The story of King Sancho illustrates how the various communities got along. In the late tenth century CE, Sancho inherited the throne of Leon, a Christian kingdom north of Spain. Sancho’s subjects soon began referring to him as Sancho the Fat, the sort of nickname a king never likes to hear his subjects using with impunity. Poor Sancho might more accurately have been called Sancho the Medically Obese, but his nobles could not take the large view. They regarded Sancho’s size as proof of an internal weakness that made him unfit to rule, so they deposed him.Sancho then heard about a Jewish physician named Hisdai ibn Shaprut who reputedly knew how to cure obesity. Hisdai was employed by the Muslim ruler in Córdoba, so Sancho headed south with his mother and retinue to seek treatments. The Muslim ruler Abdul Rahman the Third welcomed Sancho as an honored guest and had him stay at the royal palace until Hisdai had shrunk him down, whereupon Sancho returned to Leon, reclaimed his throne, and signed a treaty of friendship with Abdul Rahman. A Christian king received treatments from a Jewish physician at the court of a Muslim ruler: there you have the story of Muslim Spain in a nutshell. When Europeans talk about the Golden Age of Islam, they are often thinking of the Spanish khalifate, because this was the part of the Muslim world that Europeans knew the most about.

— Destiny Disrupted

the poet Firdausi, who was writing Shahnama شاهنامه (The Book of Kings), an epic history of the Persian nation from the beginning of time to the birth of Islam, all in rhyming couplets. In the Middle World he has a stature comparable to Dante. Sultan Mahmud Ghaznavi extravagantly promised this man one piece of gold for each couplet of his finished epic. He was shocked when Firdausi finally presented him with the longest poem ever penned by a single man: The Book of Kings has over sixty thousand couplets. “Did I say gold?” the sultan frowned. “I meant to say silver. One piece of silver for each couplet.”The offended Firdausi went off in a huff and offered his poem to another king. According to legend, Sultan Mahmud later regretted his penny-pinching and sent servants with trunk loads of gold to coax the poet back, but they were knocking on the front door of the poet’s house while his corpse was being carried out the back for burial.

— Destiny Disrupted

Sultan Masud Ghaznavi himself was a formidable specimen of a man. Too heavy for most horses, he customarily rode an elephant, of which he had a whole battalion penned up in the marshy canebrakes along the Helmand River. Make no mistake, however, his great girth was all muscle. He went into battle with a sword only he could swing and a battleaxe so huge, no one else could even lift it. Even the great Sultan Mahmud reputedly feared his boy.

— Destiny Disrupted

My guy was like Guts from Berserk, but for the ancient Turks

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على راسي "اتة"
بس غير مكتوب همين، عبد الإله بالـ 1941 فلت لقاعدة عسكرية بالحبانية لحدما رجعه الجيش البريطاني للعرش

النظام الملكي تكدر تقسمه لفترتين:
فترة فيصل الأول (لحد 1933) اللي هي فترة تأسيس الدولة ومؤسساتها وجان أكو عمل حقيقي لتأسيس الكيان المسمى بالعراق.
فترة التدهور، من بعد وفاة فيصل الأول لحد 1958. هنا صارت كلمن إلة، الضباط الشريفيين والسياسيين كلمن مسيطر على لواء، وكل اسبوعين يصير انقلاب وتطلع مظاهرة

سُئِلَ علي بن الحسين (ع) عَن التوحيد، فقال: إنّ اللهَ عز وجل عَلِم أنّه سيكون في آخرِ الزمانِ أقوامٌ متعمِّقون فأنزلَ اللهُ تعالى: «قُلۡ هُوَ ٱللَّهُ أَحَدٌ» والآياتِ مِن سورةِ الحديد إلى قولِه «وَهُوَ عَلِيمٌ بِذَاتِ الصُّدُورِ» فَمَن رامَ وراءَ ذلِكَ فَقَد هَلك.

عن أبي عبد الله (ع) قال: «إنّ أشدّ الناسِ بلاءً النبيون ثُمّ الوصيون ثُمّ الأمثَل فالأمثَل وإنّما يُبتَلى المؤمن على قدرِ أعمالِه الحسنة، فمَن صحَّ دينُه وحَسُنَ عمَله، إشتَدَّ بلاؤه وذلك أنّ اللهَ تعالى لَم يَجعل الدنيا ثوابًا لمؤمنٍ ولا عقوبةً لكافر ومَن سَخُف دِينُه وضَعف عقلُه، قَلَّ بلاؤه وأنّ البلاءَ أسرَع إلى المؤمِن التَقي مِنَ المطرِ إلى قَرارِ الأرض»

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Our sense of being an integrated, embodied self seems to depend crucially on back-and-forth, echo-like “reverberation” between the brain and the rest of the body—and indeed, thanks to empathy, between the self and others.

Despite its vehement tendency to assert its privacy and independence, the self actually emerges from a reciprocity of interactions with others and with the body it is embedded in. When it withdraws from society and retreats from its own body it barely exists; at least not in the sense of a mature self that defines our existence as human beings. Indeed, autism could be regarded fundamentally as a disorder of self-consciousness, and if so, research on this disorder may help us understand the nature of consciousness itself.

— The Tell-tale Brain

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