Hope..

February 28, 2012

A year of heartache past, brings about a New Year striking the wells of Hope once again.

A time of continuous loss can bring about only a time of rejuvenation, taking for the giving, and revived hearts.

 

Rumi says,

 

“What is being familiar with love other than being separated from the heart’s desire?”

 

We are in eternal poverty before our Lord, most High,

and can only seek His shores through the fragility of our Quluub.

What better way to keep seeing His face in front of ours,

then to keep our hearts broken and our bodies pure.

 

Tears in our eyes, blood flowing from our hearts, our bodies shaking with need,

we approach your Doors, oh Beloved of beloveds.

We seek You, and nothing and noone but You.

We ask You, and noone but You.

We only hope with every ounce of our souls to live and die for You.

We come to your doors, knocking, begging, seeking with urgency of cries..

Please take us in, ya Rabb. Please take us. Please take us.

We are unworthy of your forgiveness, of your Beneficence..

Our only hope lies within your Mercy, the highest and greatest of Mercies.

 

Our need is constant, it is bold, it is in the primal and most complex functions of our humanity.

How can we deny the Light trying to grab at our shadows, the Light that is ever trying to shine through…

How can it shine through us if there are no cracks to let it? We must break ourselves, and be broken,

If we ever desire to be taken in, given air, given breath, given life, given water and Light.

 

Even if you do not desire to feel, to hope, to be truly and deeply happy,

At least be an open receptacle to whatever maybe thrown down onto your Earth from the Heavens.

The rain is a mercy, never forget this.

That water from the skies can never be brought down at any other time, than the exact moment it was predestined to be. Yes, predestined.

 

If nothing else, then just open your heart and let Him do what He will with it.

Do not close that receptacle. You simply cannot..

 

For I shall tell you, even if it takes drop by drop, one by one, day after day,

That water will flood you once again,

And you will be happy, once again.

 

Let me tell you, it is the most exhilarating sensation, to be able to feel, yet once again.

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February 25, 2012

Hollow?

February 12, 2012

 

“He said I feel lonely and hollow from the inside. I said: a true Muslim can’t feel lonely when he has Allah in his life. Who was it with Adam, peace be upon him when he sinned and was made to descend to earth? Had Allah not forgiven him, he would’ve been depressed to death. Who was it with Noah, peace be upon him when the sky and earth were gushing with water and everyone including his son was drowning? Who was it with Ibraheem, peace be upon him when he –alone- destroyed the idols and the pagans threw him in the blazing fire? Who was it with Yusuf, peace be upon him when he was abandoned in the well by his own flesh and blood; to end up in jail for a crime he didn’t commit and a sin he refused to do? Who was it with Moses, peace be upon him when Pharos and his men followed him and his people across the sea? Who was it with our Prophet salla Allahu alaihi wa sallam when he was followed by hundreds of pagans with a bounty on his head? All they wanted was blood.

 

If what’s between you and Allah is fine, what is between you and the rest of the world doesn’t matter because you have Allah with you.

 

To all of our oppressed brothers and sisters in Palestine and Syria; you are not alone.” ~ Assim Alhakeem.


deep Music

February 11, 2012

“Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”- Jim Butcher

Maktub

February 10, 2012

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations – such is a pleasure beyond compare. – Kenko Yoshida

Basra

February 5, 2012

If you lower your own basra, God will open for you greater basira as a reward. For those who limit the circumference of their vision of themselves in this visible world. God will expand the circumference of their comprehension of the world beyond the visible.  =)

Master

February 4, 2012

I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas

That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete

With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in blinding night

I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed

Not knowing if the sun had risen
But felt themselves in unison

With those who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to

With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity

His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead

Men and Women through him found grace
To seek together God’s noble face

I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think

To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot
If I could simply be a thought

From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God

Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves

Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side

So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth.

– Sh. Hamza Yusuf

not lonely, but Alone.

February 4, 2012

I love being by myself.

“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.”

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