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		<title>Two-Way Street</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I sit and wait for my day of judgment, I ponder the future. Can I continue to live my life as I dream and desire? Or will I remain doomed to a lifetime of cries and days of gloom? People say that I am arrogant and full of myself. I say that if you [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>As I sit and wait for my day of judgment, <br /> I ponder the future.</p>
<p>Can I continue to live my life as I dream and desire?<br /> Or will I remain doomed to a lifetime of cries <br /> and days of gloom?</p>
<p>People say that I am arrogant and full of myself. <br /> I say that if you really know me and my life, <br /> you would understand the struggle that lies within my heart.</p>
<p>Living as I do, I have to be this way. <br /> Not able to shed tears, for fear <br /> that my moment of weakness will appear. <br /> Trying to remain hard, <br /> not to show my cards <br /> so that I can have another day of happiness with my kids.</p>
<p>Learning how to be a mother and a woman above all, <br /> and yearning for the life of a family: I so desperately need that.</p>
<p>But I have to put my past life behind me <br /> and never look back.</p>
<p>I can’t live the past and feel peace within my heart,<br /> because if the streets don’t wear me down,<br /> the nightmares will tear me apart.</p>
<p>They say crying heals the soul. <br /> I wonder how true that is. <br /> I cry every night in hopes that I get my soul back.</p>
<p>This is a two-way street, so speak&#8212;<br /> but I am sorry to say, <br /> it can only go one way.</p>
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		<title>Dreamy World of the Past</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 79 (January - February 2011)]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[The grace and flavor of our legendary glorious past does no longer exist in a great many people and in most of the places. Just like our thoughts and feelings, our joys, pleasures and philosophy of life have altogether changed. Our feelings and emotions are all in a tumble; our desires and cravings are ropey [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The grace and flavor of our legendary glorious past does no longer exist in a great many people and in most of the places. Just like our thoughts and feelings, our joys, pleasures and philosophy of life have altogether changed. Our feelings and emotions are all in a tumble; our desires and cravings are ropey and repulsive. The intellectual world is in pitiful plight; the literature is ragged and riven in the net of the soulless thinking; the arts are entrusted to those who escape from their identities and who commit their soul to the devil. Our urban planning is head-to-head with pens and shanty settlements; our architecture is like a motley assortment of things and is so much devoid of aesthetics that it makes even the burrowing rodents laugh. Alongside the vertiginous growth and expansion of our villages, towns and cities, they are each a clear example of the achievement in the race of ruining nature. Our pasture lands and plains are getting arid in the grip of a terrible desertification; our farms and orchards are the alarming circumstantial evidences for our lack of liveliness and vigor. Our streets are like long narrow tunnels among the buildings lining back-to-back on each side of the road; our windows are like the apertures in a wall letting everyone penetrate thoroughly and into every part of our privacy in home life. It is an abuse of the concepts and disrespect to the words to accept such towns and cities something “urban,” call such residences as “accommodation,” and regard such concrete jungles as “dwellings places.”</p>
<p>In earlier times, our houses, roads, and neighborhoods were all neat, nice and warm. Our pleasures and enjoyments, our understanding of aesthetics, our perception of the arts were each a reflection of our spirit and of the profundity of our world of thought. Our homes were a place of rest and relief in the soft and smooth bosom of nature. Our neighborhoods were each a display and a stage where our world of thought and philosophy of life were exhibited and staged. Our roads that were crowded with mosques, Sufi lodges, schools, and other educational institutions and that made us think, feel, and emotionally inspired as if they were corridors opened to the metaphysical realms were the quintessence of liveliness and exquisiteness, getting us to a journey to a world of fancy evoking more charms and delights than that which is real-a journey imbuing our hearts with the most romantic feelings. Such was our places that we have gotten to know and possessed the experience through those still in existence; and we have seized up those that ceased to exist through the lens of the remains of those yet left.</p>
<p>Once we could constantly feel the mother nature extremely close to us physically and emotionally as if we were held and fondled lovingly in our mother’s bosom; we would never had the feeling of being away from the beauties but would make ourselves acquainted with the manifestations of the Most Beautiful of the Beautiful at different wavelengths at every single day. We would open our windows and doors whenever we wished and let those bountiful Divine beauties becoming manifest all over the place flow even into our bedrooms. We would turn our cottages, houses, villas, and mansions into a nice, charming spot in the universe in proportion to their caliber and could live the joyest of pleasures and the highest of excitements in such a miniature place of bliss. Again whenever we wished we would turn from our dwellings towards our surroundings, fill our ears with multifarious tunes and melodies resonating in the bosom of the entire existence and entertain our hearts with the most pleasing of the musical sounds.</p>
<p>Those days, we would imbibe-as if drinking in sips or taking breaths-all the beauties of our gardens and orchards that were more beautiful than the ornate tails of peacocks and more flamboyant than the wings of butterflies; we would live unquenchable joys and pleasures while taking a glance at the vicinities evoking in our minds the spectacular views of heavenly panoramas.</p>
<p>Just like our homes, our streets, neighborhoods and even towns and cities-with all parts and in all aspects, were like a special spot in the heart, a perspective of our sentiments, and an image of our thoughts reflected in various shapes. We would scent out and find in them the inclinations of our souls, their connectedness with our aspirations and all the immensity and profundity of the features making up our identity. No matter whether worn-out or well-kept, colorful or faded, our homes and streets were like living beings whispering constantly the lyrics of an immense message of the past.</p>
<p>All those buildings and residential areas with their cultivated, delicate, elegant, and oriental characteristics-exactly similar to the polite and courteous people dwelling in those houses, walking through those streets, and residing in those neighborhoods, were somewhat romantic, and more than that they looked like the corridors of heavenly pavilions and the shades of heavenly sceneries.</p>
<p>Some houses from among them were so exuberant and dynamic just like an establishment dedicated to worshipping or educating people. Looking from this perspective, they looked as if one could see the pure companions of Paradise in them. As every soul and sound in them spur mysterious inspirations-like a bud putting out new shoots, we would be filled with amazement and feel ourselves face-to-face with the most invisible and the most unknown of the lights, patterns, shades and hues.</p>
<p>Some of those houses would plant themselves in front of us as if they were petrified records of history and relate many, many stories to us through the fading and rusts here and there, through their calcified façades and their ages old artistic styles, and through the signs of wear and tear formed on their walls as a result of the happenings in the course of time.</p>
<p>As soon as some of those houses came into our view with a stance and style of their own-resembling our virtuous mothers with their loose outer garments evoking chastity and respect in us, they would make a way into us with seriousness, dignity and awe, and would blow self-control and possession into our spirits.</p>
<p>Still some other houses would look like a sign and symbol indicative of the beauty, profundity, grace, elegance, and mellowness of their indwellers through their pleasant colors of rosy pink, orange red, deep chestnut, violet, and lavender blue.</p>
<p>The expanse of our faith, the utmost end of our hopes, and the expectations of the furthest kind would come just before our eyes whenever we saw those houses reflecting the meaning, essence, tint, and style of a shared belief, a shared culture and a shared civilization with the heavenly profundity. The elegance, artistic style and beauty of those houses were so profound and so harmonious with the book of nature that the blueness of the azure sky and the gorgeous patterns of the earth were in close association with most of those houses, and as such one would think of each and every one of these houses as a cradle swaying between the lights, colors, and patterns of the earth and the skies. While one looks around or contemplates right before them, they would feel themselves up in the skies according to the immensity of their imagination and would be mesmerized as if they were the children of incredible bounties.</p>
<p>It was this good taste and pleasure in our landscaping, architecture, and city planning evoking in mind and spirit the feeling of connectedness between the earth and the skies-the feeling that aroused in such people as Pierre Loti (1850–1923) to have their last sleep in the shade of our sycamore maples that are as peaceful as the gardens of Paradise.</p>
<p>Those who lived in our houses and neighborhoods would feel the melodies in all tones, see the flowers blooming in all shades of color in our gardens and woods almost all the time, and experience the joyest of pleasures at the face of the dazzling harmony of the entire existence. Through their openings-one to the skies and the other to the earth, these houses and mansions would make one able to behold such an immense size greater than a hundredfold of their vastness of size and would become a door to the infinitude beyond their spatial largeness.</p>
<p>It was like a fairyland enchanting everyone with those houses in our towns marked with congruence and harmony with one another and those in our villages with their beauties at different wavelengths-with all these houses that provided relief and gave pleasure to the senses; with our roads long drawn out in loops; with our spacious mansions and palaces holding their heads high, honest and blameless as if they personified in concrete form the independence of an efficacious heart in the highest degree. It was such an enchanting land with our houses of prayer as the very heart of this entire harmony; with the minarets at one corner of these places of worship-just like an emphatic interjection in a discourse-proclaiming the greatest truth several times a day; with little domes that are gathered around the essence hidden in the spirit and meaning both the minaret and the mosque communicate; and with a compact group of religious schools, healthcare facilities, hostels and soup kitchens that are like a group of hatches taking refuge in and walking around a sitter. It was such a captivating land with the gardens, woods, swinging cypresses, breezes blowing with fragrant smells, free-standing fountains, drinking fountains, and bowers all over the place that were designed with a unique taste, some of whom were in peace and watchful and some in loud clamor-all of them were in a race to convey a message to us.</p>
<p>People in those days would rush from cities to the country for a change of air and seek for the pleasure of cheerfulness and joy, peace and serenity, and privacy and seclusion, or they move from villages to cities which were not too noisy at the time, experience the elevation, solemnity and seriousness of urban life, and would become accustomed to more systematic and broadminded urban ways. With the belief that they attained more profundity in both thoughts and feelings in cities, they would keep moving there and back.</p>
<p>Alongside the general outlook of the urban and rural life with a shared intellectual and cultural attitude, one could notice the diversity within society that is worthy of mentioning. Every single village, town, or city was kind of reflecting the same matter in a distinct way and expressing, so to speak, a metaphor in a poetic manner in different ways of versification. To a certain degree, each and every single one of them revealed a different style in attitude, composition, and evocative qualities. Each one of them was a miniature of the entire world reminiscent of a feast and festivity in a state of exhilaration, warmth and fervent ecstasy-a miniature formed and built up through hard work and physical and intellectual efforts lasting for ages, attaining a profound aesthetic beauty, and dazzling with their animate and inanimate accessories improving them.</p>
<p>Metropolises were, so to speak, a concord of fineness and beauty in every way through the strenuous efforts of the grand architects and the landscapers with thriving aesthetic tastes. The beauties of our orchards and gardens impressing our hearts like a poem; the stretching of our plains and meadows in joy; the monumental stance of our hills and mountains; the gentle murmuring of our drinking fountains and rivulets into the hearts; the graceful tulips everywhere dimpling up to us as if smiling; the rubicund cheeked roses with diffusing fragrance that we know fairly well for ages; our sweet scented carnations and pinks that are sharp and biting to the taste as if saying, “there is no rose without thorns”; the pleasant daisies that are so common in our lands and thus suffer our aloofness and disregard; the small violets that are so beautiful and yet so low at the soil level as if they are the symbol of unpretentiousness and meekness; the lilies that are so choosy and unwilling to become familiar; the tender, delicate magnolias which are as sensitive as our hearts; the hyacinths as our next door neighbor and relative; and the camellias and orchids that we become familiar later on-all these beauties with a smell reminiscent of elegiac tunes and the colors bringing to mind the eternal beauties would inflame the hearts that were amorous with eternity and would constantly remind us of the realm to be sought. When the chirping of the birds, the humming of insects, the bleating of the sheep, and the breathings of those who love each other for the sake of God were added upon all these beauties, everywhere would become thoroughly imbued with the heavenly shades and hues. Everywhere was vivacious, warm, and joyous like the Garden of Eden and menagerie at such a blessed period of time when nature was preserved and forests were protected.</p>
<p>In such a world time used to pass so much differently that a few hours spent there would turn out to be so copious and fruitful; it would become perpetual, never passing out of our mind.</p>
<p>I do not know if we could unearth and breathe life into these memories we have witnessed and experienced or those we have been told and have still kept in remembrance; however, I will always miss the “Paradise Lost” with its gardens, orchards, gardeners, and everything within it.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I see&#8230; Everywhere I look, I see citizens polluting, communities mistreating and nations exploiting the earth. I watch them as they misuse and abuse this sacred place, as if it was theirs. What they fail to remember is that this earth is the same earth the first man and woman called home. It is the [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>Everywhere I look, I see citizens polluting, communities mistreating and nations exploiting the earth.</p>
<p>I watch them as they misuse and abuse this sacred place, as if it was theirs.</p>
<p>What they fail to remember is that this earth is the same earth the first man and woman called home. It is the same earth countless prophets, saints, and scholars called home. It is the same earth my Ottoman ancestors called home. It is the same earth my country&#8217;s natives, the Aboriginal people, called home.</p>
<p>But I could almost see this earth diminish before my eyes. My heart aches with uncertainty of what lies ahead.</p>
<p>What have we left to offer the future generations? What have we done? What have we become?</p>
<h3><b>Divine cleanliness </b></h3>
<p>Everything God created in this world and beyond has perfect order and balance, for He is the Most Powerful and All Wise. So it cannot be He who is responsible for the world&#8217;s current state of affairs.</p>
<p>This earth is like a hotel, a guesthouse which is continually filled and emptied by the living and dead. Despite this constant entry and exit, this guesthouse remains totally pure and clean. There is nothing unnecessary, nothing exists without having any benefit or purpose, and not a random piece is put out of place.</p>
<p>If it was not for this remarkable cleaning, in a short amount of time, thousands of animal and plant species would have been suffocated on the face of the earth.</p>
<p>God&#8217;s orderliness is everywhere the eye reaches.</p>
<p>Carnivorous animal species clean the seas by gathering up the corpses of other sea-creatures that die every day by the millions, preventing the sea from becoming polluted.</p>
<p>Ants collect the corpses of tiny creatures and small particles and fragments of bounty, preserving them from waste and uselessness.</p>
<p>Flies clean away poisonous substances and microbes which breed diseases that are invisible to the naked human eye, thus preventing the spread of many contagious diseases.</p>
<p>His command is obeyed everywhere by everything, from eyelids cleaning the eye and flies brushing their wings.</p>
<p>Therefore, there is magnificence and harmony in every creation in every corner of the world. With varieties of beauty spread in a myriad of colors and forms, it is so splendid that imaginations are pushed to the limit when trying to imagine anything more beautiful.</p>
<p>It is such a pity that this wonderful world, which God has bestowed upon humans to observe and study free of charge, is no longer given any more care than is given to a heap of junk.</p>
<p>&#8220;How deplorably and awkwardly we have treated plains and residential places, which we have changed into deserts and heaps of ruin. How deplorably and gracelessly we have treated seas and rivers, which we have polluted. Again, how deplorably and awkwardly we have treated air and water, and fields, forests, and gardens, which we have made unfavorable to any life. Truly, by changing this Paradise-like world to a hell, how deplorably and awkwardly we have treated ourselves!&#8221;</p>
<p>In our eagerness to &#8220;progress&#8221; and &#8220;develop,&#8221; we have lost sight of the finite and delicate nature of our world and of humanity&#8217;s place in it. So it is when humans improve the condition of this world whose order they have destroyed and polluted, and restore it to its prior balance and beauty, only then will they be able to live a healthier and happier lifestyle.</p>
<h3><b>Guardians of the Earth</b></h3>
<p>The origins of global environmental problems lie in humankind&#8217;s deliberate rejection of the physical laws governing environmental management and a persistent disobedience to God&#8217;s spiritual laws.</p>
<p>&#8220;And do good as God has done good to you. And desire not corruption in the land. Indeed, God does not like corruptors.&#8221; (Quran 28:77)</p>
<p>The Quran and the teachings of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, contain instructions to assist humanity in preserving its environment. In the Quran God declares, &#8220;It is He who has appointed you viceroys (guardians) in the earth&#8221; (6:165). Through this verse it becomes evident that humans have a special place in God&#8217;s scheme. They are more than friends of the Earth; they are its guardians.</p>
<p>Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, lived up to this verse best as a guardian of the earth. He was an &#8220;environmental pioneer&#8221; who lived with the philosophy that there is a fundamental link and interdependency between all natural elements and that if humans abuse one element, the natural world as a whole will suffer the direct consequences.</p>
<p>For instance, the Prophet pointed out the many benefits in planting trees which he said will last until the Day of Judgment. He said, &#8220;If the Hour is imminent and anyone of you has a palm shoot to plant in his hand and is able to plant it before the Hour strikes, then he should do so and he will be rewarded for that action.&#8221;</p>
<p>Furthermore, the Prophet recommended and warned that shaded spots where people could rest and spaces under fruit trees should not be dirtied. He also emphasized that there should be no spitting on roads and places of worship, and objects that could injure people should be removed from the roads and put to one side. All of these principles are essential for every person to implement in ensuring a healthy environment and in respect to protecting and keeping the environment clean.</p>
<p>The Quran also emphasizes not harming other living creatures on earth. God declares, &#8220;And there is no creature on or within the earth or a bird that flies with its wings except that they are nations (communities) like you.&#8221; (6:38)</p>
<p>Recent statistics show that over 60,000 animal species have gone extinct, over 4 million hectares of forests are lost, around 1.8 billion liters of water are used up, and around 10 million tons of toxic chemicals are released into our environment by industries each year. These are massive amounts of waste and destruction that humans have brought upon themselves.</p>
<p>The environmental devastation encapsulating this planet is thus a direct result of these physical laws being broken. These statistics illustrate the results of our law-breaking catching up with us.</p>
<h3><b>The Ottomans: Sultans of Sympathy</b></h3>
<p>The Ottoman era was a period during which an extreme emphasis was placed on the regulation and protection of the environment, such that had legally enforceable consequences. This meant that there was zero tolerance towards any misuse of the environment.</p>
<p>It is possible to see the value, importance, and respect given to the environment by the Islamic world during fifteenth century through the will of the great Ottoman Sultan Mehmet, Fatih the Conqueror. The will reads:</p>
<p>&#8220;I, the conqueror of Istanbul, humble servant Fatih Sultan Mehmet, donate 136 shops which I personally and rightfully own in Taslik suburb of Istanbul with the following conditions:</p>
<p>I have assigned two persons for every street in Istanbul to be paid from the profit earned from these shops. These persons are to walk along these streets at specific times of the day with a bucket in their hands which contains limestone and coal powder. They are to conceal any spit found on the streets with these powders and be paid 20 akçe (Ottoman currency) per day.</p>
<p>Furthermore, I have assigned 10 surgeons, 10 doctors, and 3 nurses. They are to walk through the streets of Istanbul on certain days of each month, knock on each and every door and find out whether there are any sick people in that household. If there are, they are to treat them. If this is not possible at the time, they are to be transferred to Darülaceze (nursing homes/hospitals) and be treated there.</p>
<p>Additionally, the families of the soldiers who are fallen martyrs and the poor people of Istanbul are to be fed in the soup kitchen which I have built. However, those who are not able to personally come and eat there or collect their food will be provided with alternative service. Their food is to be sent to their homes in concealed containers after sunset without it being seen by others.&#8221;</p>
<p>Another royal document regarding environmental care comes from sixteenth century Sultan Süleyman the Magnificent titled Nisan-i Hümayun. Some important points to note in this document include:</p>
<p>&#8220;All homes, shops, and their surroundings are to be kept clean or to get cleaned. Those in charge should identify citizens who litter and get those who are responsible to clean their own litter.</p>
<p>Owners of oxcarts should not disturb local residents by leaving their animals near houses or courtyards. They are to collect and dispose of the dung from their animals to appropriate places outside of the city. People are to be prevented from throwing the carcasses of horses, sheep, etc. onto the streets. Those who refuse to comply with this rule are to be punished publicly.</p>
<p>Used water containing detergent and soap are not to be thrown out onto the streets. No individual has the right to prevent these rules from being implemented and will closely be monitored by law enforcement agencies.&#8221;</p>
<p>It is clearly evident that in royal documents like those mentioned above, the leaders took necessary precautions and showed sensitivity towards the implementation of the matters regarding the protection of spiritual and physical wellbeing of the people and the cleanliness of public places.</p>
<p>Animal rights are a contemporary issue that came to public attention only quite recently. Unfortunately, in today&#8217;s society, many governments are still struggling with human rights issues, let alone dealing with animal rights.</p>
<p>Ottoman sultans implemented legal measures on the protection and the treatment of animals. In doing so, the care and proper treatment of animals were bound by legal measures and are not left to the individuals&#8217; own judgment.</p>
<p>The Ottoman Empire was known for its vakýf, or foundations, which were first set up to meet the needs of certain groups of people within society but later became an integral part of the Ottoman lifestyle. The most interesting of these vakýf were those dedicated to animals. These foundations were places where generous people would donate certain amounts of money to bakeries and butchers so that they could provide bread and meat for street animals.</p>
<p>Moreover, the sultans did not just stop at providing food for animals, they also made sure that if these animals fell ill, there were specialized hospitals for them to be treated in and looked after.</p>
<p>Ricaut, a British clerk who worked at the British embassy in Istanbul during the Ottoman period (d. 1700) said how impressed he was by the respect and value the Ottoman people had given animals and the importance they had shown towards their nutrition and protection.</p>
<p>&#8220;There were not only people, but also cats and dogs that ate from the soup kitchens. In some cities buildings were made for cats, foundations were established for their nutrition, and expenses were paid for the allocation of servants to meet the needs of these animals.&#8221;</p>
<h3><b>Aboriginals: The Key to Land Management </b></h3>
<p>Until quite recently the human race, whether in small self-governing native communities or vast empires, functioned instinctively within natural, unwritten boundaries. When these old civilizations died, the forest and natural environment just grew over them. They left no rubbish, pollutants, or waste.</p>
<p>Similarly, Aboriginal tribes of Australia moved around their land for tracking shifts in the availability of important resources. Their respect for the native flora and fauna meant using techniques to ensure their survival.</p>
<p>They actively managed their land through prescribed burning regimes handed down from their ancestors. Aboriginal people burnt to hunt, to promote new grass, to make their land easier to travel through, to clear their land of spiritual pollution left after a death, to create firebreaks for later in the dry season, and for a variety of other reasons whose sole aim was to &#8220;bring the land alive again.&#8221;</p>
<p>They also had such deep respect for the animals on their land that, for instance, they would slaughter a kangaroo to eat only if the total number of kangaroos in a specific area had reached a certain amount. So until then, they could not touch the kangaroos even if it meant staying hungry and finding something else to eat. Their overall respect for the plants and animals of their land is one that was extremely sacred, one they felt liable to take care of and pass on in good condition to the generations to come.</p>
<h3><b>Conclusion </b></h3>
<p>Today, however, man has much more to offer the world, intellectually and technologically, when compared to the past. Despite having the upper hand in areas such as science and technology, the environment is still struggling and suffering. Who has control over whom? Why is it that tribes, clans, and empires in the past with little advancements had more control over the environment, and today with all the technological breakthroughs, people are still struggling?</p>
<p>Sadly, the harmony that the Prophet promoted between man and his environment has been lost. As we face the effects of chemical pollution caused by industrial wastes, visual pollution caused by rubbish dumping; noise pollution caused by unnecessary sounds, and thought pollution caused by pointless and disorganized overflow of information, it is perhaps time for the world community as a whole, regardless of faith or background, to look into Prophet&#8217;s teachings and address the current environmental crisis wisely.</p>
<p>The fundamental solution to these crises lies in humankind respecting the physical laws and embracing the spiritual laws designed by God.</p>
<p>Only then can there be true health, happiness, and healing.</p>
<h3><b>Notes</b></h3>
<ul>
<li>Nursi, Bediuzzaman Said. 2008. The Gleams, NJ: Tughra Books, p. 429.</li>
<li>Gulen, Fethullah. 1996. &#8220;The Nature We Have Destroyed,&#8221; The Fountain, No. 15.</li>
<li>Hadith Musnad.</li>
<li>Bukhari Volume 1, Book 8, Number 406.</li>
<li>Muslim Book 004, Number 1126.</li>
<li>Worldometers, &#8220;World Statistics updated in real time,&#8221; http://www.worldometers.info/, Accessed 1 June 2009.</li>
<li>Özdemir, Ibrahim. &#8220;Osmanlý Toplumunda Çevre Anlayisi&#8221; Türkler, edt. H.C. Güzel and K. Çiçek, Ankara: Yeni Turkiye Yayýnlarý, c. 10. http://www.ibrahimozdemir.com/Makaleler/Osmanl%C4%B1ToplumundaCevre.pdf, Accessed 21 May 2009.</li>
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<li>Northern Land Council: Caring for the country, &#8220;Land Management&#8221; http://www.nlc.org.au/html/care_fire.html, Accessed 1 June 2009.</li>
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