Birthdays & Deathdays

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'Abdal 'Aleem is the servant to the All-Knowing.

Even the knowledge of how to write is 'Abdil 'Alīm, subject to His All-Knowingness.

 

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"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid. Because I'm not myself, you see,"

"Oh, my fur and whiskersi"

It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul.

The best time to hunt for human crabs is by the light of the silvery Moon.

It's
usually easier to recognize them at night, when they're all dressed up to go
dreaming, wrapped in vivid imagination.

Moonlight becomes them beautifully. It
goes with their many moods, and it matches their changing emotions.

You'll gather lots of clues to the Cancerian nature by doing some Moon-gazing on a
clear night in the country.

It may be hard to see it through the smog in the city, but
you can always study an almanac.

Notice the Moon's changing shape and
appearance.

As it waxes and increases in light, it slowly grows into a perfect, round
ball in the sky.

When it wanes, it gradually disappears, so there's nothing visible but
a thin sliver of light with a faint, silver shimmer.

The Cancerian's passing moods are synchronized to the Moon, answering to the
same mysterious lunar influence that causes the tides of the ocean to flow in and
out.

Yet, the Moon doesn't really change at all.

It just seems to.

Likewise, the
Cancerian remains the same person through all his fluctuating highs and lows.

Such
dependable periodicity-constant in its inconstancy-makes the crab easy to recognize,
once you know the phase he's in when you see him.


You may first come across him when he's laughing the "crazy lunar laugh."

It's
inescapably contagious. It runs up and down the scales with a deep, throaty
undertone.

It giggles and gurgles, then finally erupts in a loud cackle that sounds
exactly like two hundred hens laying two hundred perfect eggs.

In his life-of-the-
party mood, you will have no trouble finding the Cancerian.

Hell be the funniest one in
the room, a laugh a minute. If he's not performing himself, then he'll be grinning at
someone else's antics.

No one likes a joke better than Cancer, and his funny side is
all the more startling when it pops up so incongruously from his normally quiet,
gentle personality.

Lunar humor runs deep. It's never shallow or superficial, because
it stems from the sensitive observation of human behavior.

Cancer may not wear his
lunar laugh every day, but he can always dig it out of his old trunk in the basement at a moment's notice.

 

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O humanity! Indeed, We created you from a male and a female, and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another. Surely the most noble of you in the sight of God is the most righteous among you. God is truly All-Knowing, All-Aware.

Chapter 49, Verse 13
Sūratul Hujurāt, The Inner Apartments

 

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These people don't pant after the spotlight like the extro-verted Leos or-clownish
Sagittarians, but Cancerians have an uncanny sense of publicity, when it pleases
them to be noticed. Don't let that unassuming manner fool you. They secretly enjoy
attention, and they'll soak up any headlines they get. You won't find Cancer
pursuing fame with passion (he pursues nothing with true passion), but he certainly
won't shrink from it. He's far more likely to bask in the reflected glow of applause
than to run away. Cancer may hide from things, but you can be sure that appreciation is not one of them.

 

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If you're the kind of person who catches cold easily, wear your raincoat when you expose yourself to the dampness of a Cancerian in a melancholy mood. He can wrap you in wet blankets until you shiver and shake. Cancer can turn bluer than an inkwell, and drown you in depression deeper than the floor of the ocean. His fears are usually well covered by the nutty lunar humor, but they are always with him, haunting his days and nights with a vague sense of nameless dangers, lurking in the shadows. Pessimism is never far away, always ready to spoil those beautiful nights of fancy. A Cancerian can take the dreamiest trips to the stars on the gossamer wings of his imagination, if he leams to ignore that harping inner voice which keeps nagging him and warning him he might get lost in outer space. But until he learns to conquer his fears, they form his Achilles' heel, and they hurt every time he starts to fly too high.

 

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His tears are never crocodile tears. They flow from the deep rivers of his fragile and vulnerable heart. You can wound his sensitive feelings with a harsh glance or a rough t- tone of voice. Cruelty can bring on brimming eyes or a 'complete withdrawal (It's an odd thing that Cancerians seldom get fevers; they're more likely to suffer from the chills.) It won't be easy to spot the crab in this mood, because when he's hurt, he disappears into reproachful silence. Sometimes, he can retaliate with an almost scorpion revenge, but he'll usually do it secretly, seldom openly with the Scorpio's fine contempt for consequences. Most of the time, however, he'll turn away from getting even, content to hide under his protective shell. Once you've wounded him, you can poke at him with a sharp stick for days afterwards and not reach him. He won't answer his phone, his doorbell or his mail. In the midst of uncertainty, despair and sadness, Cancer people seek retreat and solitude. Just like real crabs.

 

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How many mums/mummies gave birth starting from Eve till now?

On the other hand, do mummies give birth or are they simply now mummified versions of their once soul-inhabited bodies?

Pregnant Egyptian Mummy

 

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What if you were born on a certain date, but die on a date of a completely different astrological sign, does it mean like you were born a Leo, for example, but died say, as a Sagittarius, on a corresponding death day?

Or vice versa, as in my case, born on the 21st of December but will die as a Leo, if on a 1st of August, should He So Will?​