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American Journal of Islamic Social Sciences 27:4
The American Journal of Islamic Social Sciences (AJISS), established in 1984, is a quarterly, double blind peer-reviewed and interdisciplinary journal, published by the International Institute of Islamic Thought (IIIT), and distributed worldwide. The journal showcases a wide variety of scholarly research on all facets of Islam and the Muslim world including subjects such as anthropology, history, philosophy and metaphysics, politics, psychology, religious law, and traditional Islam.
The Principles of State and Government in Islam
This title is part of UC Press's Voices Revived program, which commemorates University of California Press’s mission to seek out and cultivate the brightest minds and give them voice, reach, and impact. Drawing on a backlist dating to 1893, Voices Revived makes high-quality, peer-reviewed scholarship accessible once again using print-on-demand technology. This title was originally published in 1961.
The Islamic Finance Trading Framework
This book discusses the Islamic finance trading framework. It compares and contrasts conventional trading frameworks with Sharia compliant trading frameworks, explores trading under Islamic commercial law, trading practices and financial transactions prohibited under Islamic law, and profit making in Islam. In addition, it addresses related issues in government interventions, market structure, and business ethics and will be of interest to academics, researchers, and students of Islamic finance and banking.
The Secrets of the Self
When the world-illuming sun rushed upon Night like a brigand, My weeping bedewed the face of the rose. My tears washed away sleep from the eye of the narcissus, My passion wakened the grass and made it grow. The Gardener taught me to sing with power, He sowed a verse and reaped a sword. In the soil he planted only the seed of my tears And wove my lament with the garden, as warp and woof. Tho' I am but a mote, the radiant sun is mine: Within my bosom are a hundred dawns.
