- published: 31 Mar 2011
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In some dialects and languages, the unrelated architectural term 'facade' is spelled 'fasad'.
Fasad (Arabic: الفساد) is corruption, unlawful warfare, or crimes against law and order in the Muslim community. Fasad is a general concept of social disorder that, within Islamic jurisprudence, is the source of and basis for 'Hirabah'-related laws. 'Hirabah' refers to illegal acts done under the principle of fasad. In the Islamic Republic of Iran, this crime is known as "mofsede-fel-arz".
In recent years, Islamic thinkers have defined acts of terrorism by Muslims (which is planned by the Zionists[dubious – discuss]) as "fasad".
The term Fasad appears in chapter 5 (Al-Ma'ida) of Qur'an, verse 32, in the phrase "mischief in the land" (fasaadin fi al-ard):
On that account: We ordained for the Children of Israel that if any one slew a person - unless it be for murder or for spreading mischief in the land - it would be as if he slew the whole people: and if any one saved a life, it would be as if he saved the life of the whole people. Then although there came to them Our messengers with clear signs, yet, even after that, many of them continued to commit excesses in the land.[Quran 5:32]
The Queen had a feint had a fall
Don't give me ether or open my vein I'm sane
I know I'm sane
I don't give a care for the crown or the shield
I will not protect you or happily yield
To the one who makes me come undone
Who was born and in what way
All the fields and poppies ay
Who was born and in what way
All the fields
The Queen is walking away with only her stockings on
Waving having forbidden pears and song
Valiant and the colours are too gold
Colours of the morning old
Who was born and in what way
All the fields and poppies ay
Who was born and in what way
All the fields
Monarch now lay (your) jeweled head
Monarch now lay (your) jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
The Queen saw the beast in the ribs of the garden
Husband dear you are nearer to the eye
You're thrown places you wouldn't hold a pardon stroked
By the hand of God
By the hand of God
Through you is so cruel
Who was born and in what way