Tag Archives: Allah

Tahajjud, The Twilight Conference of Lovers

20170204_071656In The Conference of Lovers
If we keep calm,
if we keep quite still,
We can feel an ocean
Lapping the shore of our spirit,
In the moonlit hours while others sleep,
We are awake, listening and weeping,
Allah, Allah, Allah the surf whispers
Allah, Allah, Allah the ripple speaks
Allah, Allah, Allah the ocean mutters
Like nightingales serenading our heart
The ripple, the surf and the tide sings
Ya Ahad, ya Samad, Salli ala Muhammad,
Ya Ahad, ya Samad, Salli ala Muhammad,

Intently We listen until we realise,
That the words are manifest
Not from some place of the North
Or the South or the East or the West
But resonating from within our own heart
Ringing like the muezzin cry for prayer
Assuring the uncertain
Consoling the heartbroken
Giving strength to both kings and courtiers,
To the peasants, the farmers and traders alike,
Giving solace to the poorest wretch in the gutter,

Declaring that God and His Prophet is here,
Closer to us than our jugular,
Thus in the darkest part of the night
The Lord of the Nightingales hosts His guests
In the Twilight Conference of Lovers we gather
To worship, to adore in His Light upon Light.
…………

Is there anything more to be said for now, my love? May Allah love us and awaken us from our weary slumber to His calling tonight and every night hereafter. We hold unto the Prophet Muhammad the Light, the Lamp and the Lantern (pbuh), to shine His light upon light into our darkening skies.

Madad ya Sayyidina Nur (the Light)
Madad ya Sayyidina Siraj (the Lamp)
Madad ya Sayyidina Misbah (the Lantern)
(Peace be Upon Him)

And if someone asks thee – o’ Saliqa, o’ seeker! Where do you find nourishment? Tell them that every night you attend to His audience, prostrated as a lovelorn servant, in the Conference of Lovers, in the Tahajjud nightly prayers.

20160809_071418wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

HER STORM, MY RIVER & OUR DREAM

20151230012012_resized_1The Sentinel
You cast a storm from your honest eyes
But you could not alter the course of my river
I cast a spell with my beautiful lies
But your storm has ebbed
And a drought has dried the river.
So now friends ask, why am I still here,
A lonely sentinel in this lonely ruin?
But I cannot forget you, I fear,
Nor our dream of
what might
have been.
…..

20151229003217_resized_1HARD & SOFT. I am trying to learn to remember. I am not very good at it, but I am hoping that AllahuHafez (God the Preserver) will give me a legs up in this general direction. And I think He has. But the collateral effect is we learn to remember EVERYTHING. Which perhaps has its hard and soft sides – We learn to realise the beautiful promises and hopes that once illuminated our daily life by the presence of just one person, a chance for a future, for a family. And with the departure of such person, we learn to carry the painful realisation that we had, in all probability caused the dream to end oh so suddenly, waking up blinking like a fool in the bright dawn of truth.

And I am still suffering the hangover, sunshine.

GOOD & BAD. I said the effect of remembrance (dzikr) is both hard and soft, when the words I used originally were ‘up and down sides’. I changed them because no remembrance is ultimately bad. However painful the milestones we face when we glanced over our shoulders and look back into the past, our gaze must necessarily return far, to the soft yielding embrace of our dearly departed mother or father, or some other beloved kin or friend we have lost to time and tide. And if we look farther still, farther than the even our birth, our parents’ birth or even beyond the first life ever raised its eyes and look into a new world, we return ultimately, in the finality of our contemplation to the dawn of creation before any sun ever existed, to the NurMuhammad, the Light of Muhammad (sws) and to our God Almighty, Most Compassionate Most Merciful. And you must agree with me that that is not a bad thing.

May God bless you, sunshine, always and forever.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE ROSE & THE MIRROR

20150804123718_resizedThe Rose & The Mirror
It is not for the rose to declare its beauty,
But to exist and simply be,
In perfect poise before
An admiring mirror.
…..

I cannot say I am beautiful or attractive. Not when I live in my skin and know very well where all my skeletons are hidden. Thus I answered when asked why I was so hesitant in accepting compliments and praise. But the answer then took me to an older reply of an older inquiry. Perhaps one of the oldest question entertained by mankind, and this is it – Why did God create the world? Why am I here? In a famous Sufi lore, God replied, “I was a Hidden Treasure, and I wanted to be known.”

Like a mirror placed before an incomparable and blinding beauty, the natural state of the world of Men and Djinn is prostrating before the Creator – reflecting upon Allah Almighty, to acknowledge, to praise and to worship Him in His immeasurable Glory, Light and infinite Mercy.

In the holy Quran, Allah (swt) expresses Himself unequivocally thus -

“I created the jinn and humankind only that they might worship Me.”
(Quran 51:56, Marmaduke Pickthall)

May we be the mirrors we are meant to be, sunshine, to negate our own ego’s rampant vanity and to complete the divine equation of Love, Beauty and Adoration. To be quite honest here, It is not the easiest algorithm to solve but it is the most enchanting mystery that any student may commit his life and death to uncover!

20151229011502_resizedThe Rose & The Mirror II
A mirror cannot adore a rose
If it persists in thinking
Itself to be the rose.
One must be adored
And the other must be the mirror.
One must be God,
And the other the worshipper.
……

May we always be supported by Allah (swt) and His Beloved Muhammad Sayyidina Mahsusun Bilmajid (sws). For the wandering soul there is no happier or safer way than this path revealed by AllahuFattah (God the Opener, the Revealer).

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE PEN OF GALLANTRY

artflow_201602091201Punctuality & The Pen of Gallantry
Am I too late?
To taste tea in the morning,
To find roses peeping in,
To hear the tiny toes
Of who knows who
Coming down the gravel walk?

Am I too late?
To put fairness before self,
To close my eyes to the whisperer
But gather instead, with the other moths
In a falling orbit
Around the Sun?

Am I too late?
To put manners before passion,
To place goodness before gratification,
To swell the sea of hopeful pearls
Enchanted by the Moon of Mercy?

Am I too late?
To write my book?
To finish my drawings?
To begin and end the story
Of the elephant, the cat
And dear old Mr. Ali?

Heaven knows, as I do not.
The answers to my punctuality
Rests at the Throne of God
In the Antechamber of Mercy
Before Whom prostrates
The Pen of Gallantry
……..

Abang ChikIRONY. we are not good at saying goodbye, are we, sunshine? Not to our office and friends, not to anyone that we love and care for. Take me for instance, today my late brother’s friend remarked on my recent picture on Facebook that from a distance, I kinda look like him (like my late brother, not his friend). This pleases me no end, to be quite honest as I like to be reminded of him. The irony is that when he was still clowning about in the physical realm, Abang Chik used to annoy me to no end with his eccentric but undeniably insightful view of the world.

IMG_20170310_072726THE END. If you follow my rather quiet and uneventful life, you may know that last week, me and my partner handed over the keys of our 13 years old office back to the landlady. It was a deeply melancholic moment for us, having sifted through thousands and thousands of documents of our past decade’s work, smiling, pondering and sometimes laughing at all the memories we made in the office.

THE BEGINNING. Which brings me to the beginning. And to what I shall do now that my legal practice will take a back seat in my daily life. Truth be told, I am still weighing the possibilities but at 47 years old, I am not in a hurry to make a hasty decision. I am looking a the clouds in the sky, I am feeling the tremor of the air that surrounds me, I am listening to the birds singing outside my window, and I am turning my eyes inwards, to the remembrance of God Almighty and His Beloved Muhammad Sayyidina Habibullah (sws), hoping for a hint, a sign.

Pray for me, sunsine. And may Allah bless you always.

donkeywa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

YA LATIF, the One Subtle, Gracious, Refined

dreams wacomal-Latīf
I am unwell, Love
Afflicted in body and spirit,
Wearied night and day,
Fevered head to feet,
But Your name, Your Name…
I still say… and I still weep.

Oh Most Subtle,
Heal my body gently,
Oh Most Gracious,
Cure my sickness for riches,
Oh Most Refined,
Be tender, and to me
Be not unkind.
…..

26062011446-2Luxury and indulgence are poor masters, while adversity and tribulations make the best teachers. Since last night, poor old Notrumi has been afflicted with sickness, but I kept up, as best as I can, my prayers and contemplation.

It was this morning, as I was completing our supererogatory devotions for the holy month of Rajab, that I muttered quietly, “ya Latif, ya Latif, ya Latif…” one of the holy names of God meaning the One Subtle, Gracious and Refined. The meaning of His name enveloped me in my tiredness, made me both happy and sad, and hopeful – Oh Latif, how this sickly servant is in desperate need of Your tenderness, Your grace and kindness. Oh Latif, do You not see this poor servant calling You? And at the end of each cycle of recitation (if we remember to), we would dedicate our poor stumbling devotion for His Beloved Habibullah Sayyidina Muhammad (sws),

It is only the 13th night of Rajab, so there are many more ‘ya Latif’ to say in honour of this blessed month. Strange that a sickness brought a poignant insight into this beautiful name of our Beloved God. Funny how things turn out better, don’t they, my pet?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

EASE IS EASY. BUT WHAT WILL LOVE DO?

artflow_201612232206Ease & Love
I ask for ease from Love
And Love eases me,
All through my days and nights
Love attends to me devotedly.

Encouraged I then ask
For love from Love…
A divine jealousy,
Worthy of Love’s majesty,
And Love loves me indeed,
Which makes me happy,
But in a state that
Leaves me waiting cautiously…

For ease is easy,
But love? Who knows
What Love might do.

Do you?
……..

Why does the mystics often ask for ‘ease’? Is not a life of sacrifice and tribulation good for the soul? He he he.

Because our personal trials and tests come whether we like it or not. But most importantly, and you can have this engraved in your heart in words of molten fire -

You will be tested for everything that comes out of your mouth
…..

Oh crumbs.

But it’s all good. It’s always good. It’s God after all that plans it all.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

MUSE, MAKER, THE END OF ALL SURMISE

Camera 360My Only Homecoming
I am captivated by Your signs
Bur wonder… how long shall I
Be traveling? To wander this world,
To explore the connections
And signs of You
But to never find You?

I am not claiming that I deserve You
But then You made me and I am Yours,
So is there in truth
Any other homecoming
For me but to You?
………

A few nights ago, I was bemused to hear two simultaneous Azans (call to prayers). One came from my phone with its prayer times app, while the other came ‘live’ from my neighbourhood mosque.

5451_109180257843_543202843_2382546_7545878_nI don’t know why but I was deeply affected by the beauty of the two Azans. They just felt overwhelming, coursing through the air like some cosmic signal being beamed from a divine radio station heaven somewhere beautiful. But then, quite by surprise, a poignant thought came to me…

The End of Surmise
Beautiful songs… But when will I meet the Muse?
Beautiful signs… But when shall I see the Maker?
Beauty, beauty, beauty everywhere
But when will I ever
Meet the End of all my surmise?
………

It was a moment both sweet and sad. I really don’t know how else to explain.

Do you, sunshine?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE FANGS OF THE ANTICHRIST ARE SHOWING

4877_79071_web_8columnEulogy for Peace
The west has fallen,
The east is falling,
The south has been eaten,
The north is melting,

Wisdom is hidden,
Books are celebrated,
Leaders are elected,
Truth is discarded,

The fangs of the Antichrist are showing
Because he is smiling.
…..

Slide6Close the door, sunshine. Keep to yourself, your close friends and kin. Stay away from crowds and rabble rousers. The tail is wagging the dog, and wisdom in the public space is practically gone.

The world is a bridge, cross it fast and do not try to mend it. There is great wisdom in the sayings of Sayyidina Isa Ruhul Quds (as), especially when the Antichrist is busy torching the bally bridge down. The days of long nights are upon us. Keep to your prayers, and keep the lantern of your faith for Allah Almighty bright with the brand of Nabi Muhammad Sayyidina Siraj (sws).

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE DISTRACTION OF DISTANCE, THE ILLUSION OF NEARNESS

The Distraction of Distance
I am tryingSlide1
Dear God,
I am.

I am closer
I know.
But I am hindered,
Dear God,
I am.

I am hindered
By my knowing
I am near.

I am distracted, I am,
By the distraction
Of distance.
I am deceived, I am,
By the illusion
Of nearness
……

Don’t be deceived. Be cautious, pet. Space and time, that place where distance matters is a construct for our material ego-world. Do not be attached to such measure of closeness. For Allah, there is only one measure worthwhile for all humanity to understand and strive towards – to Him, to God through goodness…

O mankind! Lo! We have created you male and female, and have made you nations and tribes that ye may know one another. Lo! the noblest of you, in the sight of Allah, is the best in conduct. Lo! Allah is Knower, Aware. (Holy Quran, 49:13 -Marmaduke Pickthall)

All other yardsticks, such as pious knowledge or material prosperity, are double-edged swords that bites both ways if the beneficiary of such blessings is not careful. For you see, if the devil is the dog at the door of the Lord, testing the worth of any one who presumes to approach the Divine Presence, the louder is his bark the closer that you get.  Guard dog4

Thus, prudence is the name of the game, sunshine. As my lovely law lecturer, Sheila Tilley used to interject to the bemused delight of her class – softly, softly, catchy monkey.

He he he.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE DEVIL AND OUR EGO, HIS MOST LOYAL ACOLYTE

19022012588Why
Why oh why?
Why did I die?
Why oh why?
Why did I lie?
Thinking I will never be found out?
…….

sedih 2Every time we lie, we die a little. Of this I am certain, and many times more than I care to count I have found myself at my own funeral, looking into my own grave.

Like tango, it takes two to lie. So long as we are weak and a slave to our own ego, our life shall always be divided – between our heart and our ego. And all too often it is our ego that we will believe, while our heart’s admonishments and advice we stubbornly ignore.

Yes, the devil, our enemy tirelessly lays siege upon our peace and happiness, but whispers are his only armoury. It his good fortune that in our ego his evil whispers have found a most loyal acolyte.

Man & His Lies
The devil was asked
Why it was so easy to deceive Man,
To which he replied,
“I have not found,
In all my travel and adventure,
A creature more adept at self-deception
A student more diligent in the science of self-destruction
Than the children of Adam and Eve”
……..

In a world full of mad preachers and merciless sermons, there is always this risk, a very present and real danger, that our very best efforts of piety or charity are diverted and corrupted by our own ego, hubris and self-deception. The road to hell is paved with good intentions… someone said.

So remember BismillahiRahmaniRahim, sunshine. Declare your purpose in everything that you say or do in the Name of God the Most Compassionate, Most Merciful. Leave no words or deeds without this accompaniment – a gift of Allah to Rasulullah (sws) and his nation that is priceless beyond measure.

Say it, my friend, believe it, then cross the road without fear.

largewa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way