Monthly Archives: October 2015

TOWARDS YOU, O’ AHAD AND YOUR AHMAD

IMG_20151026_181514The Maze of God
The walls of my maze are paper-thin,
And the only thing that stops me
From breaking through to You, o’Love,
Is my continuing refusal to believe
That You are as how the Prophet says You to be,
As How You Yourself say You are and shall always be;

The Lord Most Compassionate, Most Merciful
Most Loving to all His servants,
However lowly, however beggarly,
However burdened with sin
Is he.
……….

We wrong ourselves, as we often wrong others because we are barricaded in our petty bias and knowledge, our little acts of charity and piety. Knowledge which should save us, become our own chains of hubris. Admirable deeds of faith become a prison from which we are unable to escape, as our own ego takes credit for our spiritual attainments, such as they are.

If I cannot come to my God as a saint, then I shall come to Him as a sinner, if I am unable to come to Him as the good, then let me come to Him as the sorrowful and wicked, but one way or the other, come to Him I must.

I shed my beard and my turban, my dress of piety and my trembling walking stick. Unfulfilled I beg to God, let me come close to the shadow, to the whisper of Your Beloved. To the hymn, to the song, to the praise sung by the lovers of Your Beloved. I am the broken chalice. I am the wandering mendicant, crying to come home, on the Peace Train towards You, o’ Ahad and Your Ahmad.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

TWO QUESTIONS… AND WHY MARX’S OBSERVATIONS CAN BE CORRECT.

artflow_201510221840Divine Insult?
You say I have insulted God,
I say you feel insulted that
My idea of God does not conform with yours.

So it is not about God at all,
But really all about you.
……………

As we ask others to act, we too must act in the same manner. But I am afraid, far too often, we are blinded by our hubris, thinking and acting as if we own God…

Divine Ruse?
Have we turned our religion into a veil;
A mask of hubris?
Have we turned our religion into an excuse;
A one-size-fit-all pretext?
Have we turned our religion into a drug;
An exit from reality?
………….

For you see Karl Marx was right, and that certainly, religion can be an opiate for the masses. And it takes but a little inclination to our ego and base desires to turn that ‘can‘ into an embarrassingly apparent ‘is‘, perhaps a fitting epithet ‘I-told-you-so!’ that can be carved on his tombstone. But like almost everything in Creation, it is for us to choose how we exercise our religion, how to be part of a civilised society, and perhaps make a small step, a little change for the better, one soul at a time.

And I don’t know about you, but I wish to begin with my own wicked self. Upon the path set by our Nabi Muhammad (saws) – A human example of servanthood created by Divine Compassion, that we erring humanity might learn and follow, however stumbling and however long our journey may be, towards the Divine Presence.

So pray for me, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

MY BEAUTIFUL ROSES… from the field of my errors

IMG_20151010_170918I Am Told
I am told;
He is not my brother
Because he is not of the same religion,

But I say; our religion may differ
But we share the same homecoming,

I am warned;
She is not my sister
Because she looks different,

But I say: our features may differ
But inside, she too has a heart beating,

I am told;
They are our enemy,

But I say; to you maybe,
But not to me…
…………….

MEMORIES. This old sinner once wrote that if we have perfect memory, we will never err or sin. But as sentient beings, we are composed of all sorts of memories, good and bad. And we were told and taught many things as we grow up, some of which are mixed with a dash bigotry, like some hateful mocktail.

MV5BMTcyMjI1ODg4N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDYzODYyMQ@@._V1_UX148_CR0,0,148,200_AL_So I guess, living a good life is not only about remembering things to practice, but also remembering things only as a life lesson. You know what I mean, one of those o-my-God-what-a-dumb-dumb-I-was past experiences.

A MANURE OF ERRORS. Originally I thought that we ought to forget such mistakes, like our smoking, drinking or drug-taking, or perhaps our brief affair with Wahhabism (under whatever guise it was masked in). But you know, we cannot erase the past. And to misuse a scene from the ‘Yes, Prime Minister’ political comedy (one of the greatest, in my opinion), might I conclude that…

Our past may be full of shit.
But sometime beautiful roses grow
From the most odious smelling
Manure of our errors,

…IF we learn from them.
……………..

And boy, I don’t know about you, but if I could convert my past mistakes into roses, I reckon I would have acres upon acres… stretching into the rose-scented horizon as far as the eye can see.

wallpaper-2997540wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

DRAMA! – the ego, me, my smoking and odontophobia… Oh, and something about repeatedly falling off a high horse.

800px-r-staines-malvolio-shakespeare-twelfth-nightDramatic!
My soul is a poem
Staged as a drama,
Where I play the roles of the damsel,
The hero and villain…
……

I can do with less drama in my life. The less the better. But my ego will not let me. He insists on me being the hero when things become heroic, and the misunderstood villain when things become mischievous! Oh woe!

I am quitting smoking (last nicotine laced smoke to grace my lungs was in end January 2015), and I have become a most-loyal customer of our friendly neighbourhood dentist (overcoming my yellow-bellied fear of the dentist chair), seeing him 4 times over the past 3 months. So my ego (and me) would like to take credit for that. That and the woebegone ‘damsel’ that is my conscience, forever at the mercy of her capricious bipolar host.

A high horse. But when I ponder over the circumstances of my two ‘conversions’, much like Paul on the road to Damascus, with all humility, I think I just fell off my high horse. I just ended my procrastination and endless (and I mean ENDLESS) rationalising over my smoking habit and my odontophobia (fear of dentists) and simply just did it (like Nike said I should) – I stumbled off the horse, quit the cancer stick and made that dental appointment.

But the how, when and why I found the courage to do either? Truly, only God knows.

Oh, and one more thing. About that high horse I was on. It must have been a very, very, very  high horse indeed. Because, gosh, I am still falling…. or… am just I hitting the ground and  inevitably climbing back up on my high horse – only to fall again? And again. And again. Oh no.

Pray for me, sunshine. This ride ain’t over yet!

wa min Allah at-taufiq

HATE HAS NO PLACE IN ISLAM
LOVE WILL SHOW THE WAY

Love, religion, compulsion and acceptance… but Hu is actually speaking?

IMGReligion of Love
There is no compulsion in love…
Even though your mind may be taught,
Your conscience may be pricked
And your experiences persuasive,
But it will count for nothing
If your heart is not accepting.

And much like love,
There is no compulsion in religion.
…………….

“There is no compulsion in religion. The right direction is henceforth distinct from error. And he who rejecteth false deities and believeth in Allah hath grasped a firm handhold which will never break. Allah is Hearer, Knower.”   (the Holy Quran 2:256, Pickthall)

LOVE MUST BE OF THE WILLING. I cannot force love, can I? I can create conditions which nurture the possibility of love, yes. But not the certainty of love. Certainty in love comes when I am in Love, when I am with Love and I feel loved by Love. And the secret formula for that is with God.

20150804123718_resizedACCEPTANCE IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. You cannot force religion too. This is religion understood at a higher plane. Not merely a system of rules, of rights and wrongs. By accepting the tenets of the religion, I will engender an inclination towards the religion, but really that is all. At this point I am merely inclining to the way of the al Quran and the Sunnah (traditions of the Prophet (saws)). Because acceptance is actually a blessing and an affirmation to me from God, not by my own self-blessing in proclaiming to the witnessing Angels, “Yea! Verily I declare You are God, o’ Lord!” That would be like me imagining myself falling into the sea and declaring, “Oh yes! The sea is wet!” I am just making a supposition there, an intellectual exercise. The acceptance of Islam may begin with reasoning, but it is Allah’s acceptance that is the key. And there is no human vanity nor reason that can encompass His Will. That is why, happily, God gives the assurance to us that He has forbidden upon Himself to be unjust or oppressive.

“O My servants! I have forbidden oppression for Myself, and I have made it forbidden amongst you, so do not oppress one another. O My servants, all of you are astray except those whom I have guided, so seek guidance from Me and I shall guide you…”
(Sayings of the Prophet, with the authority of Abu Dharr Al-Ghafari)

Which is good for us, I guess.,, considering how undeserving we actually are, often unjust and oppressive towards others, and certainly towards ourselves. So have we done enough? Have we fought against injustice, have we helped the oppressed and the persecuted? You know the answer… it is blowing in the wind.

Camera 360I am a Muslim, I hear myself say sometimes. But it is merely an echo across a vast chasm of my errors and wickedness. I need Allah (swt) to confirm it, and I need my beloved Prophet(saws) to say it. Who am I to say what I am? Only Allah knows best and only He may guide us to the Master of Guides – our Nabi Muhammad Habibullah (saws). So pray for me, sunshine…

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way