Mussadiq Rabbani > Mussadiq's Quotes

“The door handle is the handshake of the building.”
― Juhani Pallasmaa, The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the Senses

“Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.”
― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

“The great point in Christianity is the search for an independent content for spiritual life which, according to the insights of its founder, could be elevated, not by the forces of a world external to the soul of man, but by the revelation of a new world within his soul. Islam fully agrees with this insight and supplements it by the further insight that the illumination of the new world thus revealed is not something foreign to the world of matter but permeates it through and through.
Thus the affirmation of spirit sought by Christianity would come not by the renunciation of external forces which are already permeated by the illumination of spirit, but by a proper adjustment of man's relation to these forces in view of the light received from the world within.”
― Allama Iqbal, The Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam

“كفنا ألقت بخيط الوحدة
كم تري فى أمرنا من عُقدة ؟
قد مضينا كنجوم حائرة
إخوة لكن وجوه نافره”
― Muhammad Iqbal, The Secrets of the Self: A Philosophical Poem 1944

“كل من فى نفسه لا يحكمُ
هو فى حُكم سواه مُرغَمُ”
― Muhammad Iqbal, The Secrets of the Self: A Philosophical Poem 1944

“let this be our beautiful departure from stagnation; let our minds come alive; enter another dimension; go beyond the stars eagerly struggling to find that... which our naked eyes did not know existed; rise like a falcon born to soar and not be alone but be present amongst others.”
― Muhammad Iqbal

“My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.”
― Allama Iqbal

“Ich hört' in meiner Bücherei des Nachts
Den Bücherwurm den Schmetterling befragen:
"Ich habe mein Nest in Ibn Sinas Blättern,
Bin in Farabis Manuskript beschlagen -
Den Sinn des Lebens hab' ich nicht verstanden,
Ganz sonnenlos leb' ich in finstern Tagen!"
Wie schön sprach darauf der halbverbrannte Falter:
"Nach diesem Punkt darfst du nicht Bücher fragen:
Nur Fieberglut kann neues Leben bringen,
Nur Fieberflut gibt deinem Leben Schwingen!”
― Muhammad Iqbal

“قیودِ شام و سحر میں بسر تو کی لیکن
نظامِ کُہنہ عالم سے آشنا نہ ھوا”
― Allama Iqbal, Bang-e-Dara / بانگ درا

“maa tujhe salaam

pher lete hai nazar jis waqt bete or bahu..

ajnabi apne hi ghar me hae ban jati hai maaa..”
― Allama Iqbal poetry

“Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.”
― Allama Iqbal

“It is the mysterious touch of the ideal that animates and sustains the real, and through it alone we can discover and affirm the ideal.”
― Allama Iqbal, The Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam

“From love's plectrum arises
the song of the string of life
Love is the light of life
love is the fire of life”
― Allama Iqbal

“The new world is as yet
behind the veil of destiny
In my eyes, however
its dawn has been unveiled”
― Allama Iqbal

“وممات الحي فقدان الرجاء
يُطفئ الشعلة فِقدان الهواء”
― Muhammad Iqbal, The Secrets of the Self

“The revealed and mystic literature of mankind bears ample testimony to the fact that religious experience has been too enduring and dominant in the history of mankind to be rejected as mere illusion. There seems to be no reason, then, to accept the normal level of human experience as fact and reject its other levels as mystical and emotional.”
― Allama Iqbal, The Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam

“The alchemist of the West has turned stone into glass
But my alchemy has transmuted glass into flint

Pharaohs of today have stalked me in vain”
― Allama Muhammad Iqbal

“people who have no hold over their process of thinking ara likely to be ruined by liberty of thought.”
― Allama Iqbal

“Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqder se pehle

Khuda bande se khud pooche bata teri raza kya hai.”
― allama iqbal

“My father was one of those men who sit in a room and you can feel it: the simmer, the sense of some unpredictable force that might, at any moment, break loose, and do something terrible. [Burnside, p. 27]”
― John Burnside, A Lie About My Father: A Memoir