I talk of His power and oneness,
I write of His mercy and compassion.
I talk and I write like I am cursed,
But I disregard His presence,
For he is here now!
Reading what is written here,
Reading what is in my mind,
Seeing what I hide in the depth of my soul…
Oh my Lord, forgive me!
Abandon me not to my vanity,
Now that my bones
Are growing old, weary and cold…
Oh Notrumi, in your quaint way you think you know Him. But you do not. But verily, as the Creator of the worlds He is well aware of all that dwell within them. Thus He is aware of you, my love…
My awareness of you precedes your awareness of Me.
My understanding of you precedes your understanding of Me.
My love for you precedes your love for Me.
Do not stray from Allah (swt), sunshine. Even in your most pious prayers, even in your most soulful recitations, do not forget Him. For verily man are oft to forget in the most unlikely of occasions, becoming possessed with the perceived knowledge of God, and not possessed by the Lord Himself in His Most Gracious and Most Merciful of His attributes!
This are fine lines drawn in the sand, but my love, it is necessary for He is AllahuHalim, AllahuLatiff (the Lord Most Gentle, the Lord Most Subtle)…
And beyond My Love and Compassion for everything,
Lo, there was a time beyond time when there was only
My Love and My Compassion for the Light of My Beloved,
The Nur of Muhammad that precedes all of Creation.
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way