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“Democratic State has an obligation to protect the weak; anarchy thrives on the weakness and helplessness of the weak. A democratic State that does not protect the weak from unlawful coercion and from hunger invites its own doom and creates space for anarchy.”

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“ورد في الاثار..أن الله تعالى يقول:إن من عبادي من لايصلح إيمانه إلا الغنى,ولو أفقرته لأفسده ذلك,وإن من عبادي من لايصلح إيمانه إلا الفقر,ولو أغنيته لأفسده ذلك,وإن من عبادي من لا يصلح إيمانه إلا الصحة, ولو أمرضته لأفسده ذلك, وإن من عبادي من لايصلح إيمانه إلا المرض ولو عافيته لأفسده ذلك,إني أدبر أمر عبادي بعلمي بما في قلوبهم,إني خبير بصير”

“He would tell you to think, next time, before you blindly chase your ideology. He would ask you to think, not just to feel. To ask, always, if you could be wrong. To listen, always listen, to the other points of view. Because the moment we stop granting someone the right to disagree, Kraus, this is what happens. Do you understand me? This is what turns men into tyrants. This is what leads to fear and death (p. 265)”

“This cramped little space that stank of earth and smoke and sweat, that dripped water during every hard rain, and whose floor was often a half-frozen soup of mud and sunflower seeds and straw, now seemed to him more comfortable than Ketterling’s HQ could ever be, and he knew why. Here, surrounded by the weapons hanging from nails by their straps, the boxes of hand grenades, the cut-down artillery shells filled with cigarette butts, the crumpled moisture-bloated magazines and greasy playing cards, one lived an honest life. You couldn’t get that back home anymore. The radio and the newspapers were full of lies that would have been insulting even if the streets hadn’t been full of rubble and the air with the shriek of air-raid sirens, and it wasn’t enough for the government that the people merely endure it all, bombs and lies, without objecting. They had to believe the lies, had to parrot them back with sickly smiles plastered on their faces, lest they be branded defeatists and be taken away. It wasn’t like that here. Nickolaus wanted it to be, but it wasn’t. Here, a man might be hungry, he might itch with lice, he might sting with pain from cuts that never healed, he might be empty-headed with fatigue and half-deafened from noise, but he always knew precisely where he stood—with his comrades and with the enemy. There were no intrigues, no politics, no flag-waving. A man never looked you in the eyes and told you black was white, or worse yet, demanded that you agree that black was white. There was no need because he had already asked you to die for him, and once you had agreed, what need was there for words?”