O my God, I have reached this month in a state in which I cannot remove from myself the things that I dislike, nor can I achieve that to which I aspire. These matters are not in my hands but in Yours. . . O my God! I ask for faith that will bring enthusiasm to my heart and an unshakable certitude free from doubt so that I may know that nothing will come to me other than that which You have intended for me, and make me content with what You have given me as my portion.

Peace be upon you Oh Ramdhan Kareem :)

Ameen

‎'Don't sell your religion for your desires,
Don't sell this golden treasure so cheap'


- Simeen Behbahani (Persian poet)

As much as you can for as many as you can...





and try to keep your ego out of it:)

You choose to be angry for what was held back,
I choose to be grateful for what was given...

"Qurratu Aini bika Ya Rasoolallah" (Ya Rasoolallah! You are the coolness of my eyes).


Once, the Holy Prophet (sallal laahu alaihi wasallam) entered the Masjid and sat down near a pillar. Hazrat Abu Bakr Siddique (radi Allahu anhu) was seated beside him. Hazrat Bilal (radi Allahu anhu) then stood up and commenced with the Azaan. When he said: "Ash hadu Ana Muhammadur Rasoolullah", Hazrat Abu Bakr Siddique (radi Allahu anhu) placed both the thumb nails on to his eyes and said "Qurratu Aini bika Ya Rasoolallah" (Ya Rasoolallah! You are the coolness of my eyes). When Hazrat Bilal (radi Allahu anhu) completed the Azaan, the Holy Prophet (sallal laahu alaihi wasallam) said, "O Abu Bakr! Whosoever does like you have done, Almighty Allah will forgive all his sins."


(Tafseer Roohul Bayaan)

I give you my thoughts at the entrance to this travern of intoxication.

Taste them as a first sip of spiritua wine.

by

Hafiz

Imam Shafi'i ( may God's mercy on him) said,

" the world is but a moment; so make it (a moment) of obedience"

Al- Busti says in his famous poem:

Increase in worldly things is to a man but diminishment.

And his profits in other than sheer goodness

are nothing but loss.

Imam Ismail al Maqqari says in a poem counseling his son:

Till when will you dwell in illusion and distraction?

How long will you sleep and not awake?

Will you spend all that you have in the love of that

Which God set lower than the wing of gnat?

If Qarun's fortune from it you should obtain,

it would still be but a morsel on your mouth

and a cloth on your body.

the happiness of the drop is to die in the river.

by

Imam Ghazali

Religion is love and love is religion.

by

Imam al- Baqir.

Zikr

.

..

Remembrance of Lord!

.

..

that in which hearts find true satisfaction.

Hu's He THEN?

He Who (Hu) loves you

And has scent you to a copious garden

A garden within

Where roses

Flower kings and

Prostrating flowers

Sway with love

To and from the Rose maker.

Their labour of love

A fragrance so pure...

That even ants

Move upon the dust

Of compassionate footprints...

Within this universal garden of love

So Hu's He THEN?...

I cannot describe,

I cannot describe...

Huuuuuuu.

take night as your camel; with it you shall attain your hope.

Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes” (Chinese proverb)

When your legs are tired, walk with your heart

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

- (Astrid Alauda)

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

-(Maurice Freehill)

However many holy words you read,

however many you speak,

what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

-

buddha

If I were to be told to pack up today and leave this world, I will not have many regrets. I'd just make a silent wish that someone else carry on and finish my work, blow a kiss in the general direction of the ever-spinning Earth, and leave, laughing at my usual flustered hurry.

Coming, God!


Hold that train! Oh no, I left my watch behind! Haha. Can I go back, and come back at a later moment? Your one moment and my lifetime, God?!



(there's nothin other then this comes in mind)

the true love to hurt the enemy (shaitan, satan) is to be occupied with the love of friend; on the other hand, if you engage in war with the enemy, he will have obtained what he wanted from you, and at the same time you will have lost the opportunity to love a friend.

( Mulay Ali al-Jamal)

Honor..

Practicing honor is one's ability to withhold oneself from behaving in any way that harms another, that takes from another.

only i can truly withhold myself from the desire to take what rightfully belongs to another, for even my body is chained, my heart can keep an evil intact. And if i put to death, i would have died in a state of holding that desire.

this is what i felt that what honor to mean as yet..

This road-not-taken is pretty damn strange.

There are no milestones, and no indications.

The best hope is that it leads to a destination no one’s ever been to before.
Wherever.

I have this moment to forget the past, and be not anxious about the future.

From this world to another

I go this second!

Think.

Think!

With great pain comes great realization.

Nothing around me had changed.

Except my state of mind.

Power is when you have something that someone else wants from you, but cannot take unless you give.

lie puts a human in another world intentionally or knowingly..!!

ugliness is the form of beauty, for those who see.

i have decided that time has come in my life where i start living out my knowledge. After all, wise men such as Hazart Ali(r.a) say that knowledge without practice consumes a person. what is the point of knowledge, truly, if we dont use it or pass it on - through demonstration???

May Allah bless us and guide us to truth and reality :)

Ameen

Honestly,

I'm dead.

I feel greatly torn between two worlds.

The Old and The New.

I am split in to two and two.

Oh dear life!

O my love, do not forget your beloved,

come back from your life in the wilderness

The birds have flown home, why do you not do the same?

Love overwhelms me again and again,

I am yours and you are... mine

O Farid,

I will sacrifice myself, just to see him one more time

The spinning wheel of love, the unspun balls of grief

The more I spin them, they more they seem to double

My spinning wheel is priceless, as I spin, so my love grows stronger,

And at every turn of the wheel,

I remember you

What good is my life, without you, my dear love

The heart strings of my memory resound in every pore, every vein of my being

This is the time to return, my love and leave your independence

My eyes are longing for you and asking every traveller where you might be

My useless eyes are exhausted, looking out for you, my love

O independent one, come back now, my eyes are weak from looking for you

Come O crow,

I will feed you fancies if you come and sit on my roof

Give me news of my beloved and

I will honour you

Come and sit on my roof my beloved may come

O Farid,

I strain night and day to see the path you have taken,

Eid has come, but my beloved has not, may

God look after him

Adornments do not seem right, nothing is pleasing to my sight

The happy ones sleep peacefully while

I spend my nights in grief

I will celebrate Eid when my love comes back, without him

Eid is empty

Pierced by the arrow of loss, people call me mad

For God’s sake,

Come back,

or else this life is over.

Everyone taunts me, ‘where is your love?’

‘ He has left you and taken to the road’

What can I answer?

I weep alone

At every turn of the spinning wheel,

I remember you

Come back to the courtyard, to this one who longs for you

My spinning wheel is colourful, it is the vehicle of your remembrance

You are far from my eyes, but close to my heart and

I yearn for you

The strands of sorrow seem to have no end,

and

as I spin, they double Who will put an end to my sorrow?

I long for you.

I am bound to Ranjha, but my father is pressing me (to marry a Khera)

The Kheras are spreading lies,

I take on myself these accusations against Ranjha

People say he is just a buffalo herdsman, but for me,

he is my Mecca People say that love is easy,

but love spares nothing and no-one

Bulleh Shah bears witness to the truth, that

Shah Inayat is the perfect teacher...

...

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.

.

by Farid.

I pray today that I don't lose heart in staying alive.

Amen!

there are matters that do not even need our actions. they appear to us, and then they dissolve. We do nothing more than observe them. let them come, and let them go. do not think that you are the lord of every bit of your life.

there are other people in this space where we co-exist. let them be. That is your freedom. Do not choose the version of freedom that enslaved minds envision: a situation where they face nothing. That is the vision of freedom of one who is essentially a captive of their own entity.

day draw near another one, do what you can for saving yourself ..!!

If the shaykh says to you
"O my son take this cup and empty the ocean."
What is your job?
To take the cup and empty the ocean.

That means don't let your ego to give you wrong information.

If your shaykh says to you that your trust, that
diamond of Sayyidina Jibreel, is in far east and you are in far west. Don't say "I cannot" you duty is to go. Find a way.

don't fight; don't argue' don't criticize. Keep patient and peaceful, tranquility, contentment.

Jazak Allah

An unspeakable restlessness has gripped me.

And within it, the slightest shimmers of comfort.

I feel as though I am walking alone in a wilderness... in an utter aloneness... bewildered, but not quite. Sad, but not deeply. Moved - and yes that I am!
Sometimes I doubt if I am really grounded in reality. The world does something else, and I see something else. What I see then eventually comes true. The distance between my seeing and its realization, though, sometimes seems to stretch.

Listen to your heart

EXACTLY

at the moment when it speaks! :)

Do exactly as it says!

You missed again, man!

How unlearned!

You did not pay heed again, right? None of your signs shall come from the outside. You *must* live your principles NOW and in entirety.

DO. NOT. BE. FOOLED. BY. THE. RELAXATION. THAT. IS. GRANTED. TO. YOU.

You will end up amongst blind fools, banging their heads against walls within which they shall find themselves confined! Do not be fooled at all. This time calls upon your highest ethic, your sacrifice of self-interest, your avoidance of that which is convenient and tempting. Do not be fooled at all. All lies are to come to an end. Very soon, you shall see.

there are matters that do not even need our actions.
they appear to us, and then they dissolve.
we do nothing more than observe them.

Let them come, and let them go.

Do not think that you are the lord of every bit of your life.
There are other people in this space where we co-exist.

Let them be.
That is your freedom.

Do not choose the version of freedom that enslaved minds envision: a situation where they face nothing.

there is no mastery of the future.

there is no way that the past can be erased such that it is not a living part of one's self.

One comes only as far as the Present.

remember, real magic is hidden, hidden in the quiet moments...!!

Iqbal says

"Tukhum-e-Iqbal az Rumi ast"

(that is, Iqbal is an offshoot of Rumi's [ideology]).

but Rumi himself says,

Why are you so afraid of silence?

Silence is the root of everything.

If you spiral into its void,...

A hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

the best first thing a human mind can do is to observe, to follow closely by wonder - and then question. In questions are theiranswers, and they reveal over Space when Time so intends.

a mind which wonders is a mind that wanders, in a beatific idleness. the beauty of a blue, blue night cannot be caught, much less the secret feelings it arises in the hearts and minds of the amused young.

"Where has this world come from?"
"Am I part of this, or is this in some way separate from me?"
"How many stars are there in this constellation?"
"What if I die, do I go up there?"

And then the occasional childlike: "Do fairies really descend in the night, and put that toffee under my head? Why not ice-cream? Fairies can do everything!"

I am so madly uncertain, and afraid. But continue to love I do in the most uncertain of times. Fearing the process is foolish of me, eh, because didn't I just say I *have* seen the Architect's Design?

The point of love is: to aid us into the vast Unknown! The point of that is The Point.

I was put in the midst of this chaotic construction, and as ever, my task is to remember the origin. Look at this word again!
Re-member:

Re: Again

Member: Part

Remember: Join the parts again.
Become Whole again.

Return to the Original One!

Nebulous..

I am like a palace under construction that is opening its eyes, becoming gradually conscious... and is astounded and awed at once to observe at what's going on: The massive work at hand, the design, the beauty, the gestalt of the whole process of construction overwhelms my awakening consciousness. Here I see a beautiful window, and I am captured by the beauty of what I am looking like and at. There I see a loose pile of bricks, and am horrified at what seems to be a disorderly incompletion.

My being swerves between a love and fear of myself - and by extension, for the Architect. I have moments of absolute certainty about my beauty, and instances of utter doubts of the project.

The benevolence of the Universe that was so clearly visible to me had suddenly hidden, leaving my heart with an inexplicable feeling of contraction. I was wondering what happened? What wrong have I done - for, thanks to my culture, I indulge in the self blame-game more often than I'd like?

Then occurred to me a new analogy, a word: Nebulous.

Book 9, Number 9.4.18:

Yahya related to me from Malik from Ibn Shihab from Salim ibn Abdullah that Abdullah ibn Umar used to say,

"I pray the prayer of a traveler as long as I am undecided whether to remain somewhere or not, even if I am detained for twelve nights."