Friday, January 22, 2010

Âyam be sar-e-kûye to pûyân pûyân
Rukhsâr be âb-e-dîde shûyân shûyân
Bîchâre rah-e wasl-e to jûyân jûyân
Jân mîdeham o nâm-e to gûyân gûyân



I came to the end of Your street, running, running.
Tears came down my cheek, washing, washing.
Union with You, I am helplessly seeking, seeking.
My soul I surrender while Your name I am reciting, reciting.



-Nizamuddin Awliya-

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

What is the root of all conflict?
Love? Money? Desire...?
No!
The root of all conflict is "me."
The root of all conflict and evil is EGO.
It is arrogance, and "takabbur."
This is the one sin for which there is no forgiveness.
This is seed of all evil.
"Me!"

Monday, January 18, 2010

"You may attempt to do 100 things in this world, only Love will give you release from the bondage of yourself." - Jami (Sufi)


If I have made "accept your self" another" this moment in Love" my realization in this month of December- and if my belief in the power of Love as the greatest healing force in the world had been reinforced through experience - then this quote I found during a random Twitter search is an affirmation of all that I am feeling at this moment.


Love, that is found in our heart and nowhere else; Love, that is given and not taken or demanded or hoped for; Love, which is the most benevolent form of attention - it is this that sets us free from the only entity that truly possesses us: our lower self.
The point is to remind us that we are free.
And we are truly free when we are free of the entity that truly enslaves us:
a sleeping mind

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Imam al-Qastalani narrates in his Mawahib Ladunniyyah that when Nabi Muhammad( s.a.w.) died, his daughter, Sayyidah Fatimah (r.a.) took sand from His Qabr and put it over her face and wept, saying:

“Maza ala man shamma Turbata Ahmadin an laa yashumma madaz ZamaaniG hawaliya’’
(The person who has smelt the dust of the Grave...
of Nabi Muhammad (s.a.w.)
does not need to smell any perfume ever again)

Ay dust hejaab-e to kasi nist to'i
Andar rah-e to khaar o khasi nist to'i
Goftam keh be ma'shuq rasam yaa narasam
Az to bar ma'shuq kasi nist to'i.
O, friend! Nobody veils you, but yourself.
In your path there is no thorn or weed, but yourself.
You said: Shall I reach the Beloved or not?
Between you and the Beloved there is nobody, but yourself.

-A.Kermani-

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Nothing left to hide, not anymore,
so empty tonight is my heart's core;
My sweetest dream a nightmare has become,
I see no hope for the days to come.
Screaming is my inner voice,
So help me Allah, You're now my only choice.
My life seems a waste to me,
I'm crying now on bended knees.
I find no reason for this pain,
then why this agony must remain,
Am I now to call this fate?
So help me Allah, I am losing faith.
The world I see is soaked in red,
obsessed with anger and hatred.
Yet to all You promised Love,
I want to feel what You were speaking of.
The visions I see are of despair,
So help me Allah, I know You care.