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I LOVE MY FEET … wherever they go, I follow!

Slide2In His Absolute Wisdom, Allah Almighty has created our eyes, ears and hands to multitask, to be able to discern and grasp many, many things at any single time. Thus, they require our attention to keep them focused on a single task.

But our feet, perhaps that most servant-like of our limbs, it can only carry out one task at any given time. It is impossible for our feet to carry us off into two different directions. Certainly, I have not heard of a traveller whose right foot took him to Paradise, while his left foot dragged him to Hell.

And what of our mind? Oh dear. We all know the sort of thoughts that can enter our head whatever we may be doing. We may be in prayers, our foreheads on the sajda (act of prostrating / prayer mat), muttering glorification of God the All-High, but then, totally uninvited, a question butts into our communion… “I say, buddy. What are we having for supper tonight?”

… *sigh*

So you see, we must all value the refreshing single mindedness of our feet. In fact…

…we truly love our feet. After all, wherever they go, we follow.

He he he.

Let’s get moving, sunshine. May Allah (swt) bless our feet to take us to Him! May Allah (swt) bless our feet to follow in the inspired footsteps of the Mercy to All the Worlds, the Most Honoured One in the Divine Presence, Sayyidina Muhammad (saws)!

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

PATIENCE PATIENTLY WAITING… meeting as-Sabūr in Ramadan

largePatience Patiently Waiting
A day is added to our life,
Will we live in truth,
Or persist in our lies?

A day is added to our days,
Will we still be in error,
Or will we change our ways?

A morning is added to our mornings,
Yet day after day after day
God is still patiently waiting…
While we sigh, pause
And delay.
…………

The Patient People. We are quite a shameless lot, are we not, sunshine? Oh, how we make such a drama of our trials and tribulations, the passing of our friends and kin, the accidents, the failed ambitions, the broken hearts and the end of dreams. We care only of our feelings, our sense of lost, our tests. We try to be patient in the face of worldly afflictions.

21_oktober_2010The Patient Prophet. But what is our middling patience compared to the patience of the prophets? As the best of creation, it is upon their backs that the most trying tests are borne and the weariest tasks are endured patiently. And among all prophets of God  undoubtedly it is His final messenger and the seal of the prophets, Sayyidina Muhammad (saws) that stands unreachable in his station of patience.

We are His creation, this Lord God, and the created cannot encompass the Creator. But God has commanded us to worship Him, to come to love and adore Him. But how can we love what we do not know? Thus Allah has bestowed upon us our mind, the ability to inquire and contemplate His immeasurable nature – like little sands on the shore of His Holy Names, we are pondering upon His endless ocean of Attributes, all wonderful, all infinitely glorious.

The Patient God. It is in patience, that most holy of virtues that our Nabi Muhammad (saws) is in worshipful prostration to the very essence of patience that is Allah Almighty, known by one of his 99 names, as as-Sabūr, the Most Patient, the Patiently-Enduring One.

There is really no need to bring the rest of the world into our little exposition, my love. We can examine our own weakness and impiety in comparison to God’s abiding and sustaining love for us, to know that we are constantly blessed by His immeasurable patience, whatever our sinful state.

Thank you for spending a little time here in this corner of my thoughts.  Pray for me, please…

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

Poon’s Room, The River & The Ocean

My Brother
Breathing in the room he once breathed in,
Walking upon the floor he once walked on,
This room, this space of certain memories,
The walls speak to me of my brother,
And the constancy of his love
For his family and his friends
Who misses him so,
And dare I say it…?
Of his love
For me.
………

229752_1879889790685_5877716_nThe Room. Ramadan Mubarak, sunshine. This year’s blessed month of fasting is a little different, as I have a small project to complete. I am turning my dear brother’s small bedroom (see above pic) that has been left unused for almost 3 years into a prayer / guest room. I have tentatively test-driven the room… first with a little dzikr and salawat (remembrance of God through the recitations of His Divine Names and greetings of peace and praise upon the Prophet Muhammad s.a.w.s.) and then, with a little prayer.

How did it feel? It felt good. So good that I cried.

River HeartThe River & The Ocean. It is funny to use the term for a room – to test-drive a room. But it was really that, for in that preciously short time, I left on a journey, leaving this world, leaving its cares and distractions, its poor illusion of happiness to seek solace with my Lord, with the memories past and the new memories to be made with my departed brother, Saiful Bahri (known to me as Abang Chik and to the rest of the world as Poon).

“After all, why ought death be a barrier in creating new memories between us and our dearly departed kin and friends?”, an ancient friend urgently assures me this morning, “After all, death is not a divide but a river communicating us transients of this world to the eternal Mercy Ocean of God, our true home”.

I shan’t tell you much more as there is nothing more to say. Only that this little labour of love will, insha Allah (God willing), keep me occupied until the Lord God brings me home and (again insha Allah) back to His Heavenly Presence with our Prophet Muhammad (saws), His blessed Family and Companions, my masters of the tariqat (the Path), my dear loving mother, my brother, my aunties, uncles, cousins and so many more of my other kin and friends who have all already left us for the Mercy Ocean.

What a day that would be!

Have a wonderful Ramadan, my love. Pray for me please and May Allah (swt) bless you always, and may Allah (swt) forgive me always.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE PROMISED SACRED INTIMACY… and the discarding of me

dark-room-light-through-window-hunched-man1Discarding Me in the Promised Sacred Intimacy
When I am reciting,
I am not listening,
Nor am I actually talking…

So to whom am I supposed to be talking?
And whom am I supposed to be listening to?
O’ Love, it must be You, it must be You…
O’ Love, inspire me to
Your frequency
To discard the deception of me…
Of my enterprising in anything,
In Your Promised
Sacred Intimacy.
……….

IMG_20131111_205650Beggar Sinner. We are asking for the best from the Giver of Gifts, the Bestower of Honour that is our Lord Allah (swt). Not because we are the best or any good really, but because we want to be counted in the nation of the Best of Creation, being none other than the Prophet Muhammad (saws). For ourselves, masya Allah, we know we amount for nothing, but we are informed by our Prophet (saws) that God’s Mercy is greater than our sins and (ironically) we imagine that His gifts for those who struggle towards Him is so magnificent to be beyond the little horizons of our imagination.

Impertinent beggar, impudent sinner… honestly that is me. And I am holding my begging bowl that is my two open hands asking for the gift of intimacy with the Heavenly presence. Shameful but ever hopeful, I turn to our Lord again and again, as He reveals with every little unveiling of the heart, His Sublime Love and Grace which enamours our very being – leaving us again and again gasping with sorrowful regret and tearful gratitude…

Oh No!
Again and again,
I come to Thee as Me,
The shame of it all!
The shame of it all!
………

Though we are patently undeserving in merit, we ask Allah (swt), by His divine love for the Habibullah (Beloved of God) Sayyidina Muhammad Miftahur Rahman (saws), to forgive us of all our sins, to accept our poor expression of thankfulness and to welcome us to the Promised Sacred Intimacy between the Lord and His Servant.

10544-497-497wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE GIFT OF YOU…

Camera 360THE GIFT OF YOU
Often God offers man a quicker way,
A shorter path, a gift.
We find four responses…

First, The deniers will say, “This cannot be!
The path must be hard, long
And no reward save those earned
In its strict and measured way!
God is simply not that magnanimous!”

Secondly, some among you
Will be thankful to the Lord,
Counting their blessings
And rightfully so.

Thirdly and for a few,
This is their converse,
“For the satisfied, bless them, o God!
But we are your stray dogs,
Mendicants huddling
And hiding in the alleyways
And dead ends of creation,
And we fear, this blessing is not enough,
If you grant us more, Your generosity will not
Exhaust your treasury by a single iota!”
Thus they ask and plead from God.

And now we find ourselves with the fourth and final group,
And to these strange fellows even an inexhaustible sea of blessings
Will not be adequate to sate their thirst,

For they are asking, “o Love, we seek Thee;
The One, The First!
Not out of piety but in realising
That however much good we do,
And whatever the blessings that You may bestow,
There is no gift better to desire,
Than the gift of You.”

So now, Saliqa,
Of these four groups,
Whom do you belong to?
………………

Camera 360Explanatory Note: The first group of deniers and naysayers, who are accustomed to their own interpretation of religious edicts, fumes at the idea of God giving undeserved respite to a sinner. These are whom I call God’s own killjoys. The second group are blessed, being grateful and thankful and waiting upon more of the Lord’s generpsity with patience and propriety. The third group are the good sinners, woefully in touch with the confessions of their sins, both hidden and apparent, and desiring always more of Allah’s (swt) generosity, and they are also blessed. But the fourth, they are something else. They are not actually interested with anything other than the Creator Himself. No blessings, no merit, no rewards, no ease, no relief, nothing created and separate from Allah our Lord do they consider the ultimate goal and gift. And while they will readily accept such rewards from their God with thankfulness, yet they turn to Him, and yet their hearts and their tongue speak a prayer impudent but sincere -

My Lord, thank You.
But among this treasure than
You have bestowed upon me,
Where is the Gift that I truly seek?
The Gift of You?
………..

But then consider this in the calm pool of your spirit – There is no gift truly worth desiring but God, and the Messenger bearing this Gift  is His beloved Nabi Muhammad (saws).

So maybe they are not so impudent after all nor over-reaching their station. They are really only reflecting upon the Muslim’s attestation of faith, bearing witness that -

There is no god but God, and Muhammad is His Messenger.

So back to the million dollar question, o’ Saliqa (seeker) – of the four group, whom do you belong to?

 wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

LIKE A REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR, HOW CAN WE EXIST WITHOUT HIM?

fat 2Angels. I fear I think too well of my prayers and devotion, “Oh, how meritorious is my deed. How blessed and honoured is my prayers! Why isn’t anyone noticing my glowing piety? Oh, yes… no one is around. But no matter, I bet the angels are giving me a standing ovation even as I am typing this.”

Thus you see, sunshine, I can entertain such strange thoughts even when I am alone in my room. My ego bringing in even God Almighty’s own angels as reluctant (and imagined) witnesses to my saintliness. Our mind often play such tricks like this on us.

Good God. So, in truth, all credit is due to God, Allah (swt). Because the original cause of all virtuous actions, all come from a single source – hinted in the English language by the very ancient and original meaning of the word ‘good’, which is of course ‘God’.

Slide1So don’t you fret if you think you have not garnered enough ‘merits’, gold medals or such rewards as the Lord Creator might deign to grant you. For the lesser you think of yourself, the poorer you realise your state, the more beloved you become in His Eyes, our Lord Sultan…

My Sultan,
Let me diminish
In Your Majesty,
Treat me as how
You treat your servants
Who have been
Proven worthy!
………

Not a single atom of goodly action that we do arises out of our own accord. We are simply answering His Call, for it is God’s Love that forever and always precedes our facsimile of love. Like a reflection in the mirror, we simply cannot exist without Him.

May Allah Almighty cherish and sustain us, and raise us to be dusts beneath the sandals of our Prophet Muhammad, His Beloved One and His Own Declared Mercy to the World (saws). And perhaps most importantly to us, the very reason there is a mirror in the first place. Yes, indeed. But that, sunshine, is another tale for another day.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

YOUR SOUL, MY SOUL, OUR SOUL… a conversation about contradiction

artflow_201601171333A Conversation
Wherever I have been,
Whatever I have seen,
However wafer thin
My excuses seem,
To you, I am a soul still,

I am unchanged, unspoilt,
And though sprung
From this very soil,
My home is elsewhere,
And my homecoming certain,

If you doubt and require proof,
Speak to your own soul,
Then you will realise
That I speak only the truth.
………..

Chip. I hold grudges. It is a weighty baggage for me, holding me down. Because the truth is, when we have a chip on our shoulder, it isn’t a chip-size chip. It is heavier than a mountain and large enough to block out the entire universe of blessings that God is giving us all.

Your Soul. Because as I understand it to be, each one of us is created as a soul, a divine light unsullied and eternal, and however we may be aggrieved by another human being, we have to remember that we are still dealing with another soul. But this, we can only recall if we ourselves are in sympathy with our own soul.

befriend yourself 2My Soul. So you see, the poem above began as a the soul of a person I am holding a grudge against talking to me. But as I was finishing the last word, I realised that no, it was not about another soul at all. It was really about my very own soul, and my daily struggle to act, think and feel in complete tandem with it, the truly real part of me that actually exists in the transcendental sense – a soul eternally connected with the Divine, that continuously entreats me to patience, kindness, friendship and love. A voice that I sometimes listen to it but all too often ignore, deceived as I am by my hubris and the  distractions of this world.

Our Soul. Even as we face the constant conflict that life throws at us as human beings interested only in pursuing our own selfish agendas, at another plane of reality, at the station of Divine Truth and its manifestation, our souls are interacting with one another in beautiful harmony. Each unique soul playing off another in a perfect orchestra of divine music.

Contradictions. May we all be guided to lessen the contradictions of our existence, to be at peace with ourselves and with each other, united in loving worship of Allah s.w.t. under the banner of Allah’s manifest mercy to the worlds, our beloved Nabi Muhammad (saws). To cease the endless arguments of our intemperate egos and to finally enable our souls to commune through God and with God. Do you not agree, sunshine?non

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

YOU MATTER. YOU ARE NO AFTERTHOUGHT

IMG_20131111_205650Not An Afterthought
If ever you feel yourself
To be an afterthought,
Know that to God,
You are not.
………

SENSITIVITY. I am overly sensitive sometimes. When I get invited as an afterthought to a gathering or function, perhaps because someone else cannot make it, I don’t take such invitations very graciously. in fact I might feel secretly appalled.

Of course the invitation may have come only because the person inviting for some reason entirely forgot about me, which is an acceptable excuse. After all, I am not so hot in the memory department myself. But if I was never really intended to be part of the party, then I am sorry, I will in all probability not accept the invitation. For I will see it as a mere afterthought or perhaps even a slight (albeit unintended), depending on my mood that day. Not very Sufi, right? But would you react the same way, sunshine? Perhaps you won’t, which makes you a far better person than I am!

ocean heart 2GOD. So you see, that is why I am affectionate and intimate with my God, aka our Allah Almighty. For despite His apparent invisibility, He is the Lord God of everything, and I think considers me in all His plans. He never leaves me out, and though I may merit His censure at times (many times, to be very honest), one thing I know for sure is that He will never ever forget me. And I will never be a mere afterthought to Him. Such callousness is simply not the Sunnatullah (the Ways of God).

HIS  BELOVED. Despite my impertinent familiarity with God though, I do not approach Him alone. Perhaps it is my natural diffidence, but following the ancient rites of Islam I enter the Lord’s court with, through and for the sake of God’s own Beloved. For you see, if you desire the favour of the King, it is very smart to align yourself with the King’s favourite – and there is none closer, more favoured and more beloved to Allah (swt) than His Habibullah, Nabi Muhammad (saws). Even a sinner as thick as myself can understand this.

DIVINE LOVE. Can you see now that you are never an afterthought to He who matters most to you? And if God is not the one that matters the most to you, then perhaps it is time for you to realign your priorities. Because I believe with all my heart that the moment you have done so, divine magic will happen - which is realising the truth that you matter, you always have and you always will. And that is a joyous thought, indeed.

Wouldn’t you agree, sunshine?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

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

THE FLAME OF THE FOREST …His faith precedes my faith

IMG_20150824_184434Flame in the Forest
Everything I am,
I owe it to You,
My life, my body, my breath,
Even my colours,

In a world made grey
With weariness,
In a world made dull
With needlessness…
When I remember You,
When I place myself last
And I place You first,

Lo, I am nourished with Your Love,
Lo, I am the bright flame in the forest!
……………

Sincerity. Sincerity is difficult to attain, and nigh impossible to maintain without His constant guidance. And to place yourself last, and God first? That is certainly no walk in the park. It is the end of the journey, it is the highest goal of servanthood. And like all quests, It will be challenged and tested to a degree that we cannot imagine.

donkeyThe Test. But however far we may progress (or not), one thing is certain. And that is God will not test us more than we can bear. So why is it then that I, your friendly sinner, continues to fail wretchedly with his little burdens?

Faith. The answer is simple, I know – It is staring me in the mirror. Because I do not know myself as well as God does. Thus, it is my constant craving to get to know myself better, this human being, this sinner in whom God appears to have such faith in.

If only I have more faith in Him. No doubt, He will show me, me. And I will begin to know Him as how He wishes to be known to His beloved servants.

Pray for me, sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way