He had a near photographic memory,
It was my grandfather's specialty,
Because of him I learned to like poetry.

In three days he could memorize a book,
He never needed to give it another look.

Recited volumes; without looking at the text,
while half- asleep knew which verse was next.

 He was comfortable with ordinary folk
and gentry.
In his heart; deceit never made an entry.

Was a great disciple of Shah Latif,

Lived a simple life; without mischief.

He'd say, the wicked never rest easily,
neither do the vengeful and niggardly.

And ignore the talk of a foolish person;
He lacks the capacity to listen to reason.

I remember him say, if someone wishes
to dig your grave,
just let them dig and be brave,
they’ll certainly fall in it with no one
around to save.

 Son of a dervish he was,

His life was without flaws.

 Spent the nights in prayer and reflection,

And daytimes humbled by God’s perfection.

 Third Muhrram was his last day on earth.

Land was proud that to him she gave birth

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An elevator to space is being built
by the Japanese.
To say the least, it's rather unique.
How are they going to build it?
Well, here's what I know about it.
At first, a thin chord will connect our planet,
to a geostationary satellite in low earth orbit.
Then a machine will be used to add layers to it.
When its thick enough, it'll transport cargo,
eventually it'll be used for humans also.
Compared to sending shuttles, it’s a slower journey.
But it'll save a lot of energy and money,
this'll facilitate the setting up of the Mars colony.

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