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My father, my son and the true constant of change

artflow_201610032223_resized_1CONFUSING TIMES A’COMING. My son Mikhail is going to be thirteen in January 2017, and I wait for that day with a certain amount of trepidation – worried about how he will change, as he certainly will, becoming a teenager with the hormonal angst and chemical overdrive making him sprout up by a couple of inches, body hair growing in the most inconvenient of places and his voice evolving into a deep growly bass. A daunting prospect for my son? Positively terrifying for his father.

MY DAD WOULD AGREE. There is no doubt that growing up can be a highly confusing period in one’s life. But I do think it is too easy for us to imagine that this period of physical, mental and spiritual confusion abates when we enter our twenties. No such luck, sunshine. I myself am comfortably in my forties, and I can assure you that change occurs to me every challenging day, sometimes smoothly, but mostly, changes comes with doubt, uncertainties and unexpected complexities, no matter how well rehearsed I may be to meet them. I bet if I asked my father of 82 summers, undoubtedly he would nod his agreement, having to pass through the crucible of two significant deaths, that of my mother and my elder brother…

DIVINE LOVE. You know what? I just realise that 70 years separate my son and my father. And I guess I am the bridge between them, but Lord forgive me that I do not think I am doing such a great job bridging the gap. May Allah (swt) bring us closer together, under the guidance of Nabi Muhammad Sayyidina Harisun Alaykum (sws), the Last Messenger of God and the One Who is (Constantly) Watchful Over Us. This is my only hope, truth be told. For I am informed by sound sources that Divine Love crosses infinities… so what is a paltry 70 summers?

mountains-landscapes-fields-california-meadows-blue-flowers-wildflowers-2400x1350-wallpaperWe are always endeavouring thus, in our piecemeal and stumbling ways to try and be worthy of the Love of Allah and His Habibullah (sws) and to connect to the Divine Presence. It is never enough, my love. So please keep us in your prayers.

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