp; riflettere meglio la luce solare, mentre in inverno è lavorato in tessuto più pesante come la lana ed ha colori più scuri come il marrone e il grigio. Per completare il loro abbigliamento, gli uomini indossano un minuto copricapo semirigido &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(&lt;/u&gt;Kufeya&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;em&gt;Taqiyah&lt;u&gt;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a cui sovrappongono il "&lt;em&gt;ghutrah&lt;/em&gt;", tipico foulard di cotone che viene piegato diagonalmente in modo di ottenere un triangolo. Generalmente il "ghutrah" è bianco, ma può essere anche bianco/nero o bianco/rosso e in questi casi assume nome diversi come "&lt;em&gt;kefiah&lt;/em&gt;" e "&lt;em&gt;shumagh&lt;/em&gt;". Questi foulard proteggono la testa dai raggi solari e possono essere usati anche per coprire la bocca ed il naso durante le tempeste di sabbia o il tempo freddo.&lt;br /&gt; Per meglio fermare il "gutrah" si utilizza "l’&lt;em&gt;igal&lt;/em&gt;," una doppia corda nera fatta generalmente di lana di pecora tinta e strettamente tessuta. Il "taqiyah "viene indossato in Egitto e in Sudan da solo senza il gutrah e viene chiamato anche "&lt;em&gt;chachiya&lt;u&gt;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burnous o selham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;chador&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/06/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burqa&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;babbucce marocchine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HW-ym8nXHM/TtFt-EMrbAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fXNoOyV_MA0/s1600/call.araba+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HW-ym8nXHM/TtFt-EMrbAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fXNoOyV_MA0/s400/call.araba+2.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Calligraphie © Hassan Massoudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" height="25" src="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/hassan.massoudy/Images/11ar.gif" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;La fonte della libertà è nel coraggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;( Pericle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The origins of freedom are in courage. (Pericles) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La source de la liberté est dans le courage.(Pericles)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La fuente de la libertad esta en la valentia. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hakawati- il cantore di storie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;di Rabih Alameddine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqopRz7qjp4/TtFsq6izxUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/q0-Kj6FhG1Y/s1600/uomo+in+moschea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqopRz7qjp4/TtFsq6izxUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/q0-Kj6FhG1Y/s320/uomo+in+moschea.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;C’era una volta un povero pastore che viveva in un villaggio sulle montagne. Era talmente povero che non riusciva a sfamare i suoi figli e il più delle volte la famiglia andava a letto senza cena. Una notte aveva una tale fame che sognò Beirut, la città del pane e della prosperità. Decise di andare in città in cerca di fortuna. Non perse neanche un minuto, preparò il fagotto e si incamminò alla volta di Beirut. Deciso a trovare lavoro, parlò con ogni mercante, muratore, capomastro, fornaio, cuoco e orologiaio della città. Pregò che lo assumessero, ma nessuno lo volle. Ci riprovò il giorno dopo, e il giorno dopo ancora, ma senza risultato. Come riuscire a fare fortuna? Una settimana dopo non aveva trovato ancora nulla. Era affamato come non mai e più solo di quanto avesse immaginato. Stanco morto, quando fece buio entrò in una &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-moschea.html" target="_blank"&gt;moschea&lt;/a&gt; e si stese sul tappeto per dormire. Ma nel cuore della notte i poliziotti lo svegliarono, lo massacrarono di botte e lo portarono in prigione. Si presentò davanti ad un giudice, che gli chiese perché fosse entrato di nascosto nella moschea. Il pastore raccontò del sogno, ma il giudice rimase indifferente e lo condannò a tre giorni di galera.” Solo gli stupidi credono ai sogni” disse il giudice. “La notte scorsa ho sognato un tesoro sepolto sulle montagne, in un campo in cui due sicomori, due querce&amp;nbsp; e un pioppo proiettano ombre che si muovono come uomini danzanti. Mi hai per caso visto lasciare il lavoro per cercare il tesoro del sogno?”&amp;nbsp; Il pastore passò tre notti in prigione. Quando lo rilasciarono, tornò a casa di corsa e cercò il famoso campo in cui due sicomori, due querce e un pioppo proiettavano ombre che si muovevano come uomini danzanti, il campo in cui aveva pascolato il suo gregge per tanti anni. Trovò il tesoro sepolto, diventò ricco, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;famò finalmente la famiglia e da quel momento si addormentò ogni notte sazio e felice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; * hakawati è un narratore di racconti, miti e leggende (&lt;em&gt;hekayat&lt;/em&gt;) è colui che racconta, che intreccia storie tenendo con il fiato in sospeso chi lo ascolta.....&lt;br /&gt; * hakawati deriva dal libanese &lt;em&gt;haki&lt;/em&gt; che significa dialogo o conversazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F22453723%2Fi-libri-di-najim&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-8313469308778852124?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/8313469308778852124/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-libri-di-najim.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/8313469308778852124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/8313469308778852124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-libri-di-najim.html' title='I libri di Najim :'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqopRz7qjp4/TtFsq6izxUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/q0-Kj6FhG1Y/s72-c/uomo+in+moschea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3512040221311836474</id><published>2010-03-07T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:26:41.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio arabo   ( Abu Dhabi )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYO1iWGvgmQ/TtFpmsSYJJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XZxJDRnJ0cM/s1600/donna+con+acqua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYO1iWGvgmQ/TtFpmsSYJJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XZxJDRnJ0cM/s1600/donna+con+acqua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Delle tribù gli uomini sono la lana,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ma son le donne a tesserne la trama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;8 marzo festa della donna&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Auguri a tutte le donne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;illustrazione:&lt;a href="http://www.goodallartists.ca/images2.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.goodallartists.ca/images2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F22357236%2Fproverbio-arabo-abu-dhabi&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bc-T7XKahbA/TtFoBjLvTTI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Yjbt5P5trEo/s1600/algerie_femme_hoggar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bc-T7XKahbA/TtFoBjLvTTI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Yjbt5P5trEo/s1600/algerie_femme_hoggar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L'amore mio&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;mi chiede:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"qual è la differenza&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tra me e il cielo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La differenza&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; è che&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; se tu ridi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - amore mio-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; io dimentico il cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;illustrazione: &lt;a href="http://www.farid-benyaa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.farid-benyaa.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F22238616%2Fla-poesia-araba-di-nizar-qabbani&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Burnous / selha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTfFXnrp3bM/TtFl8uTIQTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7sTKtwMwlBY/s1600/burnous+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTfFXnrp3bM/TtFl8uTIQTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7sTKtwMwlBY/s320/burnous+2.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Simbolo di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;fortuna, ricchezza, autorità e potere, il burnous è uno degli elementi&amp;nbsp; principali del costume magrebino. Tutti i marocchini infatti, che godono di una certa&amp;nbsp; agiatezza portano il burnous (o selham come lo chiamano loro) sia in occasione di&amp;nbsp; particolari cerimonie ufficiali o familiari, che durante l’inverno per proteggersi dal freddo.&lt;br /&gt; In questa s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;tagione, infatti, le persone ricche ne indossano&amp;nbsp; anche due, uno sopra l’altro, in lana bianco e in tessuto più pesante blu o nero. Si presenta come una sorta di mantella&amp;nbsp; che arriva sino a metà polpaccio completata da un ampio cappuccio quadrangolare, spesso tessuti in un solo pezzo. Una cucitura, talora ornata da un gallone o da un bordo di passamaneria&amp;nbsp; chiude il cappuccio&amp;nbsp;; un’altra guarnizione applicata o lavorata ad ago riunisce le due falde della mantella all’altezza del petto.L’uso del burnous ne fa anche un simbolo di protezione:”mettere qualcuno sotto l’ala del proprio burnous” ( jnah al- barnous) significa che colui che si mette viene protetto dal proprietario del burnous.&amp;nbsp;A volte nel giorno delle nozze il suocero mette la nuora sotto la falda del proprio burnous per farle varcare la soglia della sua nuova casa. Ciò significa che egli sarà il suo protettore nella nuova famiglia, le farà da padre. Infine è bene sapere che il bournous può di per sé rappresentare il musulmano. Un proverbio arabo afferma in modo tassativo che “ un musulmano senza il suo burnous. è come un cane senza coda”!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;thobe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;chador&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/06/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burqa&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;babbucce marocchine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiPKbScDTLg/TtFkdJBak1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/TXCRPzOeDXI/s1600/casbah+algeri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiPKbScDTLg/TtFkdJBak1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/TXCRPzOeDXI/s1600/casbah+algeri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si racconta che uno scemo se ne andava per la strada tenendo in mano la cavezza del suo somaro e tirandoselo dietro. Lo videro due imbroglioni, e l'uno disse al compagno: - Io porterò via il somaro di quell’uomo! - E come farai? - Seguimi e vedrai -. Lo seguì, e l'imbroglione si avvicinò al somaro, gli tolse la cavezza, consegnò il somaro al compagno e si infilò la cavezza sulla testa mettendosi a camminare dietro allo scemo finché fu sicuro che il compare se n'era andato con la bestia; allora si fermò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lo scemo lo tirò per la cavezza, ma non si mosse; allora si voltò, vide la cavezza sulla testa di un uomo e gli disse: - E tu chi sei? - Rispose: - Io sono il somaro tuo, e questa è la mia meravigliosa storia: ho una vecchia madre pia; un giorno mi presentai a lei ubriaco, ed essa mi disse: “Figlio mio, pentiti e domanda perdono all'Altissimo di questa trasgressione!” Io presi il bastone, la colpii ed essa mi maledisse. Allora l'Altissimo mi trasformò in un somaro e mi fece cadere nelle tue mani, e sono rimasto con te tutto questo tempo. Oggi però mia madre si è ricordata di me, Iddio ha ispirato al suo cuore di rimpiangermi, essa ha pregato per me, ed ecco che Iddio mi ha restituiti la forma umana perduta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Disse quel tale: - Non c'è forza né potenza fuorché in Dio, l'Altissimo, l'Eccelso! Che Dio ti benedica fratello; assolvimi di tutto quel che ti ho fatto, cavalcandoti e così via! - L'imbroglione andò per la sua strada e lo scemo a casa sua, abbrutito dall'afflizione e dall'affanno. Gli disse la moglie: - Che cosa ti è successo e dov'è il somaro? - Le rispose: - Tu non sei informata del caso di questo somaro, ora te lo spiegherò io, - e le raccontò la storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La moglie esclamò: - Poveri noi, che castigo avremo da Dio! Come mai per tutto questo tempo ci siamo serviti di una creatura umana per somaro! - Poi distribuì elemosine e invocò il perdono di Dio, mentre il marito rimase un certo tempo in casa, disoccupato, finché la moglie disse . - Fino a quando te ne starai tappato in casa senza lavorare? Va' al mercato, compriamoci un altro somaro e servitene per lavorare! - Andò alla fiera, si fermò accanto ad un somaro, ed ecco che era proprio il somaro suo, messo in vendita! Lo riconobbe, gli si avvicinò e parlandogli all'orecchio gli disse: - Disgraziato del malaugurio! Sicuramente tu sei rincasato nell'ubriachezza e di nuovo hai bastonato tua madre! Ma io per me non ti ricomprerò mai più! - Lo lasciò lì e se ne andò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tratto da " le mille e una notte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21972342%2Fstoria-di-uno-scemo-derubato-del-somaro&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2802383430131544341?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2802383430131544341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/storia-di-uno-scemo-derubato-del-somaro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2802383430131544341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2802383430131544341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/storia-di-uno-scemo-derubato-del-somaro.html' title='Storia di uno scemo derubato del somaro'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiPKbScDTLg/TtFkdJBak1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/TXCRPzOeDXI/s72-c/casbah+algeri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5515545408483057554</id><published>2009-12-13T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:00:31.026+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio arabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrm1V7z8UPs/TtFeQAAa9YI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jX0p-eWU4tI/s1600/abramo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrm1V7z8UPs/TtFeQAAa9YI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jX0p-eWU4tI/s1600/abramo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Questa storia ha inizio in un tempo lontano, quando il Profeta Abramo, ormai giunto in tarda età, pregò Allah di concedergli il tanto desiderato figlio, in modo da perpetuare la sua generazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Allah esaudì il suo desiderio e Abramo, ottantaseienne, diventò padre di Ismaele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quando il bambino compì sette anni, Abramo sognò che Allah gli ordinava di sacrificare suo figlio. E' facile immaginare il dolore di un padre di fronte ad una richiesta del genere, tanto più che si trattava del suo tanto atteso primogenito, ma Abramo decise in cuor suo di obbedire alla volontà di Dio. Aspettò che&amp;nbsp; il ragazzo crescesse, poi un giorno, visto che il momento era arrivato, Abramo chiese al figlio di prendere un coltello e di seguirlo nella valle per raccogliere la legna. Strada facendo&amp;nbsp; rivelò la sua intenzione ad Ismaele il quale rispose: «Padre mio, fai quel che ti è stato ordinato: se Allah vuole, sarò rassegnato». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ma mentre Abramo&amp;nbsp; stava per eseguire l'ordine, Allah fermò la sua mano sostituendo ad Ismaele un montone. Il profeta divenne così esempio di obbedienza e sacrificio dell’uomo alla volontà di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In ricordo di ciò,ogni anno i musulmani celebrano la festa di ‘Aid al-Adha” la quale segna anche la fine del&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/11/il-pellegrinaggio-alla-mecca-al-hajj.html" target="_blank"&gt; pellegrinaggio alla Mecca.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Chiamata anche “ festa del Sacrificio” o "festa grande" ( Aid al-Kabir) ricade nel decimo giorno del mese di dhu ‘l-hijja, circa 70 giorni dopo&amp;nbsp; l' &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/aid-al-fitr.html"&gt;Aid al-Fitr&lt;/a&gt; (o Aid al-Saghir), l’altra importante festa islamica che segna il termine del mese di &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nel giorno di Aid al-Adha, ogni famiglia che ne abbia i mezzi sacrifica un animale&amp;nbsp; che deve essere fisicamente integro, adulto e può essere soltanto un ovino, un caprino, un bovino o un camelide , negli ultimi due casi è possibile sacrificare un animale per conto di più persone (fino a sette) e sarà poi consumato in parti uguali dalla famiglia, dagli amici e dai poveri.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Le &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-festivit-islamiche.html" target="_blank"&gt;feste islamiche&lt;/a&gt; hanno un preciso significato spirituale, quindi esse vanno celebrate in primo luogo rendendo culto al Signore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;L’Aid al- Adha inizia con una preghiera comune particolare cantata all’alba del primo giorno di festa nella moschea, in cui partecipano uomini e donne e spesso i bambini che, per l’occasione altamente festiva, usano indossare i loro migliori abiti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E' molto importante trascorrere le feste con parenti ed amici, visitando, se e' possibile, anche coloro che sono lontani, poiché ciò aiuta a rinsaldare i vincoli familiari ed affettivi, esigenza sempre molto sentita in ambito islamico. Di solito, durante queste festività, i musulmani decorano le proprie case con festoni,ghirlande e luci colorate, e fanno regali ai propri bambini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quest’anno l' Aid al- Adha sarà il &lt;strong&gt;27 novembre 2009 (10 Dhu al-Hijja 1430 A.H),&lt;/strong&gt; più o meno un giorno a seconda del paese dato che ci si basa sul &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/il-calendario-islamico.html"&gt;calendario lunare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21759166%2Faid-al-adha&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5290257118970552528?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5290257118970552528/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/11/aid-al-adha.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5290257118970552528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5290257118970552528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/11/aid-al-adha.html' title='Aid al- Adha'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrm1V7z8UPs/TtFeQAAa9YI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jX0p-eWU4tI/s72-c/abramo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-63592910915177317</id><published>2009-11-02T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:31:49.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufi'/><title type='text'>Poesia sufi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img403.imageshack.us/i/sufi.jpg/" target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/2028/sufi.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: solid; 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font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Niqab o nekab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh9K7QY7IiA/TtAYCE8gnBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GZ_WBVgTr5Q/s1600/niqab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh9K7QY7IiA/TtAYCE8gnBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GZ_WBVgTr5Q/s320/niqab.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il verbo arabo naqaba significa ‘velare la faccia’; il niqab è il nome del pezzo di stoffa che copre il volto della donna. Si lega dietro la nuca e lascia scoperti solo gli occhi; ne esistono esemplari molto raffinati ed eleganti, con particolari in pizzo. In Egitto, il niqab è pesante e nero, attraversato da una sottile fessura che permette di vedere, mentre nello &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/07/cartoline-dallo-yemen.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yemen&lt;/a&gt; e negli Emirati Arabi ha assunto una forma particolare: si tratta di una tunica intera infilata dalla testa che copre completamente capo, volto e corpo; all’altezza degli occhi vengono lasciate due aperture, i bordi di queste fessure sono spesso molto ricamati e gli occhi della donna che emergono sono molto truccati. Alcune donne lo portano aggiungendo occhiali da sole e guanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;altri post riguardanti l'abbigliamento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; 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Un giorno decisero di andare a scuola per la prima volta. Appena entrate in aula si tolsero il velo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khYOWQ3bRwQ/TtATdSHdP8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/b0da7QtbtTo/s1600/donne+algerine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khYOWQ3bRwQ/TtATdSHdP8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/b0da7QtbtTo/s1600/donne+algerine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La loro insegnante, per insegnare i verbi, scrisse alla lavagna la frase "Omar entra". Subito le donne si misero il velo pensando che fosse entrato veramente questo Omar. Poi l'insegnante scrisse :" Omar è uscito" Le donne allora si tolsero&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;il velo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La maestra , che aveva notato le loro reazioni, cominciò a scherzare. Quando toglievano il velo scriveva:Omar è entrato, quando se lo rimettevano scriveva:Omar è uscito, e così via per tutta la lezione. Quando finalmente tornarono a casa, il figlio di una di loro chiese: "Mamma, è andata bene a scuola?". E la madre rispose: "Ma che cosa vuoi che sia andata bene, con quel ragazzo di nome Omar che entrava e usciva continuamente come un soldato e non ci lasciava studiare niente!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;illustrazione: &lt;a href="http://www.guilaine-fremont-peinture.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.guilaine-fremont-peinture.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21442583%2Fle-donne-timide-fiaba-algerina&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-9058931449152390034?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/9058931449152390034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/le-donne-timide-fiaba-algerina.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/9058931449152390034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/9058931449152390034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/le-donne-timide-fiaba-algerina.html' title='Le donne timide - fiaba algerina'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khYOWQ3bRwQ/TtATdSHdP8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/b0da7QtbtTo/s72-c/donne+algerine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-1067411348138424175</id><published>2009-08-21T06:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:10:50.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri d&apos;oriente'/><title type='text'>Ramadan karim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoyUXzoZmN4/TtARUGLEvAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6_4bRFBBzRk/s1600/Ramadan_prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoyUXzoZmN4/TtARUGLEvAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6_4bRFBBzRk/s400/Ramadan_prayer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se la libertà può essere difesa con le armi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e l'uguaglianza tramite le leggi,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;la fratellanza invece può vivere e crescere&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; solo nel cuore dell'uomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheikh Khaled Bentounes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Buon Ramadan&amp;nbsp; a tutti i musulmani *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21154586%2Framadan-karim&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-1067411348138424175?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/1067411348138424175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-karim.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1067411348138424175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1067411348138424175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-karim.html' title='Ramadan karim'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoyUXzoZmN4/TtARUGLEvAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6_4bRFBBzRk/s72-c/Ramadan_prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-6626049542867259876</id><published>2009-08-09T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:04:39.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Stelle cadenti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyXNVO5d-oA/TtAQJUajcAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VOApmdcvXJw/s1600/falling+stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyXNVO5d-oA/TtAQJUajcAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VOApmdcvXJw/s400/falling+stars.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Una notte l’Inviato di Allah fece osservare una stella cadente ai suoi compagni e chiese loro:”che cosa dicevate di una stella del genere, all’epoca dell’ignoranza, prima dell’Islam?”&lt;br /&gt; risposero :” dicevamo che era presagio di morte o di nascita di una grande personalità” .&lt;br /&gt; “ Né l’uno né l’altro – disse il &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-profeta-maometto.html" target="_blank"&gt;Profeta&lt;/a&gt;- ecco la spiegazione.&lt;br /&gt; Quando Allah prende una decisione, gli angeli che sostengono il Suo Trono, si mettono a rendere gloria al Creatore. Sentendo ciò, gli angeli dei cieli inferiori fanno la stessa cosa, finché l’eco non arriva a questo cielo. In ogni cielo gli angeli si informano a proposito di ciò che Allah ha deciso, finché la notizia non arriva al cielo più basso, il nostro. I diavoli cercano di origliare, ma sono lapidati dagli angeli che li bersagliano ed allora vedete le stelle che li inseguono.”. Può accadere che il diavolo sia colpito immediatamente o che riesca a carpire qualcosa. In tal caso esso si dirige verso uno dei&amp;nbsp; sui alleati&amp;nbsp; sulla terra e gli rivela ciò che ha potuto ascoltare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21099671%2Fstelle-cadenti&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-6626049542867259876?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/6626049542867259876/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/08/stelle-cadenti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6626049542867259876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6626049542867259876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/08/stelle-cadenti.html' title='Stelle cadenti'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyXNVO5d-oA/TtAQJUajcAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VOApmdcvXJw/s72-c/falling+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2362987462992767693</id><published>2009-07-30T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:19:49.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbi siriani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Scegli prima il tuo vicino e poi la casa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;الجار قبل الدار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Se il tuo amico è il miele, non lo leccare tutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;إذا كان صاحبك عسل لا تلحسه كله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Ciò che è passato è andato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;الي فات مات&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La corda di una menzogna è breve&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;حبل الكذب قصير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La fretta è del diavolo, il lavoro e la pazienza è da Dio, il Misericordioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;العجلة من الشيطان والتأني من الرحمن&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dio manda mandorle a quelli senza denti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;بيطعمياللوزلليمالهأسنان&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aver fede negli uomini è come avere&amp;nbsp; fede che l'acqua rimanga in un&amp;nbsp; setaccio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;يا مآمنة بالرجال متل المي بالغربا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ل&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quando abbiamo deciso di commerciare bare, la gente ha deciso di non morire!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Utente\IMPOST~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%20%2F*%20Font%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-alt%3A%22%EF%BC%AD%EF%BC%B3%20%E6%98%8E%E6%9C%9D%22%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%40font-face%0A%09%7Bfont-family%3A%22%5C%40MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09panose-1%3A2%202%206%209%204%202%205%208%203%204%3B%0A%09mso-font-charset%3A128%3B%0A%09mso-generic-font-family%3Amodern%3B%0A%09mso-font-pitch%3Afixed%3B%0A%09mso-font-signature%3A-1610612033%201757936891%2016%200%20131231%200%3B%7D%0A%20%2F*%20Style%20Definitions%20*%2F%0A%20p.MsoNormal%2C%20li.MsoNormal%2C%20div.MsoNormal%0A%09%7Bmso-style-parent%3A%22%22%3B%0A%09margin%3A0cm%3B%0A%09margin-bottom%3A.0001pt%3B%0A%09mso-pagination%3Awidow-orphan%3B%0A%09mso-hyphenate%3Anone%3B%0A%09font-size%3A12.0pt%3B%0A%09font-family%3A%22Times%20New%20Roman%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-font-family%3A%22MS%20Mincho%22%3B%0A%09mso-fareast-language%3AAR-SA%3B%7D%0A%40page%20Section1%0A%09%7Bsize%3A612.0pt%20792.0pt%3B%0A%09margin%3A70.85pt%202.0cm%202.0cm%202.0cm%3B%0A%09mso-header-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-footer-margin%3A36.0pt%3B%0A%09mso-paper-source%3A0%3B%7D%0Adiv.Section1%0A%09%7Bpage%3ASection1%3B%7D%0A%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;تاجرنابالأكفان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;بطلتالناستموت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ogni nodo ha qualcuno per disfarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm4Im91C4gs/Ts7ApuOBj0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/m1_CC0z_dYk/s1600/asino+arabo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm4Im91C4gs/Ts7ApuOBj0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/m1_CC0z_dYk/s200/asino+arabo.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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font-size: 18pt;"&gt;كلعقدةلهاحلال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Non spingere l'ubriaco, casca da solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han dato una rosa a un asino, invece di annusarla l'ha mangiata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I piedi vanno dove va il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un Aleppino può vendere persino la pelle secca dell'asino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una piccola scintilla può accendere un grande fuoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F21046614%2Fproverbi-siriani&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La voce della notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inizia così......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cd-YikLcmr0/Ts6_GDj0azI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3XYTk9HxeJc/s1600/voce_notte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cd-YikLcmr0/Ts6_GDj0azI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3XYTk9HxeJc/s320/voce_notte.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La storia più incredibile che abbia mai sentito è quella del cocchiere Salim, che perse la parola. E, se non l'avessi visto con i miei occhi, non ci avrei mai creduto. Tutto cominciò nell'agosto del 1959, in uno dei quartieri più vecchi di Damasco. Ero alla ricerca di una storia fantastica e sensazionale, ed ero certo che là avrei potuto trovarla, perchè in nessun luogo si sanno raccontare le storie come in questa città.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un tempo , infatti a Damasco viveva gente bizzarra: cosa del tutto naturale visto che stiamo parlando di una città molto, molto antica. Andare a Damasco è come tornare indietro nel tempo di duecento anni almeno. Ecco perchè i suoi vicoli pullulano di strani personaggi. E il cocchiere Salim era uno di loro. Piccolo e mingherlino, aveva una voce così profonda da far pensare a un omone grande e grosso, con le spalle larghe. Pensate che era una leggenda già da vivo, in una città dove le leggende e i dolci al pistacchio sono solo due delle tante specialità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante i colpi di stato e le guerre civili degli ultimi cinquant'anni, gli abitanti dei quartieri più vecchi di Damasco spesso e volentieri hanno trasformato i loro ministri&amp;nbsp; e uomini politici nei protagonisti di storie comiche e spassose, ma nessuno, dico nessuno, sapeva raccontarle meglio del cocchiere, e ad ascoltarlo venivano le lacrime agli occhi dal gran ridere. Ma come fece a diventare il narratore più famoso del nostro quartiere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi risponderò con una storia (....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rafik Schami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20875719%2Fi-libri-di-najim&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2886974026011959468?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2886974026011959468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-libri-di-najim.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2886974026011959468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2886974026011959468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-libri-di-najim.html' title='I libri di Najim:'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cd-YikLcmr0/Ts6_GDj0azI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3XYTk9HxeJc/s72-c/voce_notte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5320936468655684841</id><published>2009-06-13T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:45:05.063+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti mondo arabo'/><title type='text'>Amore di due compagni di scuola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tratto da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a _cke_saved_href="http://teallamenta.splinder.com/post/15585271/Le+mille+e+una+notte+di+Shahra" href="http://teallamenta.splinder.com/post/15585271/Le+mille+e+una+notte+di+Shahra" style="font-family: Arial;" target="_blank"&gt;"Le mille e una notte"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXFQ9h1gDXw/Ts69GoLyO-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/SBL2UFH3Hag/s1600/mille+e+una+notte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXFQ9h1gDXw/Ts69GoLyO-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/SBL2UFH3Hag/s1600/mille+e+una+notte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un giovanetto e una fanciulla schiava andavano a scuola insieme e il ragazzo si innamorò della ragazza, d’amore ardente. Un giorno, mentre gli altri ragazzi non badavano a loro, prese la lavagna della giovanetta e vi scrisse questi versi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Che ne dici di colui, cui ha consumato una malattia, per il grande amore che ti porta, sì da restare fuori di sé ?&lt;br /&gt; Ei si duole della sua passione, con spasimo e dolore, né gli riesce nascondere quel che porta in cuore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando la ragazza prese la lavagna, vide i versi, li lesse, ne comprese il significato, pianse di pietà per lui, e sotto le righe del compagno scrisse questi versi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando vediamo un innamorato tormentato dalla passione, gli diamo soddisfazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Egli raggiungerà con noi il fine del suo amore, e sia di noi quel che vuole essere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ora avvenne che entrò il maestro, trovò la lavagna mentre i due non gli badavano, la prese e lesse i versi. Fu mosso a compassione del loro caso e scrisse sulla lavagna, sotto i loro scritti, questi versi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Corrispondi a chi ti ama, non temere le conseguenze, poiché il tuo diletto è tutto smarrito per amore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quanto al maestro non aver paura di lui, perché un tempo anche lui ha sperimentato l’amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Successe che il padrone della schiavetta entrò nella scuola in quel momento, trovò la lavagna, la prese, lesse lo scritto del giovane, quello della ragazza e quello del maestro e in fondo alla lavagna, dopo i versi di tutti gli altri, scrisse questi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Che Iddio non vi divida per tutta l’eternità, e chi sparla di voi resti scornato e strapazzato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma quanto al maestro, per Dio!, gli occhi miei non videro mai maggior mezzano di lui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In seguito il padrone della schiava mandò a chiamare il cadi e i testimoni e lì sui due piedi fece stendere il suo contratto di nozze con quel giovane, offrì loro un banchetto e li beneficò largamente. Rimasero poi sempre insieme in salute e gioia, finchè no li colse la Distruttrice delle delizie, quella che separa le compagnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20746405%2Famore-di-due-compagni-di-scuola&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5320936468655684841?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5320936468655684841/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/06/amore-di-due-compagni-di-scuola.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5320936468655684841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5320936468655684841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/06/amore-di-due-compagni-di-scuola.html' title='Amore di due compagni di scuola'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXFQ9h1gDXw/Ts69GoLyO-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/SBL2UFH3Hag/s72-c/mille+e+una+notte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-7484414538008854689</id><published>2009-05-30T02:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:47:50.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio egiziano</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Un cammello non prende in giro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;un altro cammello per le sue gobbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIPsjWHA8Wg/Ts67DLsFSnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kzQIjT4Nq88/s1600/cammelli+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIPsjWHA8Wg/Ts67DLsFSnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kzQIjT4Nq88/s1600/cammelli+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20649515%2Fproverbio-egiziano&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7484414538008854689?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7484414538008854689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/05/proverbio-egiziano.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7484414538008854689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7484414538008854689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/05/proverbio-egiziano.html' title='Proverbio egiziano'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIPsjWHA8Wg/Ts67DLsFSnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kzQIjT4Nq88/s72-c/cammelli+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2432658815724668118</id><published>2009-05-09T07:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:00:10.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>La poesia di : Iraj Mirza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1QfmJFuQ8s/Ts640uBb0mI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vfcj0C94Izk/s1600/mamma+e+bambino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1QfmJFuQ8s/Ts640uBb0mI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vfcj0C94Izk/s1600/mamma+e+bambino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dicono che, quando na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;cqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;i, mia madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mi insegnò teneramente ad attaccarmi al seno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E ogni notte seduta accanto alla culla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vegliando mi insegnò a dormire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sorridendo mi sfiorò la bocca con la sua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E mi insegnò ad aprire questo bocciolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mi prese per mano e mi fece posare un piede davanti all'altro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Finchè non mi insegnò a camminare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Prima un suono, poi l'altro, mi mise le parole in bocca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Insegnandomi a parlare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perciò la mia vita è parte della sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Finchè vivrò, ella mi sarà cara e preziosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20498589%2Fla-poesia-di--iraj-mirza&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2432658815724668118?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2432658815724668118/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-poesia-di-iraj-mirza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2432658815724668118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2432658815724668118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-poesia-di-iraj-mirza.html' title='La poesia di : Iraj Mirza'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1QfmJFuQ8s/Ts640uBb0mI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vfcj0C94Izk/s72-c/mamma+e+bambino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5195661985210924909</id><published>2009-04-21T03:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:27:19.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti di giuha'/><title type='text'>Giuha e la borraccia d'acqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX1DGN7CS8/Ts1qGUJTHsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rxcn7c_Xy4s/s1600/deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX1DGN7CS8/Ts1qGUJTHsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rxcn7c_Xy4s/s1600/deserto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Durante un viaggio nel &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/04/sahara-lorigine-del-nome.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giuha aveva mangiato e bevuto, ma, a causa del caldo,&amp;nbsp; aveva consumato tutta l'acqua e il cibo che gli era rimasto, saporito e piccante, gli faceva venire ancora più sete. Cercando da bere, trovò la tenda di un beduino e allora chiese al suo proprietario un po' d'acqua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il beduino gli indicò la direzione di un pozzo, che era abbastanza distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha che era molto stanco gli domandò:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ma non hai dell'acqua con te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il beduino rispose che aveva una borraccia d'acqua e fece intendere che poteva venderla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Quanto vuoi per la tua borraccia?-chiese Giuha, e così dicendo gli offrì un denaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il beduino gli rispose che non bastava e che non bastavano nemmeno due denari. Entrati in trattativa si misero d'accordo per cinque denari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha così si potè dissetare, ma pensando di potersi rifare, disse al beduino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Guarda, ho con me del cibo. Se hai fame te lo dò gratuitamente e con piacere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Al beduino non&amp;nbsp; sembrava vero di poter mangiare senza spendere un soldo, accettò e&amp;nbsp; cominciò a mangiare con avidità il cibo pepato e grasso di Giuha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dopo un po', gli venne una gran sete e chiese dell'acqua a Giuha, ma questi con aria sorniona disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Puoi bere dalla mia borraccia se mi dai cinque denari per ogni sorso che fai. Sei d'accordo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il beduino obiettò:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Come? Io ti ho venduto per cinque denari tutta la borraccia d'acqua e tu ora mi cerchi cinque denari per un sorso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha allora rispose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Alla mia richiesta d'acqua tu hai risposto con cupidigia e hai approfittato del mio bisogno. Ora, ad avere bisogno sei tu! Ma, l'acqua è mia! Se vuoi bere un sorso mi devi dare cinque denari! - e mentre diceva queste parole, aveva preso le sue cose per riprendere il viaggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il beduino, per la gran sete, lo rincorse e pagò cinque denari per bere un sorso d'acqua. Giuha riebbe, così, i suoi soldi e in più gli restò l'acqua per terminare il suo viaggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20364257%2Fgiuha-e-la-borraccia-&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; height: 80px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5195661985210924909?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5195661985210924909/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/04/giuha-e-la-borraccia-dacqua.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5195661985210924909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5195661985210924909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/04/giuha-e-la-borraccia-dacqua.html' title='Giuha e la borraccia d&apos;acqua'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX1DGN7CS8/Ts1qGUJTHsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rxcn7c_Xy4s/s72-c/deserto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-1788755137528454032</id><published>2009-04-06T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:42:18.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio arabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-HUY-yxwy0/Ts1neItOHWI/AAAAAAAAAis/IZkhEDbjLak/s1600/scrivano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-HUY-yxwy0/Ts1neItOHWI/AAAAAAAAAis/IZkhEDbjLak/s400/scrivano.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cinque sono i gradi per giungere alla saggezza:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; tacere, ascoltare, ricordare, agire, studiare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F20255791%2Fproverbio-arabo&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-1788755137528454032?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/1788755137528454032/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/04/proverbio-arabo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1788755137528454032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1788755137528454032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/04/proverbio-arabo.html' title='Proverbio arabo'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-HUY-yxwy0/Ts1neItOHWI/AAAAAAAAAis/IZkhEDbjLak/s72-c/scrivano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-7596679258130859893</id><published>2009-03-08T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:51:32.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti mondo arabo'/><title type='text'>L'astuzia e il potere delle donne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;C'era una volta un orfanello che viveva con una sorella sposata. Un giorno, nonostante fosse ancora poco più che adolescente, le disse di volersi sposare. La sorella non era affatto d'accordo, perché a suo dire, era troppo giovane e non abbastanza maturo per il matrimonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxQ1y67xtg/Ts1mQBh07cI/AAAAAAAAAik/DZaOBrtfLK4/s1600/femme_algerienne_instable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxQ1y67xtg/Ts1mQBh07cI/AAAAAAAAAik/DZaOBrtfLK4/s320/femme_algerienne_instable.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il ragazzo insisteva e questa fu costretta a fornirgli un esempio molto istruttivo per mostrargli quanto le donne possono essere potenti e spietate. Gli ordinò di andare al mercato e di comperare un pesce. Quando il ragazzo ritornò con il pesce, lei lo nascose sotto le vesti e insieme si recarono nei campi dove il marito stava arando per portargli il pranzo di mezzogiorno. Mentre il marito mangiava la moglie disse: "Stanotte ho fatto un sogno, sognavo che avremmo fatto una bella festa", poi di nascosto mise il pesce in un solco. Finito il pranzo, l'uomo riprese il suo lavoro mentre lei e il fratello si incamminavano verso casa. "Venite qui" gridò, guardate che cosa ho trovato, Dio ci aiuti, ho trovato un pesce nel solco. Vai a casa prepara tutto, invita i vicini, faremo una bella festa". "D'accordo" disse la moglie. Andò a casa, cucinò il pesce, se lo mangiò con il fratello e nascose le lische. Quando il marito tornò a casa con gli invitati, chiamò la moglie e le chiese se aveva preparato tutto. La moglie si finse stupita e disse: " Hai forse comprato cibo e bevande? Con che cosa volevi festeggiare?". Ma non, ti avevo dato quel pesce che ho trovato nel solco mentre stavo arando?", gridò il marito. La donna si rivolse ai vicini: "Vi prego aiutatemi quest'uomo è impazzito, avete mai sentito che si trovino pesci nei campi?". I vicini le diedero ragione e legarono il marito. "Gettatelo in cantina" disse la donna "in modo che non mi possa far del male". I vicini eseguirono e se andarono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quella sera la donna prese la macina di pietra e si sedette sopra la botola della cantina a macinare fagioli. Il rumore che faceva sembrava il rombo di un tuono. Con la fiaccola passava di tanto in tanto davanti alle fessure, di modo che il marito credesse che fossero i lampi. Infine versò molta acqua sopra l'apertura ed egli dovette rifugiarsi in un angolo per non bagnarsi. La mattina ritornano i vicini per chiedere all'uomo come stava "Grazie a Dio", disse, "Sto bene, anche se cercano di farmi passare per matto. Ma, ditemi come sono ridotti i campi con tutta quella pioggia? Deve aver rovinato tutto!" Allora quelli gli dissero: "Che Dio possa rinsavirti, pover'uomo!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ormai tutti credevano che fosse davvero pazzo e lo fecero uscire dalla cantina solo dopo due settimane. Il giovane rifletté a lungo su quello che aveva fatto la sorella e decise che non si sarebbe mai sposato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arab.it/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.arab.it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20www.farid-benyaa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; www.farid-benyaa.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="ske02"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7596679258130859893?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7596679258130859893/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/03/lastuzia-e-il-potere-delle-donne.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7596679258130859893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7596679258130859893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/03/lastuzia-e-il-potere-delle-donne.html' title='L&apos;astuzia e il potere delle donne'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxQ1y67xtg/Ts1mQBh07cI/AAAAAAAAAik/DZaOBrtfLK4/s72-c/femme_algerienne_instable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-8043974058172365635</id><published>2009-02-23T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:30:01.774+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>La cerimonia del tè</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMjwzoT9Nys/Ts1ks72Q0AI/AAAAAAAAAic/hxI1TUQ8jhw/s1600/cerimonia+del+t%25C3%25A8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMjwzoT9Nys/Ts1ks72Q0AI/AAAAAAAAAic/hxI1TUQ8jhw/s1600/cerimonia+del+t%25C3%25A8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sul tappeto davanti al padrone di casa viene posto un grande vassoio che contiene una teiera, tre scatole rettangolari, un martelletto piatto, dei bicchieri stretti e alti, ed infine il recipiente dove bolle l'acqua. Spesso è posato un piccolo braciere dove arde del carbone di legna. Tutti rimangono in silenzio, con gli occhi puntati sul maestro delle cerimonie. Dalla prima scatola prende una dose di tè verde e la mette nella teiera versandovi poi dell'acqua bollente; dalla seconda scatola rettangolare prende un panetto di zucchero, che spezza aiutandosi con il martelletto, e introduce i pezzi nello stretto collo della teiera. Dalla terza scatola prende un ciuffetto di menta fresca e odorosa che aggiunge alla bevanda. Infine chiude la teiera con il coperchio e resta in attesa per qualche minuto, chiacchierando tranquillamente con i propri ospiti. Dopo alcuni minuti versa un po' di tè nel proprio bicchiere e lo assaggia con un atteggiamento di grande concentrazione. Aspetta ancora un po', lo assaggia di nuovo eseguendo&amp;nbsp; tutta una serie di travasi dalla teiera al bicchiere e viceversa, poi quando è all'esatta temperatura e con il preciso gusto voluto dalla tradizione, offre la bevanda agli ospiti. A questo punto se&amp;nbsp; lo potreste assaporare, vi rendereste conto che non esiste bevanda più dissetante e digestiva, dopo un buon &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/02/il-rituale-del-pasto.html" target="_blank"&gt;pasto,&lt;/a&gt; di un delizioso &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-te-alla-menta.html"&gt;tè alla menta&lt;/a&gt;, ma&amp;nbsp; non rifiutate mai un altro bicchiere fintanto che non siate arrivati al terzo. Sarebbe una scortesia imperdonabile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F19913451%2Fla-cerimonia-del-te&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: medium none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-8043974058172365635?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/8043974058172365635/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cerimonia-del-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/8043974058172365635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/8043974058172365635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cerimonia-del-te.html' title='La cerimonia del tè'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMjwzoT9Nys/Ts1ks72Q0AI/AAAAAAAAAic/hxI1TUQ8jhw/s72-c/cerimonia+del+t%25C3%25A8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-8451926245468081986</id><published>2009-01-26T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:18:34.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia araba'/><title type='text'>La poesia araba di Nizar Qabbani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhLtAADwHmc/Ts1iElX1sGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MuYzw8Jv2a4/s1600/algerie_femme_chaouia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhLtAADwHmc/Ts1iElX1sGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MuYzw8Jv2a4/s1600/algerie_femme_chaouia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%09%09%40page%20%7B%20size%3A%2021cm%2029.7cm%3B%20margin%3A%202cm%20%7D%0A%09%09P%20%7B%20margin-bottom%3A%200.21cm%20%7D%0A%09%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se il demone fosse uscito dalla lampada&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Raqs sharqi è il nome arabo e significa " danza orientale" , mentre " danza del ventre" è il nome dato dagli occidentali intorno al&amp;nbsp; 1800.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDZymCYF4J4/Ts1gcloo6LI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VVSwrju1BGE/s1600/danza+orientale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDZymCYF4J4/Ts1gcloo6LI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VVSwrju1BGE/s400/danza+orientale.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nell’Antico Egitto non veniva compresa l’alternanza fra giorno e notte come fenomeno naturale. Gli egizi pensavano che nel cielo vivesse una grande dea che partorisse dal suo ventre il sole di giorno e la luna di notte. Iside era considerata la Dea Madre che possedeva il dono di generare la vita ed in suo onore si eseguiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ano danze che simulavano la fertilità e l’origine della vita mediante movimenti e ondulazioni del ventre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La leggenda vuole che Iside, Dea della Luna, della Bellezza, della Magia e del Mistero affascinasse chiunque con la sua gentilezza e delicatezza e&amp;nbsp; che concedesse fertilità, femminilità e bellezza alle donne che danzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sero in suo onore. A lei si offrivano fiori di loto, incenso, essenze, acqua e frutta. Le donne iniziavano le da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;nze compiendo passi e movimenti del ventre, coperte da un velo che, una volta tolto, simboleggiava la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; rivelazione del mistero, rappresentando la nascita della luce. Quando gli Arabi invasero l'Impero Egizio, rimasero affascinati dalla danza di Iside e ne assorbirono i costumi, aggiungendo un ritmo acc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;elerato e un clima festoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La danza egizia si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; compone di quattro fasi: Luna Calante: la danzatrice entra con il velo, celando il proprio corpo e mostrando che il mistero sarà svelato; Luna Crescente: la danzatrice si toglie il Velo e la musica si anima, ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;celerando i suoi movimenti; Luna Piena: la danzatrice si rivela completamente, girando, vorticando e muovendosi nello spazio; Luna Nuova: la danzatrice si rinnova con movimenti ondulatori e con il Ventre sinuoso e pulsante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In tempi remoti, il battito delle mani, lo schioccare delle dita e il canto erano gli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;unici accompagnamenti musicali della danza. In seguito nacquero &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/01/strumenti-musicali-arabi.html" target="_blank"&gt;strumenti &lt;/a&gt;a percussione seguiti da quelli melodici che si evolsero fino ai nostri giorni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;L’abbigliamento prevede un vestito con diversi spacchi laterali, che permettono di velare e svelare le gambe, un reggiseno ricamato, oppure un costume detto baladi, all’egiziana con una cintura in stoffa ed un copricapo a bandana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I sonagli, i monili e la cintura, oltre ad essere usati come abbigliamento svolgono un ruolo per far risaltare la musicalità ritmica di alcuni movimenti tipici del bacino e del petto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h67osd7VlxA/Ts1ckblU5-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/RnUrnzgUHII/s1600/il+re.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h67osd7VlxA/Ts1ckblU5-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/RnUrnzgUHII/s400/il+re.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Non biasimate un re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;che si umili per amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;poichè abbassarsi per amore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;è segno di potenza ed equivale&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ad essere due volte re.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tratto da " I 100 nomi dell'amore" di Malek Chebel e Lassaad Metoui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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document.oncontextmenu = function(){return false;} &lt;/script&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%09%09%40page%20%7B%20margin%3A%202cm%20%7D%0A%09%09P%20%7B%20margin-bottom%3A%200.21cm%20%7D%0A%09%2D%2D%3E--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Litham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7XcV9ib6Yo/TswctYkwmII/AAAAAAAAAh8/8jSuyC1t5zo/s1600/tagelmoust+color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7XcV9ib6Yo/TswctYkwmII/AAAAAAAAAh8/8jSuyC1t5zo/s200/tagelmoust+color.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E’ il copricapo degli uomini &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuareg-gli-ultimi-uomini-liberi.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tuareg.&lt;/a&gt; Questo velo, indispensabile elemento del costume tradizionale, scende a ricoprire il viso lasciando solo una fessura per gli occhi&amp;nbsp; ed è donato ai giovani per sancirne l'ingresso nel mondo degli adulti. Gli uomini sposati, oltre al litham, hanno due tipi di veli: il cheche, costituito da una fascia alta una ventina di centimetri e lunga fino a tre metri,(più è lungo più indica nobiltà e importanza del proprietario) realizzato in tessuto di cotone, preferibilmente bianco o tinto di blu o nero e&amp;nbsp; il tagelmoust,&amp;nbsp; il velo delle feste costituito da una fascia sempre alta venti centimetri, ma che può arrivare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fino a sette metri, di finissimo cotone impregnato d'indaco d'aspetto lucido e cangiante. I veli avvolti in tanti modi mai casuali, rispondono a precise esigenze estetiche e di riconoscimento. Oltre a proteggere dalla polvere e dal sole, coprono la bocca proteggendola dagli spiriti negativi, portatori del malocchio. Per questo i Tuareg non tolgono mai il velo e non scoprono la bocca davanti alle donne o a stranieri, neanche durante un tè o un pranzo. La tradizione vuole che siano state proprio le donne a introdurre tra gli uomini l'uso del "tagelmoust", Pare infatti che in seguito a una battaglia in cui i cavalieri Tuareg non eccelsero per il coraggio, le donne, vergognatesi, imposero ai mariti l'uso del velo.&amp;nbsp; I Tuareg sono anche detti "uomini blu" perché lo chèche tradizionale, che proviene dalla Nigeria, è tinto con un colorante vegetale indaco molto scuro e non fissato che si trasferisce con facilità, anche dopo molti lavaggi, sulla pelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_813779547"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burnous o selham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;thobe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/01/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;chador&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/06/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;burqa&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;babbucce marocchine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2fchDfcOsg/TswbRdXb-aI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jXiNkTWzO1Q/s1600/tuareg+seduto+con+cammello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2fchDfcOsg/TswbRdXb-aI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jXiNkTWzO1Q/s400/tuareg+seduto+con+cammello.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Affida il tuo cammello alla provvidenza di Dio,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ma legalo prima ad un albero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2097701734605363261?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2097701734605363261/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/10/proverbio-arabo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2097701734605363261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2097701734605363261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/10/proverbio-arabo.html' title='Proverbio arabo'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2fchDfcOsg/TswbRdXb-aI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jXiNkTWzO1Q/s72-c/tuareg+seduto+con+cammello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-9188744632817478596</id><published>2008-09-30T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:36:54.173+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Aid al-Fitr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PuKazE5hcI/TswZcXtFdrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/MTIttR8p3EM/s1600/eid+mubarak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PuKazE5hcI/TswZcXtFdrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/MTIttR8p3EM/s200/eid+mubarak.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eid mubarak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aid al-Fitr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;è la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-festivit-islamiche.html" target="_blank"&gt;festa islamica&lt;/a&gt; che segna la fine del &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadan.html"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/a&gt;, si celebra la " Rottura " cioè il termin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;e del periodo di digiuno e dura 3 giorni. Si chiama anche " Id al-Saghir" ( fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;minore) per distinguerla dalla "grande festa ",Aid al-kabir o “&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/11/aid-al-adha-mubarak.html"&gt;Aid al-Adha&lt;/a&gt;” che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; avviene circa 2 mesi dopo. La notte prima della festa le donne rimangono sveglie, finiscono di preparare i dolci per il grande pranzo del giorno dopo e cuociono tanti tipi di focacce e di pane tra cui il "baghrir " una pagnotta morbida , sottile come una pizza, fatta con acqua , farina, uova e lievito. In Marocco le donne usano farsi dei bellissimi disegni sulle mani e sui piedi con l’hennè. Prima che arrivi l’alba e che sorga il sole si fa l’ultimo pasto del periodo di &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-il-mese-sacro.html"&gt;Ramadan &lt;/a&gt;con fichi, datteri, miele, frittelle, burro, latte e tè. La giornata festiva inizia con la grande preghiera comunitaria che si tiene nel luogo di riunione più importante di ogni città islamica, all'aperto o nella moschea principale. In questa occasione ognuno indossa gli abiti migliori e partecipa con tutta la sua famiglia alla preghiera comune Questo momento di riunione collettiva è seguito da visite ad amici e parenti, da scambi di doni e da riunioni per pranzo e cena. Le strade sono illuminate, i negozi e i bazar sono pieni di dolci, paste e cartoline festive che è costume scambiarsi in queste occasioni. In questo giorno si fa anche l’elemosina, o al-zakat, che è uno dei cinque pilastri dell’islam:un precetto religioso che sottolinea l’obbligo di solidarietà dei ricchi nei confronti dei poveri.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-9188744632817478596?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/9188744632817478596/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/aid-al-fitr.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/9188744632817478596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/9188744632817478596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/aid-al-fitr.html' title='Aid al-Fitr'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PuKazE5hcI/TswZcXtFdrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/MTIttR8p3EM/s72-c/eid+mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3542071860592779918</id><published>2008-09-15T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:11:18.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti di giuha'/><title type='text'>La direzione dello sguardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eYBf9W1lOg/TswXtqShYuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KQbhU2sZDFo/s1600/hassan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eYBf9W1lOg/TswXtqShYuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KQbhU2sZDFo/s320/hassan.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; A Giuha, che passeggiava lungo il fiume, un passante timoroso di Dio chiese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Se volessi fare un bagno nel fiume dovrei guardare verso la Mecca o dovrei voltargli le spalle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha rispose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Io guarderei in direzione dei miei abiti, in modo che nessuno possa rubarmeli"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-3542071860592779918?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/3542071860592779918/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-direzione-dello-sguardo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3542071860592779918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3542071860592779918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-direzione-dello-sguardo.html' title='La direzione dello sguardo'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eYBf9W1lOg/TswXtqShYuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KQbhU2sZDFo/s72-c/hassan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3606468714609143664</id><published>2008-09-01T07:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:41:04.715+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="ske04" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;01 settembre 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="ske04" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Tratto da “&lt;strong&gt;Baghdad brucia&lt;/strong&gt;” di Riverbend (il blog di una giovane irachena.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ske04" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9Cv-LO0f6k/TsrHw4aWuQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z_42PjrOC2k/s1600/ramadan+auguri+mini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9Cv-LO0f6k/TsrHw4aWuQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z_42PjrOC2k/s1600/ramadan+auguri+mini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="ske04"&gt;&lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; è il nono mese dell’&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/il-calendario-islamico.html"&gt;anno islamico&lt;/a&gt; ( che ha 12 mesi ma solo 358 giorni circa ). Ramadan è considerato u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ske04"&gt;no dei mesi più sacri dell’anno islamico-secondo me, è il più interessante. Per tutta la durata del Ramadan digiuniamo per l’intera giornata, dalle prime luci dell’alba al calar del sole. In altre parole non possiamo né mangiare, né bere, né fumare, né masticare gomma fino alla sera, quando arriva il momento di rompere il digiuno“&lt;br /&gt; Ramadan è il mese in cui l’angelo Gabriele fece visita per la prima volta al nostro Profeta portandogli il messaggio dell’Islam e il Corano. Ecco perché è celebrato dai musulmani in tutto il mondo. Non è possibile stabilire con precisione la data di quell’evento importantissimo, ma si pensa che il “&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-ramadan-e-la-notte-del-destino.html"&gt;Laylet il Qadir&lt;/a&gt;” ( la notte in cui il &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-profeta-maometto.html" target="_blank"&gt;Profeta&lt;/a&gt; ha ricevuto la prima visita di Gabriele) vada collocato alla fine di Ramadan ( secondo molti nella ventisettesima notte).&lt;br /&gt; Ramadan è un mese che si festeggia in vari modi. E’ simile alle ultime due settimane di dicembre in Occidente, frenetiche e piene di impegni. E’ il mese in cui si incontrano i parenti che non si sapeva di avere - i cugini insopportabili, la zia preferita, i nonni , i nipoti, gli zii e persino il prozio che si credeva morto l’anno scorso. E’ una sorta di “mese della famiglia”. Il digiuno consiste nello smettere di mangiare e bere non appena spunta l’alba e continuare così per tutto il giorno fino all’imbrunire o “al maghrib”. Il digiuno è consideratouno degli "akan”dell’Islam”, il che significa che èobbligatorio per tutti i musulmani. Con alcune eccezioni: non è obbligatorio per chi è ammalato e per chi si trova in viaggio, oppure se rischia di pregiudicare in qualche modo la salute di una persona ( cioè se la persona è diabetica o incinta ecc).&lt;br /&gt; Oltre quello fisico, c’è il “digiuno morale”. In altre parole si può rompere il digiuno anche senza mangiare. Nel mese del Ramadan si devono evitare pettegolezzi, liti, bugie, imbrogli, insulti e altri comportamenti riprovevoli, altrimenti il digiuno fisico, o “siyam” è considerato inutile. In questo mese ritenuto “sacro” si intensificano anche le preghiere e la lettura del Corano. Qualcuno potrebbe chiedere: perché digiunare? A che scopo negarsi cibo e bevande per più di metà del giorno? Lo scopo del digiuno dovrebbe essere quello di insegnare cosa sono la tolleranza, la pazienza e la fame. Sì, proprio la fame. La persona media non sa cosa significhi avere fame…e non mi riferisco alla fame del tipo vorrei –proprio-un-hamburger-con-patate-fritte. Mi riferisco alla fame che si sente quando non si mangia o non si beve niente da oltre 12 ore, quando lo stomaco sta per cedere e la testa sta per esplodere per mancanza della caffeina da cui attinge l’energia che le serve per funzionare. La fame ha inoltre lo scopo di far apprezzare maggiormente il cibo, perché aiuta a far capire che il cibo e l’acqua non sono sempre disponibili, specialmente quando ci sono persone costrette a digiunare ogni giorno, nei mesi sacri e non sacri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-3606468714609143664?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/3606468714609143664/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3606468714609143664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/3606468714609143664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9Cv-LO0f6k/TsrHw4aWuQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z_42PjrOC2k/s72-c/ramadan+auguri+mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-2899027974167865329</id><published>2008-08-07T07:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:42:56.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo islam'/><title type='text'>Il calendario islamico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il calendario islamico è basato sul ciclo lunare.Il Corano prevede che il nuovo mese inizi subito dopo la luna nuova, o meglio quando appare la prima esile falcetta di luna crescente. Prevedere questo esatto momento è molto complicato; per semplicità i calendari perpetui islamici usano la seguente regola: l'anno, che si chiama “hijri”, è composto da dodici mesi alternativamente di 29 e 30 giorni; ed è più corto di quello solare avendo solo 354 giorni. Poiché l'inizio del mese reale è stabilito in base all'osservazione diretta della prima luna crescente, non è detto che la lunghezza dei mesi sia sempre quella riportata in tabella e si possono verificare scostamenti di un giorno tra il calendario reale e quello perpetuo; sono addirittura possibili scostamenti tra il calendario di un paese islamico e quello di un altro paese parimenti islamico ma geograficamente lontano. Inoltre i mesi e le festività non cadono mai nelle stagioni in modo fisso. L’anno dell’immigrazione del &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-profeta-maometto.html" target="_blank"&gt;Profeta Muhammad&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; dalla Mecca a Medina, che cade nel 622 d.C., è considerato come il primo per i musulmani, quindi per il calendario islamico ora ci troviamo nell’anno 1429.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mesi islamici hanno questa frequenza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muharram" title="Muharram"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Muhàrram&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;محرم&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxCVd364z8U/TsrFg5_q78I/AAAAAAAAAhU/VhrzPIXKxg0/s1600/calendario+islamico+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxCVd364z8U/TsrFg5_q78I/AAAAAAAAAhU/VhrzPIXKxg0/s200/calendario+islamico+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Safar" title="Safar"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sàfar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;صفر&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabi%27_I" title="Rabi' I"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rabì‘ al-àwwal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;ربيع الأول&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabi%27_II" title="Rabi' II"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rabì‘ al-thàni&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;ربيع الثاني&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumada_I" style="background-color: white;" title="Jumada I"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jumàda al-àwwal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;جمادى الأول&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: white;"&gt;Jumàda al-akhìra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;جمادى الثانية&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajab" title="Rajab"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ràjab&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;رجب&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sha%27ban" title="Sha'ban"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sha‘bàn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;شعبان&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan" title="Ramadan"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ramadàn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;رمضان&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawwal" title="Shawwal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shawwàl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;شوال&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;11.&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhu_l-Qa%27da" title="Dhu l-Qa'da"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dhu l-qà‘da&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;ذو القعدة&lt;/strong&gt; di 30 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhu_l-Hijja" title="Dhu l-Hijja"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dhu l-hìjja&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;ذو الحجة&lt;/strong&gt; di 29 giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpkyNPrrV-o/TsrDscfG5mI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ThsM7h0iuPs/s1600/il+saggio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpkyNPrrV-o/TsrDscfG5mI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ThsM7h0iuPs/s400/il+saggio.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Onesto è colui che&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cambia il&amp;nbsp;proprio pensiero&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u3Q-e6fUx4/TsrCNu8zIJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/n_7wItYSSJM/s1600/alfabeto+arabo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u3Q-e6fUx4/TsrCNu8zIJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/n_7wItYSSJM/s320/alfabeto+arabo.jpeg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E' una scrittura alfabetica composta da 28 lettere, ha la particolarità di essere molto ricca di consonanti e povera di vocali, infatti possiede solo tre vocali che sono: a, i, u, simili a quelle della lingua italiana. Queste vocali vengono pronunciate in modo attenuato e talvolta il nostro orecchio fa fatica a distinguerle. Le vocali brevi non si scrivono. Delle 28 lettere ben 17 hanno un suono assolutamente diverso rispetto all'alfabeto italiano. Con le consonanti di questa lingua si può produrre qualsiasi suono che la gola umana possa emettere, per questo, l'arabo è considerato una delle lingue più ricche anche da questo punto di vista. &amp;nbsp;L'arabo si scrive e si legge da destra a sinistra, quindi per leggere un libro scritto in arabo bisogna iniziare dall'ultima pagina. La scrittura è solo corsiva, cioè le lettere, quasi sempre, sono attaccate una all'altra. La scrittura appare quindi una sorta di stenografia e bisogna intuire la pronuncia delle parole a partire dalle sue consonanti, per esempio MNZL (casa). Per rendere meno difficile la lettura si usa "vocalizzare" le consonanti con dei piccoli segni posti sopra o sotto le stesse. La forma delle lettere varia leggermente secondo la loro posizione: all'inizio, nel mezzo o alla fine della parola. La scrittura è stata molto usata come elemento decorativo nelle opere d'arte poiché il Corano ha condannato la riproduzione di esseri animati per evitare l'idolatria. L'arabo grazie alla lettura del Corano, sempre identica nei secoli, ha conservato intatta questa ricchezza di suoni evitando l'usura fonetica subite generalmente dalle altre lingue nel corso della loro evoluzione.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fview%2F456548&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7527333190571889030?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7527333190571889030/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-lingua-araba.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7527333190571889030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7527333190571889030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-lingua-araba.html' title='La lingua araba'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u3Q-e6fUx4/TsrCNu8zIJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/n_7wItYSSJM/s72-c/alfabeto+arabo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-5292525784715446568</id><published>2008-06-13T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:12:41.415+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti di giuha'/><title type='text'>Giuha e il gatto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un giorno Giuha aveva voglia di una cena speciale, così comprò tre chili della carne migliore e la portò a sua moglie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sua moglie che era una brava cuoca, mise sul fuoco i pezzi di carne, aggiunse delle verdure e preparò il cuscus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BB4EukO6wTg/TsrBKJTVmGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9d0TjZRMggU/s1600/gatto-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BB4EukO6wTg/TsrBKJTVmGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9d0TjZRMggU/s1600/gatto-web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mentre preparava il pranzo, una vicina, attirata dal profumo, venne a vedere che cosa stesse cuocendo di buono. Le due donne si misero a chiacchierare e poi assaggiarono ciascuna un pezzetto di carne, che era davvero squisita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Assaggiamone un altro pezzetto - disse la vicina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E così fecero. Un pezzo dopo l'altro, le due donne mangiarono tutta la carne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Giuha tornò a casa, la moglie gli disse che era molto spiacente ma che per cena c'erano solo verdure e un po' di cuscus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- E dov'è finita tutta la carne che ho comprato questa mattina? - chiese Giuha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mentre ero girata, il gatto ha mangiato tutta la carne - rispose la donna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha la guardò sospettoso e uscì in cerca del gatto. Quando lo trovò, rientrò a casa con una bilancia e lo pesò. Il gatto pesava esattamente tre chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allora Giuha si volse verso la moglie e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- O moglie, se questo è il gatto, dov'è la carne? E se questa è la carne, allora dov'è il gatto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5pt 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin: 5pt 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.splinder.com%2Fmyblog%2Fedit%2Fpost%2F456548%3Fedit%5Bnid%5D%3D17449796&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-5292525784715446568?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/5292525784715446568/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/06/giuha-e-il-gatto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5292525784715446568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/5292525784715446568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/06/giuha-e-il-gatto.html' title='Giuha e il gatto'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BB4EukO6wTg/TsrBKJTVmGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9d0TjZRMggU/s72-c/gatto-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-3524563179430260513</id><published>2008-05-29T02:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:14:46.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abbigliamento mondo arabo'/><title type='text'>Abbigliamento nel mondo arabo tra passato e presente :</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Abaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SifFFW9PMJI/Tsq9eZayduI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ca4kUVe65pw/s1600/abaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SifFFW9PMJI/Tsq9eZayduI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ca4kUVe65pw/s200/abaya.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;L'abaya è un indumento femminile utilizzato nei paesi musulmani. Si tratta di un lungo &amp;nbsp;mantello che la donna indossa sopra il vestito quando è in pubblico. Copre tutto il corpo ad eccezione della testa, delle mani e dei piedi. Tradizionalmente è nero in quanto un decreto religioso (fatwa) ordina che l'abaya sia confezionato con "un tessuto spesso, opaco e ampio, per non rivelare le parti del corpo", può essere portato con lo &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;o con il niqab (velo che copre il viso della donna). &amp;nbsp;Alcune donne scelgono anche portare i guanti neri lunghi, in modo che le loro mani siano coperte. Si usa soprattutto nei paesi del Golfo Persico. In Arabia Saudita le donne sono obbligate a portare l’abaya mentre il niqab è facoltatiivo. In Iran ne esiste una variante che prende il nome di chador.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -4.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -4.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_813779547"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; 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un cammello, mentre attraversava la steppa, vide ai suoi piedi nell'erba, una minuscola formica.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  La piccolina trasportava un grosso fuscello, dieci volte più grosso di lei. Il cammello restò un bel pezzo a guardare come la formica si dava da fare, poi disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  - Più ti guardo e più ti ammiro. Tu porti sulle spalle, come se niente fosse, un carico dieci volte più grosso di te. lo invece non porto che un sacco, e le ginocchia mi si piegano. Come mai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  - Come mai? - rispose la formica, fermandosi un momento. - Ma è semplice: io lavoro per me stessa,mentre tu lavori per un padrone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  Si rimise il fuscello sulle spalle e riprese il suo cammino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 'Futura Std Medium'; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lefiabe.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.lefiabe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-2246234493135374534?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/2246234493135374534/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/04/il-cammello-e-la-formica.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2246234493135374534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/2246234493135374534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/04/il-cammello-e-la-formica.html' title='Il cammello e la formica'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCBgYDLhN44/Tsq3_lGM7YI/AAAAAAAAAgs/xg0h7tnitWw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-6030434699730011285</id><published>2008-04-08T02:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:19:15.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbio arabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="ske03"&gt;&lt;span class="ske04"&gt;Colui che no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ske04"&gt;n sa, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ske04"&gt;non sa di non sapere, è uno sciocco: evitalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colui che non sa, e sa di non sapere, è un ignorante: istruiscilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colui che sa, e non sa di sapere, è addormentato: sveglialo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colui che sa, e sa di sapere, è un saggio: seguilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsEvvDQZ1GI/TsqVVqmuF5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zny6xC8FOo/s1600/uomini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsEvvDQZ1GI/TsqVVqmuF5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zny6xC8FOo/s1600/uomini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F16644868%2Fproverbio-arabo&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-6030434699730011285?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/6030434699730011285/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/04/proverbio-arabo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6030434699730011285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/6030434699730011285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/04/proverbio-arabo.html' title='Proverbio arabo'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsEvvDQZ1GI/TsqVVqmuF5I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zny6xC8FOo/s72-c/uomini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-4280175981216143274</id><published>2008-03-20T05:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:11:53.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti mondo arabo'/><title type='text'>Il maestro di preghiera tra i berberi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmE_JPhqyKU/TsqSzZcgJ2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/4ZnEqOSPqFg/s1600/ilmaestro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmE_JPhqyKU/TsqSzZcgJ2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/4ZnEqOSPqFg/s1600/ilmaestro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In mezzo alle alte &lt;a href="http://granellidisabbia-najim.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-catena-montuosa-dellatlante.html" target="_blank"&gt;montagne dell'Atlante&lt;/a&gt;, vivevano molte tribù&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;berbere che parlavano solo la loro lingua e non conoscevano una sola parola in arabo. Avevano una vaga idea del Corano e delle preghiere, ma si sentivano musulmani e si addoloravano di non poter pregare con le parole del Libro Sacro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Durante una riunione annuale, un anziano di una di queste tribù propose di recarsi dal sultano per chiedergli di mandare nei villaggi una persona colta in grado di istruirli almeno sulle cose essenziali.&lt;br /&gt; I notabili del paese si recarono quindi dal Sultano di Fès, il quale si commosse di tanto zelo religioso e promise che avrebbe mandato uno degli uomini più sapienti della famosa e antichissima&amp;nbsp;università di Fès.&amp;nbsp;La tribù accolse quest'uomo con entusiasmo e grande ospitalità. Nel pomeriggio l'&lt;u&gt;Imam&lt;/u&gt; convocò la gente alla preghiera, tutti fecero le abluzioni e si disposero in file; in prima posizione si mise il maestro e stava già per iniziare quando si accorse che il terreno era bagnato e fangoso. Per non sporcare l'abito bianco prese un pezzo di una porta le cui assi erano però sconnesse e formavano delle fessure e vi salì sopra. Sollevò le mani come prescrive la tradizione ed esclamò: " Allahu Akbar " (Dio è grande) e tutti gli uomini schierati dietro di lui ripeterono: " Allahu Akbar ". Dopo la &lt;u&gt;Fatiha&lt;/u&gt; e la Sura del Corano, l'Imam si inchinò e tutti ripeterono le sue parole. Quindi si prostrò a terra fino a toccare le assi con la fronte e tutti lo imitarono e ripeterono le sue parole in arabo senza capire nulla. Purtroppo le fessure delle assi si allargarono e il naso del sapiente rimase nello spazio tra le due assi e quando si volle rialzare lo spazio si chiuse e il naso rimase intrappolato. A nulla valsero i suoi sforzi per liberarlo. Allora gridò ad alta voce: "Ho il naso imprigionato!" e tutti ripeterono in arabo: "Ho il naso imprigionato". Gridò ancora: "Venite ad aiutarmi!" e tutti ripeterono con fervore: "Venite ad aiutarmi!". Sempre più esasperato e dolorante l'Imam urlò: "Ma allora non capite proprio niente?" e tutti ripeterono con partecipazione "Ma allora non capite proprio niente?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; A questo punto l'Imam diede un forte strattone e si liberò, terminò la preghiera, salì sull'asino per ritornare in città e furioso disse: "Prima imparate l'arabo, poi ritornerò ad insegnarvi a pregare!".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Imam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Colui che sta davanti", dirige la preghiera e si mette da solo in prima fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fatiha&lt;/u&gt; : "La Aprente" prima Sura (capitolo) del Corano usata per iniziare la preghiera e in molte cerimonie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arab.it/" target="_blank"&gt;www.arab.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F16407315%2Fil-maestro-di-preghiera-tra-i-berberi&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; 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&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%09%09%40page%20%7B%20margin%3A%202cm%20%7D%0A%09%09P%20%7B%20margin-bottom%3A%200.21cm%20%7D%0A%09%2D%2D%3E--&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXZj0xkPiCA/TsqQQ2dLlKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7C3GjvKAy2E/s1600/hijab.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXZj0xkPiCA/TsqQQ2dLlKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7C3GjvKAy2E/s1600/hijab.jpeg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Per hijab si intende comunemente il foulard che copre il capo e le spalle delle donne musulmane. Il termine deriva dal verbo arabo “hajaba” (nascondere) e indica, nel suo significato originario, ogni ostacolo posto davanti a un oggetto o ad un individuo per sottrarlo alla vista altrui. In questo caso l’hijab &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ha lo scopo di proteggere le donne dagli sguardi lascivi e dalle attenzioni non richieste. In generale può&lt;/span&gt; essere composto da due pezzi: una prima cuffia che raccoglie e copre i capelli, tenendoli fermi, e un velo vero e proprio che viene appoggiato su questa, spesso lasciando che la cuffia sporga da sotto il velo. L’hijab può essere di qualsiasi colore, alcune donne lo preferiscono nero, altre bianco altre a fantasia e viene appuntato sotto il mento con una spilla. Le punte del foulard possono essere lasciate cadere morbidamente sul corpo oppure, per ragioni di praticità, avvolte attorno al collo come una sciarpa, in particolare quando si devono svolgere attività di tipo pratico. In generale è accompagnato da una tunica o da uno spolverino, ma può essere indossato anche con abiti normali, gonne camicie e pantaloni purché “adeguati”. La gonna deve essere lunga, la camicia larga, con maniche che arrivano sotto i gomiti e se indossata sui pantaloni, non troppo corta. Il velo è considerato una parte integrante dell’Islam da un gran numero di musulmani. Attaccare l’uso dell’hijab è come attaccare il diritto di un cristiano di portare la croce, o il diritto di un ebreo di indossare lo yarmulke.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;haik&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_813779547"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt; niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; 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document.oncontextmenu = function(){return false;} &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txpNxX4dPEo/TsqLUn3kmSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GbDG1W9j7zM/s1600/shahrazad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txpNxX4dPEo/TsqLUn3kmSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GbDG1W9j7zM/s400/shahrazad.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si&amp;nbsp;racconta che c'era nel tempo dei tempi e negli anni passati un potente sovrano, il suo nome era Shahriyàr. Il suo regno si estendeva alle Indie, alla Cina e alla Gran Tartaria, ma se egli era potente e ricco, certo non era felice, anzi, deluso ed infuriato per il tradimento della moglie, iniziò a concepire un odio mortale per l'intero genere femminile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ordinò così al visir di condurgli ogni sera una giovane fanciulla vergine, dopo aver trascorso con lei l’intera notte, la mattina seguente ne avrebbe ordinato l’ esecuzione. La strage continuò per tre anni propagando nella città un indescrivibile panico: molte famiglie per salvare le belle e innocenti fanciulle dal pericolo di essere scelte come spose del sovrano e da lui votate ad una morte precoce, fuggirono lasciando la capitale. Una sera il re ordinò al visir, come al solito, di portargli una nuova fanciulla. Il visir girovagò per tutta la città, ma non riuscì a trovare nemmeno una vergine; triste e avvilito, tornò a casa temendo l'ira del sovrano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ora bisogna sapere che il visir aveva due bellissime figliole, la maggiore si chiamava Shahrazàd che in arabo significa “figlia della luna” e la minore Dunyazad ,“ preziosa come l’oro”. Shahrazàd era anche molto istruita, aveva letto parecchi libri e conosceva una quantità di storie e leggende relative alle età passate, ai re antichi e ai poeti. Sapeva parlare molto bene ed era un piacere starla ad ascoltare. Alla vista del padre ella disse: " Perchè, padre mio, ti vedo chino in tal modo sotto il fardello delle pene e delle afflizioni? Sappi, o padre, che il poeta dice: &amp;lt; 0 tu che ti affliggi consolati! Niente dura: ogni gioia svanisce, ogni dolore si dimentica! &amp;gt; " Quando il visir udì queste parole, le raccontò dal principio alla fine come stavano le cose. Fu allora che Shahrazad si offrì di sposare il sultano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il visir tentò in tutti i modi di dissuaderla, ma niente la fece desistere dal suo progetto. Dal canto suo la fanciulla aveva un piano prestabilito che includeva anche l’aiuto di Dunyazad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il giorno del matrimonio, dopo il pranzo, quando gli sposi si ritirarono nella camera nuziale, il re vide che Shahrazad piangeva e le chiese il motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;" 0 re misericordioso, ho una sorellina alla quale vorrei dire addio! " Allora il re ordinò che venisse condotta Dunyazàd, e quando costei arrivò si gettò fra le braccia della sorella e poi si mise a sedere in fondo al letto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Per Allàh, sorella mia, raccontaci una storia che ci faccia passare lietamente la nottata! " E Shahrazàd rispose: " Lo farò ben volentieri se me lo concederà questo re cortese. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il sultano che non chiedeva di meglio che di&amp;nbsp;essere distratto dai suoi cupi pensieri, acconsentì. Shaharazad allora iniziò a raccontare una lunga storia, parlava lentamente e con grazia ed il re ne fu conquistato. Al mattino la storia non era ancora finita, ma la fanciulla si interruppe e disse ;” mio sovrano, vedo che ormai sei stanco e desideri riposare, terminerò la novella un’altra notte se me lo concedi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E così per mille e una notte, Shahrazad destò la curiosità del sovrano con i suoi racconti straordinari, ora incatenati l'uno all'altro come anelli di una collana, ora rinchiusi l'uno nell'altro come in un sistema di scatole cinesi. Quando Shahrazàd smise di raccontare, il re Shahriyàr aveva ormai dimenticato per amor suo l'antico odio per le donne; il tempo e la fantasia l'avevano riconciliato con la vita e così Shahrazàd salvò se stessa e ben più di mille e una fanciulla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F15585271%2Fle-mille-e-una-notte-di-shahrazad&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7611501840518338525?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7611501840518338525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-che-cera-nel-tempo-dei-tempi-e-negli.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7611501840518338525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7611501840518338525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-che-cera-nel-tempo-dei-tempi-e-negli.html' title='Le mille e una notte di Shahrazàd'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txpNxX4dPEo/TsqLUn3kmSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GbDG1W9j7zM/s72-c/shahrazad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-799871623167739870</id><published>2007-12-28T07:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:12:00.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverbi arabi'/><title type='text'>Proverbi arabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Esamina ciò che viene detto, non quello che parla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-L'avido è calvo e pretende un pettine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Un beneficio rinfacciato vale quanto un'offesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Un uomo può valerne cento e cento non valerne uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Meno il cuore è nobile, più la testa è eretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Si può vivere senza fratelli, ma non senza amici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Se ti fermi ogni volta che un cane abbaia, non finirai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;mai la tua strada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Il genere umano si divide in tre classi: gli inamovibili,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;quelli che sono mossi, e quelli che muovono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Il frutto della pace è appeso all'albero del silenzio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;-Sotto il sole del deserto il cammelliere fa i suoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; progetti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;ma li fa anche il cammello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKnl0Y8fWMs/Tsba-Wb6xSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/23uuJZl08rI/s1600/cammelliere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKnl0Y8fWMs/Tsba-Wb6xSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/23uuJZl08rI/s320/cammelliere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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font-size: 21px;"&gt;haik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--{cke_protected}{C}%3C!%2D%2D%0A%09%09%40page%20%7B%20margin%3A%202cm%20%7D%0A%09%09P%20%7B%20margin-bottom%3A%200.21cm%20%7D%0A%09%2D%2D%3E--&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLNUOlbVVNU/TsbV8I45tAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/N-dxX8U4fEI/s1600/haik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLNUOlbVVNU/TsbV8I45tAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/N-dxX8U4fEI/s400/haik.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Era il velo tradizionale delle donne in alcune regioni del Marocco e dell’Algeria. Fece la sua comparsa nel xv secolo ed era indossato per nascondere la bellezza delle ragazze&amp;nbsp; cittadine che attraversavano i vicoli della casbah o erano alle&amp;nbsp; prese in altre attività pubbliche. L’indumento permetteva inoltre, di fare una distinzione sociale tra le cittadine e la gente modesta. Il suo colore bianco immacolato, si dice, attenuasse il calore del sole e proteggesse la pelle. Alla fine del XVI secolo, le Algerine lo abbinarono ad una&amp;nbsp; veletta per evitare di restare troppo a lungo occupate a portarsi il velo a livello del viso nel momento in cui pensavano di essere vicine ad uno straniero o per non essere riconosciute per strada. Oggigiorno sta scomparendo. Soltanto qualche anziana signora continua a portarlo, le altre preferiscono portare l'&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;o la &lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2010/09/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;djellaba &lt;/a&gt;marocchina, più pratici e funzionali, utilizzandolo solo nelle occasioni speciali: per esempio le spose, lo usano come mantello per coprire l’abito all’inizio della cerimonia. Il termine deriva dal verbo haka, che significa ‘tessere’ ed indica una stoffa tessuta in maniera tradizionale, in casa. A seconda delle diverse usanze possono essere usati fili di seta, come in Algeria, o di lana, come in Tunisia. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;L&lt;em&gt;’ &lt;/em&gt;haik è una pezza di tessuto bianco rettangolare, alta non più di un metro e mezzo,&amp;nbsp; tre volte più lunga, solitamente a tinta unita ma a volte anche a righe colorate. L’ indossavano sia gli uomini che le donne, gli abitanti delle città e dei villaggi ed, essendo priva di cuciture, poteva essere drappeggiata&amp;nbsp; direttamente&amp;nbsp; sul corpo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arabolical; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti potrebbero anche interessare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/05/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;abaya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/03/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;hijab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2008/11/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;litham&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2009/10/abbigliamento-nel-mondo-arabo-tra.html"&gt;niqab o nekab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbio arabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ1884GaYgg/TsbTM7dRa2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/EcLuCEoow9Q/s1600/non+dire+2+parole+se+1+%25C3%25A8+sufficiente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ1884GaYgg/TsbTM7dRa2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/EcLuCEoow9Q/s1600/non+dire+2+parole+se+1+%25C3%25A8+sufficiente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't use two words whereone will do.&lt;em&gt;Arabic proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ne dépense pas deux mots si un seul te suffit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbe arabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Calligraphie © Hassan Massoudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/hassan.massoudy/galerie" target="_blank"&gt;http://pagesperso-orange.fr/hassan.massoudy/galerie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-1998020384227747739?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/1998020384227747739/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/non-dire-due-parole-se-una-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1998020384227747739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1998020384227747739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/non-dire-due-parole-se-una-e.html' title='Non dire due parole se una è sufficiente'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ1884GaYgg/TsbTM7dRa2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/EcLuCEoow9Q/s72-c/non+dire+2+parole+se+1+%25C3%25A8+sufficiente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-721834029041546219</id><published>2007-11-20T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:43:21.713+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>I libri di Najim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Partire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGtDDmQ3t4/TsbQ3iiIZjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cUDql30_7k4/s1600/partire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeGtDDmQ3t4/TsbQ3iiIZjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cUDql30_7k4/s200/partire.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Tangeri, d’inverno, il Caffè Hafa si trasforma in un osservatorio dei sogni e delle loro conseguenze. I gatti della terrazze, del cimitero e del forno più importante del Marshan si danno appuntamento lì come per assistere a uno spettacolo silenzioso da cui tutti si fanno incantare. Le lunghe pipe di kif circolano da un tavolo all’altro, e i bicchieri di tè alla menta si raffreddano circondati da api che finiscono per caderci dentro, nell’indifferenza degli avventori persi ormai da tempo nelle volute dell’hascisc e di fantasticherie da quattro soldi. In fondo a una delle sale, due uomini preparano scrupolosamente la pozione che dischiude le porte ai viaggi. Uno di loro seleziona le foglie e le sminuzza con una tecnica rapida ed efficace. Nessuno dei due solleva la testa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gli altri, seduti sulle stuoie e con le spalle al muro, fissano l’orizzonte come a interrogare il proprio destino. Guardano il mare, le nuvole che si confondono con le montagne, e aspettano l’apparizione delle prime luci della Spagna. Le seguono senza vederle, e talvolta le vedono proprio quando sono velate dalla bruma e dal cattivo tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tutti tacciono. Tutti hanno l’orecchio teso. Stasera forse farà la sua comparsa, parlerà loro, canterà loro la canzone dell’annegato trasformato in una stella marina sospesa sopra lo stretto. Hanno stabilito di non nominarla mai. Nominarla significherebbe annientarla, oltre a causare una sequela di disgrazie. Quindi tutti si guardano l’un l’altro senza dire niente. Ciascuno entra nel proprio sogno senza dire niente. Solo il maestro del tè, il proprietario del posto, e i suoi servitori sono esenti dall’incantesimo, intenti come sono a preparare e a servire con discrezione le bevande, andando e venendo da una terrazza all’altra senza disturbare il sogno di nessuno. […]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lasciare il paese. Era un’ossessione, una specie di chiodo fisso che lo tormentava giorno e notte. Come fare? Come farla finita con quell’umiliazione? Partire, lasciare questa terra che non ne voleva più sapere dei suoi figli, voltare le spalle a un paese così bello per poi tornare, un giorno, a testa alta e forse ricco, partire per salvarsi la pelle, pur rischiando di perderla….ci pensava, e non capiva come fosse potuto arrivare fino a quel punto; quell’ossessione ben presto era diventata una maledizione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaa7va7nNI8/TtlDMyE-6qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pNhUhw9UQjk/s200/favola1.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Il figlio di Giuha era sempre preoccupato del giudizio della gente e non voleva far nulla che non incontrasse l'approvazione degli altri, così suo padre decise di insegnargli che accontentare tutti è impossibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Prese il suo asino, vi salì sopra e disse a suo figlio di seguirlo a piedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passarono vicino ad un gruppo di donne, che cominciarono a borbottare contro di loro e una&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;disse: - Che razza di uomo sei, hai il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHKU-P5jYc/TtlDNiq9xdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UCt9LkAk36I/s1600/favola2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHKU-P5jYc/TtlDNiq9xdI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UCt9LkAk36I/s200/favola2.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cuore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;di pietra? Tu cavalchi l'asino e quel povero ragazzo ti segue a piedi...!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allora Giuha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fece salire suo figlio sull'asino e si mise ad andare a piedi dietro di lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dopo un po', incontrarono un gruppo di anziani che li guardarono con disapprovazione, pensando che non era questo il modo di educare i figli e dissero a Giuha: - Ma come, alla tua età vai a piedi e lasci che il tuo giovane figlio cavalchi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;l'asino? È così che si insegna il&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;rispetto delle persone anziane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkl5xCHtoyo/TtlDO7pQ3CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VDlecWXMxeM/s1600/favola3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkl5xCHtoyo/TtlDO7pQ3CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VDlecWXMxeM/s200/favola3.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Giuha guardò suo figlio e disse: - Hai sentito? Forse è meglio che cavalchiamo l'asino assieme, e si avviarono nuovamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passarono vicino ad un gruppo di amici di Giuha, che non riuscirono ad esimersi dall'esclamare: - Non vi vergognate? Come fate a cavalcare in due quella povera bestia, se insieme pesate più di lei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Così Giuha disse a suo figlio: - Scendiamo dall'asino e andiamo a piedi tutti e due, così non si arrabbieranno più con noi né le donne, né gli anziani, né i miei amici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ADbijNtVl4/TtlDQHwTG0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MXLPD4dlAQ8/s1600/favola4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ADbijNtVl4/TtlDQHwTG0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MXLPD4dlAQ8/s200/favola4.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La scenetta, a quel punto, era esilarante: due uomini che seguono a piedi, quasi con reverenza, un asino che trotterella davanti, veloce libero di ogni&amp;nbsp; carico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un gruppo di ragazzi scoppiò a ridere: - Perchè fargli fare la fatica di camminare,povero asino? Non è meglio, a questo punto, che lo trasportiate voi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allora Giuha prese un grosso ramo di albero e vi legò l'asino, poi mise un'estremità del ramo sulle sue spalle e l'altra sulle spalle del figlio e così trasportarono l'asino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZasaYKavdE/TtlDMDfvA-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Gbm1r_zXRmA/s1600/favola5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZasaYKavdE/TtlDMDfvA-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Gbm1r_zXRmA/s200/favola5.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La gente li vide e si radunò a loro ridendo,finchè non arrivò la polizia, che prese Giuha e suo figlio e li portò al manicomio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando furono lì Giuha guardò suo figlio e disse: - Hai visto dove si finisce, quando si vuole accontentare tutti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arpnet.it/petra/asino.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.arpnet.it/petra/asino.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F13769099%2Fgiuha-ed-il-capretto-costoso&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-7563087268301144425?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/7563087268301144425/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/quando-si-vuole-accontentare-tutti.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7563087268301144425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/7563087268301144425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/12/quando-si-vuole-accontentare-tutti.html' title='Quando si vuole accontentare tutti'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaa7va7nNI8/TtlDMyE-6qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/pNhUhw9UQjk/s72-c/favola1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-1314239975306353654</id><published>2007-10-28T06:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:29:11.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racconti mondo arabo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufi'/><title type='text'>Tre consigli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7G8QM09jU/TsUy_ooJxHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ceYFrsho_uM/s1600/3+consigli.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7G8QM09jU/TsUy_ooJxHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ceYFrsho_uM/s1600/3+consigli.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Un giorno un uomo catturò un uccello. L'uccello gli disse; "Non posso esserti utile finché sono prigioniero. Liberami e ti darò tre preziosi consigli".&lt;br /&gt; L'uccello promise di dare il primo consiglio ancora nelle mani dell'uomo, il secondo quando avrebbe raggiunto il ramo di un albero e il terzo una volta raggiunta la cima di una montagna. L'uomo accettò e sollecitò il primo consiglio.&lt;br /&gt; "Se perdi qualcosa", disse l'uccello, "anche se ci tieni quanto la tua vita, non rimpiangerlo".&lt;br /&gt; L'uomo lasciò la presa e l'uccello andò ad appollaiarsi su un ramo.&lt;br /&gt; "Non credere mai a cose contrarie al buonsenso senza chiedere prove", elargì come secondo consiglio.&lt;br /&gt; Poi l'uccello volò in cima alla montagna, dalla quale dichiarò: "Oh, sventurato! Il mio corpo racchiude due enormi gioielli. Se solo mi avessi ucciso, ora sarebbero tuoi!".&lt;br /&gt; L'uomo si tormentò al pensiero di ciò che aveva appena perso e chiese all'uccello: "Dammi almeno il terzo consiglio!".&lt;br /&gt; "Sei proprio un idiota!", rispose l'uccello. "Sei ancora qui a chiedermi altri consigli, quando non ti sei nemmeno soffermato per un attimo sui primi due! Ti ho detto di non tormentarti per la perdita di qualcosa e di non prestare fede a cose contrarie al buonsenso. Ed è proprio ciò che stai facendo in questo momento! Ti stai lasciando andare a credere in ridicole assurdità e ti stai tormentando perché hai perso qualcosa! Non vedi che non sono abbastanza grande da contenere due enormi gioielli? Sei uno stupido! Pertanto, continuerai a essere prigioniero degli abituali limiti imposti a ogni uomo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sufi.it/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.sufi.it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fteallamenta.splinder.com%2Fpost%2F14471032%2Ftre-consigli&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80" style="border: none; height: 80px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062431402084551183-1314239975306353654?l=teallamenta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/feeds/1314239975306353654/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/10/tre-consigli.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1314239975306353654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062431402084551183/posts/default/1314239975306353654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teallamenta.blogspot.com/2007/10/tre-consigli.html' title='Tre consigli'/><author><name>najim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160013810198518108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lF9x2a6xNpQ/SGUYggmryVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTu0PFBH3HA/S220/donna+farfalla.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7G8QM09jU/TsUy_ooJxHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ceYFrsho_uM/s72-c/3+consigli.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062431402084551183.post-6580551573245608988</id><published>2007-10-20T03:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:20:05.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calligrafia araba'/><title type='text'>Il tempo non è che un fluire e rifluire. 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