Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Science and Faith
Once Science said to Faith:
"My eye can see all that is in this world;
The Entire world is within my net.
I am only concerned with material things,
What have I to do with spiritual matters?
I can strike a thousand melodies,
And openly proclaim all the secrets that I learn."
Faith said:
"With your magic even the waves in the sea are set ablaze,
You can pollute the atmosphere with foul, poisonous gases.
When you associated with me, you were light,
When you broke off from me, your light became fire.
You were of Divine origin,
But you have been caught in the clutches of Shaytan.
Come, make this wasteland a garden once again.
Borrow from me a little of my ecstasy,
And in the world set up a paradise.
From the day of creation we have been associates,
We are the low and high tunes of the same melody."
- Allama Iqbal
Once Science said to Faith:
"My eye can see all that is in this world;
The Entire world is within my net.
I am only concerned with material things,
What have I to do with spiritual matters?
I can strike a thousand melodies,
And openly proclaim all the secrets that I learn."
Faith said:
"With your magic even the waves in the sea are set ablaze,
You can pollute the atmosphere with foul, poisonous gases.
When you associated with me, you were light,
When you broke off from me, your light became fire.
You were of Divine origin,
But you have been caught in the clutches of Shaytan.
Come, make this wasteland a garden once again.
Borrow from me a little of my ecstasy,
And in the world set up a paradise.
From the day of creation we have been associates,
We are the low and high tunes of the same melody."
- Allama Iqbal
Friday, February 06, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
"One day my maternal uncle said to me, do you not remember God who created you? I replied, how shall I remember Him? He told me, when you change into your bedclothes, say three times in your heart without moving your tongue: God is with me, God watches over me, God is my witness … For years I did not cease to practise this, and I experienced a sweetness in my innermost being because of it." - Sahl Al-Tustari
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sonnet 43 from 'Sonnets from the Portuguese'
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
- Max Ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
- Max Ehrmann
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
"The faintest waft is sometimes enough to induce feelings of hunger or anticipation, or to transport you back through time and space to a long-forgotten moment in your childhood. It can overwhelm you in an instant or simply tease you, creeping into your consciousness slowly and evaporating almost the moment it is detected." - 'Scent in Your Garden' by Stephen Lacey
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Ode
On the day I die, when I’m being carried toward the grave, don’t weep.
Don’t say, “He’s gone! He’s gone!”
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and the moon sets, but they’re not gone. Death is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really release into Union.
The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.
It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately opens with a shout of joy there.
- Rumi
On the day I die, when I’m being carried toward the grave, don’t weep.
Don’t say, “He’s gone! He’s gone!”
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and the moon sets, but they’re not gone. Death is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really release into Union.
The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.
It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately opens with a shout of joy there.
- Rumi
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
"You are living at a time when there are many men of understanding and few orators. There are few who ask and many who give. In it there is more action than diversion. After you there will come a time when there are few men of understanding and many orators. There will be many who ask and few who give. Guidance in it directs action. Know that right guidance at the end of time is better than some actions." - Ibn Masud (May Allah be pleased with him)
Monday, August 20, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Say unto brethren when they see me dead,
And weep for me, lamenting me in sadness:
'Think ye I am this corpse ye are to bury?
I swear by God, this dead one is not I.
I in the spirit am, and this my body
My dwelling was, my garment for a time.
I am a treasure: hidden I was beneath
This talisman of dust, wherein I suffered.
I am a pearl; a shell imprisoned me,
But leaving it, all trials I have left.
I am a bird, and this was once my cage;
But I have flown, leaving it as a token.
I praise God who hath set me free, and made
For me a dwelling in the heavenly heights.
Ere now I was a dead man in your midst,
But I have come to life, and doffed my shroud.'
- Imam Al-Ghazali
And weep for me, lamenting me in sadness:
'Think ye I am this corpse ye are to bury?
I swear by God, this dead one is not I.
I in the spirit am, and this my body
My dwelling was, my garment for a time.
I am a treasure: hidden I was beneath
This talisman of dust, wherein I suffered.
I am a pearl; a shell imprisoned me,
But leaving it, all trials I have left.
I am a bird, and this was once my cage;
But I have flown, leaving it as a token.
I praise God who hath set me free, and made
For me a dwelling in the heavenly heights.
Ere now I was a dead man in your midst,
But I have come to life, and doffed my shroud.'
- Imam Al-Ghazali
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
I accompanied the Sufis and received from them but three words: their statement that time is a sword: if you do not cut it, it cuts you; their statement that if you do not keep your ego busy with truth it will keep you busy with falsehood; their statement that deprivation is immunity. - Imam Shafi'i
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The daring of minds ends in shackles,
Most of mankind's undertakings are folly.
Our souls are indifferent to what our bodies do,
And the sum of our lives is affliction and harm.
We did not benefit from our lifelong search
Except in collecting what these said, and those.
Atop many a mountain men have triumphed
And gone, while the mountains remained.
How many men and states have we seen
Goaded to disappear one and all.
- Fakhr al-Din al-Razi
Most of mankind's undertakings are folly.
Our souls are indifferent to what our bodies do,
And the sum of our lives is affliction and harm.
We did not benefit from our lifelong search
Except in collecting what these said, and those.
Atop many a mountain men have triumphed
And gone, while the mountains remained.
How many men and states have we seen
Goaded to disappear one and all.
- Fakhr al-Din al-Razi
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Tasawwuf is one of the latter-day sciences of the Law in the Islamic Community. The foundation of tasawwuf, however, is (more ancient, as seen in the fact) that these folk and their way have always been present among the Salaf and among the most senior of the Companions and the Successors, and their way is the way of truth and guidance - Ibn Khaldun
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Yemeni Song
as honey blends with milk
we come together in
the quiet velvet night
you are pale silk scarves
wrapping a thousand roses,
jasmine in the warm wind
you put the sweet almond cake
on my lips, place the wet
strings of your hair in my hands
your eyes weep the rain,
your breath blows the wind,
I am the wet petals you scatter -
dew drops and butterflies
in yellow sunshine whisper
these love words - I can not.
- Gary C. Wilkens
as honey blends with milk
we come together in
the quiet velvet night
you are pale silk scarves
wrapping a thousand roses,
jasmine in the warm wind
you put the sweet almond cake
on my lips, place the wet
strings of your hair in my hands
your eyes weep the rain,
your breath blows the wind,
I am the wet petals you scatter -
dew drops and butterflies
in yellow sunshine whisper
these love words - I can not.
- Gary C. Wilkens
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
- Rumi
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
- Rumi
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Awakening
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I sail to you in the ocean of my dreams
To a far away distant place
Of great beauty and tranquility
Where pain and suffering do not exist,
Where we give praise for our joy and happiness,
Where our love intertwines with a love for all things
O beloved keeper of my heart
The companion of my soul
You have reached out and touched the essence of my being
And shown me the way to a higher plane
Your love has awakened me from my years of slumber
A beckoning call to the spiritual world
Where my body is mist in the mountains
This is where my heart belongs
This is where my soul lives...
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- Amjid Yaseen
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Before I say ‘yes’
o
~
o
Here we stand, apart, not touching, not looking.
.
Tomorrow is our nikah.
.
But today, it is as if we are standing at the edge of the sea, the tide coming in to meet us.
..
We are almost ready to plunge into the rolling surf and swim out to the world of tomorrow, with its far-off horizon.
.
Families, words of praise and recommendation, questions and shy glances are behind us now.
.
You have seen what pleases you.
.
And I have seen what pleases me.
.
But I have not seen your heart.
.
And you have not seen mine.
.
.
And so now, before our fates are inextricably entwined, I will bare my heart to you.
.
Without reservations, I will show you the core of my being.
.
I am like a sapling, a tender sapling, whose roots reach eagerly to drink life’s goodness.
.
Take care when you hold the tender sapling between your fingers.
.
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I was created by Allah, a delicate seed, born of my mother and father’s love.
.
My mother nurtured me in her womb
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where an angel blew a soul into my tiny form.
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My mother’s body cradled me and I breathed of her air.
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She nourished me from herself and spoke love to me in the darkness.
..
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I was born into the love of my parents and I began to grow.
.
Seed became seedling under their care and attention.
.
They showered me with praise, and my self-esteem sprouted.
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They guided me with kindness and my character blossomed.
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They weeded the world around me so that I could grow strong and pure.
.
And now that my first buds are about to open, they have entrusted me to you.
.
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How will you tend me?
.
.
Will you coax my buds to unfurl with words of love and kind attention?
.
Or will you pluck them before they’re ready, crushing their new petals and delicate stems?
.
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When I bring forth delicate blossoms of talent and inspiration,
.
Will you smile at their dreaming petals and share in the blush of hope?
.
Or will you watch as blossoms wither under your disapproving gaze,
.
Your criticism, your scorn, and your self-righteous censure?
.
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Will you guide my wilder branches, gently, coaxing them to grow straight and true?
.
Or will you simply break off the ones that displease you, trampling them carelessly underfoot?
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And when, insha Allah, I come to bear your children, will you continue to water me?
.
Or will you pluck those precious fruits, one by one, and turn away from the empty branches?
.
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And when my trunk grows wide and thick with age, will you marvel at my strength?
.
Or will you recoil from touching my rough, brown bark?
.
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When the years have become mere memories, will you admire how tall we have grown?
.
Or will your restless, selfish heart long to reach out for another sapling?
.
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When I am as weak as the waving branches of a weeping willow – will you protect me?
.
When I am as strong as the trunk of the mighty Redwood tree – will you support me?
.
When I am as wise as the age rings of the old, old oak tree – will you respect me?
.
When I am as foolish as the fickle blossoms of early Spring – will you be patient with me?
.
When I am as fragile as the flowers of a jasmine tree – will you keep me safe?
.
When I am as bold as the roots that break through concrete – will you believe in me?
.
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How will you tend me?
.
.
For now I have shown you my heart, its dreams, its hopes and fears.
.
Look carefully as we stand at the edge of the water.
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Are you willing to bare your soul and show your heart to me?
.
So that I feel safe as the two of us swim on out to sea.
.
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Remember that I am like a sapling, a creation of Allah.
.
Take care when you hold me between your fingers.
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~
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- Na'ima B. Robert
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Useful knowledge is that which makes you grow in the fear of Allah, increases you in awareness of your defects, deepens your knowledge of the worship of your Lord Most High, decreases your desire for this world and increases your desire for the life to come, and opens your eyes to the defects of your actions so that you guard against them. - Imam Al-Ghazali
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Saturday, December 30, 2006
My Beloved
My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
And my Beloved is with me always,
For His love I can find no substitute,
And His love is the test for me among mortal beings,
Whenever His Beauty I may contemplate,
He is my "mihrab", towards Him is my "qiblah"
If I die of love, before completing satisfaction,
Alas, for my anxiety in the world, alas for my distress,
O Healer (of souls) the heart feeds upon its desire,
The striving after union with Thee has healed my soul,
O my Joy and my Life abidingly,
You were the source of my life and from Thee also came my ecstasy.
I have separated myself from all created beings,
My hope is for union with Thee, for that is the goal of my desire
- Rabi'a al-Adawiyya
My peace, O my brothers and sisters, is my solitude,
And my Beloved is with me always,
For His love I can find no substitute,
And His love is the test for me among mortal beings,
Whenever His Beauty I may contemplate,
He is my "mihrab", towards Him is my "qiblah"
If I die of love, before completing satisfaction,
Alas, for my anxiety in the world, alas for my distress,
O Healer (of souls) the heart feeds upon its desire,
The striving after union with Thee has healed my soul,
O my Joy and my Life abidingly,
You were the source of my life and from Thee also came my ecstasy.
I have separated myself from all created beings,
My hope is for union with Thee, for that is the goal of my desire
- Rabi'a al-Adawiyya
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
"Do not speak much without mentioning Allah because you will harden your hearts. A hard heart is far from Allah, but you do not know. Do not look at the wrong actions of people as if you were lords. Look to your wrong actions as if you were slaves. Some people are afflicted by wrong action and some people are protected from it. Be merciful to the people of affliction and praise Allah for His protection." - Jesus (Peace be upon him)
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Good Morrow (Stanza 3)
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp North, without declining West?
What ever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
- John Donne
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp North, without declining West?
What ever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
- John Donne
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
This poem has an Arabian theme, based on true love between a wife and her husband. In the poem, an Arab woman is talking about her husband and how she waits for him to return and how she feels when she is with him.
My Exhaustion
"You are like whispers in my ear,
A faint Arabian lute strumming in the night,
Playing softly to the forlorn stars and my heart
Under our camel hair weaved tent.
Every word that you have uttered
Hangs in the abyss of my soul,
Like the seven Hanged Poems suspended on the Ka'bah's ancient walls;
A dedication of infatuated lovers' agonies to their beloveds.
Your voice, one that I impatiently wait to hear,
Like the Arabian horses' hoofs bringing our warriors home,
Wounding me with memories of days richly seasoned with contentment.
I pray to Allah that I see you,
I hide behind my obsidian silk veil,
So that you may not see my cheeks dye themselves in blood.
Yet my kohl tainted eyes glance at you pouting, my lashes longing,
Waiting for you to come my way.
So mesmerized, my soul has ignited itself on fire.
Bringing me vigorously to life.
My eyes, overtaken by drought, have no more tears to shed.
I am parched with happiness in this desert land.
The only drink I wish to pour is the Arabic coffee that awaits you when you wake.
I have suffocated in the desert storms of your enrapturing soul,
And soared off the cliffs of your dignified heart like a saker falcon.
My scarlett henna stained hands have held a scimitar sword,
Challenging you in countless battles of intellect.
My body bruised, my feet pricked with thorns, I am exhausted.
You are my exhaustion,
An exhaustion that keeps me truly alive"
- Kholood Abdulgader Habiballa
My Exhaustion
"You are like whispers in my ear,
A faint Arabian lute strumming in the night,
Playing softly to the forlorn stars and my heart
Under our camel hair weaved tent.
Every word that you have uttered
Hangs in the abyss of my soul,
Like the seven Hanged Poems suspended on the Ka'bah's ancient walls;
A dedication of infatuated lovers' agonies to their beloveds.
Your voice, one that I impatiently wait to hear,
Like the Arabian horses' hoofs bringing our warriors home,
Wounding me with memories of days richly seasoned with contentment.
I pray to Allah that I see you,
I hide behind my obsidian silk veil,
So that you may not see my cheeks dye themselves in blood.
Yet my kohl tainted eyes glance at you pouting, my lashes longing,
Waiting for you to come my way.
So mesmerized, my soul has ignited itself on fire.
Bringing me vigorously to life.
My eyes, overtaken by drought, have no more tears to shed.
I am parched with happiness in this desert land.
The only drink I wish to pour is the Arabic coffee that awaits you when you wake.
I have suffocated in the desert storms of your enrapturing soul,
And soared off the cliffs of your dignified heart like a saker falcon.
My scarlett henna stained hands have held a scimitar sword,
Challenging you in countless battles of intellect.
My body bruised, my feet pricked with thorns, I am exhausted.
You are my exhaustion,
An exhaustion that keeps me truly alive"
- Kholood Abdulgader Habiballa
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
My Greatest Need is You
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You -
O God, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You -
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.
- Rabi'a al-Adawiyya
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You -
O God, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You -
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.
- Rabi'a al-Adawiyya
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Al Hijab
Let them say about my veil
That it’s killing my youth
Let them exaggerate in blaming me
I belong to Religion
No, I swear I would never care
My firm will is like the mountain
What is meant by beauty
If it is easy to get
They tried to deceive me
I shouted at them to leave me
I will remain in my decency
I will never accept impudence
They will never affect my pride
I am the symbol of purity
I walk in the light of piety
Behind the best Prophet
I have a proud soul
That rejects lowliness
In my path, brother
Summaya is the ideal
I am guided by Religion
Our source is pure, sister
Our path is a path of chastity
Follow it without fears
Our Religion is symbol of virtue
It never accepts vice
You are the respectable daughter of Religion
You are the descendant of notables
By my veil and decency
I impose my self-respect
I will go ahead
And never care about blames
- Lyrics of the nasheed 'Al Hijab' as sung by Ahmed Bukhatir
Let them say about my veil
That it’s killing my youth
Let them exaggerate in blaming me
I belong to Religion
No, I swear I would never care
My firm will is like the mountain
What is meant by beauty
If it is easy to get
They tried to deceive me
I shouted at them to leave me
I will remain in my decency
I will never accept impudence
They will never affect my pride
I am the symbol of purity
I walk in the light of piety
Behind the best Prophet
I have a proud soul
That rejects lowliness
In my path, brother
Summaya is the ideal
I am guided by Religion
Our source is pure, sister
Our path is a path of chastity
Follow it without fears
Our Religion is symbol of virtue
It never accepts vice
You are the respectable daughter of Religion
You are the descendant of notables
By my veil and decency
I impose my self-respect
I will go ahead
And never care about blames
- Lyrics of the nasheed 'Al Hijab' as sung by Ahmed Bukhatir
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
What has happened to your eyes, (the more) you tell them to stop, the more they continue flowing.
What is the matter with your heart, (the more) you tell it to come to its senses, (the more it is distracted).
Does the lover think that his love can be concealed.
While his eyes are shedding tears and his heart is glowing.
- Excerpt from the 'Qasidah Burda' by Imam Busairi
What is the matter with your heart, (the more) you tell it to come to its senses, (the more it is distracted).
Does the lover think that his love can be concealed.
While his eyes are shedding tears and his heart is glowing.
- Excerpt from the 'Qasidah Burda' by Imam Busairi
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The entrenched beliefs many westerners profess about Islam often reveal more about the west than they do about Islam or Muslims. The Ottomans were history's longest-lasting major dynasty; their durability must have had some relation to their ability to rule a multi-faith empire at a time when Europe was busily hanging, drawing and quartering different varieties of Christian believer. - Shaykh Hamza Yusuf
"If the first inward thought is not warded off, it will generate a desire, then the desire will generate a wish, and the wish will generate an intention, and the intention will generate the action, and the action will result in ruin and divine wrath. So evil must be cut off at its root, which is when it is simply a thought that crosses the mind, from which all the other things follow on." - Imam Al-Ghazali in 'Ihyaa Uloom al-Deen', 6/17)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
"O Allah, make my love for You the most beloved thing to me, and my fear for You the most fearful thing to me, and remove from me all worldly needs and wants by instilling a passion for meeting You, and when You have given the people of the world the pleasures of their world, make the coolness of my eyes (pleasure) in worshipping You."
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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