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Baring Faith to Uproot Belief: Agenda for Religious Reversions

It was Napolean, who purportedly proclaimed, “Give me forty men who are not afraid of death, and I will conquer the world”, but Muhammad dextrously perfected the psychic route to metamorphose his folks into fidayeen on Islam’s jihadi path. Though he did so in order to make them cement his political lanes, the mullahs allude the same as Allah-perfected Islamic path to paradise.

Semitic Faiths ‘n Sanatan Dharma: A Simple Study of Contrasts

What is amusing is that Christians and Muslims, whose God is not clear about the creation of man (see the tailpiece) seek to emancipate the Hindus whose progenitors had propositioned that it’s man who created the god, in theories many, as expostulated in the Brihadāranyaka Upanishad, composed around 700 B.C.E. Here’s is an excerpt from Valerie J. Roebuck’s The Upanisads, just to cite one such.

BS Murthy
BS Murthy
3 weeks ago
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Why Newport, Rhode Island Became the Heart of My Coastal Escape Series

Newport, Rhode Island is more than the setting of my Coastal Escape Series—it is part of the heart of the stories. Its harbor, historic streets, ocean views, and sense of home create the perfect backdrop for romances about second chances, returning home, and finding what matters most. Through each book, I hope readers feel as though they have escaped to the Rhode Island coast for a little while.

How to Build a Flexible Strategy for Your Next Novel

The grandfather clock in the hallway did not tick, it exhaled, releasing small sighs of dust into the empty foyer with every passing minute. Clara sat on the bottom step of the staircase, her fingers tracing the jagged grain of the mahogany banister where her brother had carved his initials before vanishing. In her lap, the untouched velvet notebook felt less like a collection of blank pages and more like a heavy stone waiting to drag her under.