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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

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

STILL, VERY MUCH…

nonStill, Very Much
Thank you my love,
Coming to me in my dream,
Thank you my love,
Soothing my aching wound,
Calling me beautiful
When my actions are ugly,
Calling me trustworthy
When I am the promise breaker,
Calling me a friend, a saviour, a lover
When all the world has denounced me.

Thank you, my love
For coming into my dream
And waking me from the nightmare
Of my own making.

Telling me that I am like no other,
Saying to me, that to you
I am still, very much
Special.
…………

This is a love poem. Such things come spiralling like words fluttering in the wind of your conscience, yearning for God, yearning for home, calling for those truths that once pervade your life like popsicles, bicycles and sun rays caught in a late autumn drizzle. Perhaps it is time to rewind, to unwind the coils of our own self destruction, and to find the real you and me that has always been there, waiting patiently.rain-girl

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

MANKIND THE NUANCED, THE HIDDEN … a reminder

Slide3Misunderstandings
How will you understand my words
When my silence is incomprehensible to you?
How will you navigate my infinite oceans
When my sea is only a rumour to you?
………….

Unity of Man. If you look at the petty arguments on Facebook, you will find that when you dig a little deeper into the debate, you will find that the two adversaries are not opposites in fitrah (essence). After all, we are made of the same elements, red blood courses through our veins, whatever our skin tone or religion.

befriend yourself 2Contextual. The argument normally arises, because although we may be talking about the same thing, you may have a different audience in mind, while I have my own. Also, you are brought up in different climes compared to my cultural and social norms. Add to that the prejudices and biases we pick up along our way from purity of childhood to the cynical hardness of adulthood and I think you will see where and why we end up  arguing and spitting vitriol at each other, to the aghast of the Angels that observe us (from afar).

Nothing is Random. You are such a complex entity, my love. Perhaps you may not think so, yourself, being the humble man / woman that I know you are. But each of your action or omission, every word, gesture or thought does not occur at random. Indeed, in the spiritual world, randomness does not exist because nothing happens in a vacuum. Every breath you take, every step of an ant, every splitting of a single-cell organism, every supernova of a dying star somewhere in the night sky occurs within the completeness of Allah Almighty’s plan. It is random to us simply because of our very finite level of knowledge.

Camera 360Nuanced Beings. Err… I appear to have been distracted. Ahem. Now where was I? Oh yes, this is a reminder to myself – To not be so quick to judge and anger. To be much more tolerant and mild to the subtle nuances of my fellow human beings. For we are undoubtedly highly nuanced creatures. Allah (swt) made us so, and created us thus so well that even His Angels grew concerned that they asked their Lord why He created such ill-tempered beings who will spread corruption and destruction on earth. We know Allah Almighty’s answer… He replied to His celestial hosts, “I know what ye know not.” (Al-Quran 2:30)

So who are we to say with certainty what we know? When even the Arch angels themselves could not decipher the great riddle that is Allah’s creation known as Man. The answer to His puzzle, as always, is with the Maker of the Puzzle, a.k.a our Creator, Allah (swt). And the best one to guide us to Allah (swt) and His answer is none other than our beloved Arch Intercessor Sayyidina Muhammad (saws). He he he. Don’t you agree, sunshine?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

THE QUIET ONE WITH SECRETS TO HIDE

srinagar-mosque-prayer-527134-swYou, ya Allah, You!
Who is the faithless one,
Hiding among the faithful?
Me ya Allah, me!
Who is the sinful one,
Standing with the pious,
Me ya Allah, me!
Who is guarding the veil
Between your faithlessness and society?
Between your sins and the congregation?
You ya Allah, You!
Were it not for You
Would I not be chased out
Of all good company?

Lo where would I then be?
………..

Slide6My wandering feet sometimes lead me to the most unlikely of places, even into the lines of the faithful behind the Imam in prayers. In my fevered thoughts I sometimes wonder, “If only they knew my antecedents and continuing sins, would they even allow me to stray into the house of God?”

But as I look into the faces of the jemaah (congregation) in my mosque, I see mostly a serene calm. It is  an elderly group, with a median age of probably 60. Many are pensioners and former civil servants. After prayers they would read the holy Quran, on their own, or attend a small circle of tafsir Quran, led by a gentle man called Ustaz Ghazali who had lived for many years in Saudi Arabia. There is a gentle brotherly atmosphere that I find most enchanting. So, however undeserving, you will often find me among their midst, a shy quiet one with secrets to hide.

But perhaps even if they knew they would, in their kindness, let me stay. Perhaps they would see in me, at a relatively young age of 45, a fellow traveler, a Saliqa (seeker) at the Door of Mercy, seeking the forgiveness, the kindness and the love of Allah ar-Rahman (Most Compassionate) ar Rahim (Most Merciful).

So what else is there to do, my love? I sigh my gratitude to Allah (swt) and His Beloved Muhammad (saws), I close my eyes and the uncreated words of God spill from my lips.

I am happy. Undeservedly happy.

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

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

Ramadhan with Kuntum the Pet Baby Elephant

Kuntum3Mr. Ali, thinks himself highly analytical and perceptive, often getting riled and bothered reading the postings, comments and replies on Facebook – especially when he comes across the self-appointed social commentators, moralizing guardians of right and wrong and other assorted do-gooders. In his indignation however, he often comes close to mimicking those whom he disapproves of. Fortunately, dear Kuntum, like most baby elephants, is always there to remind Mr. Ali that however self aware he may be, there is always another level for him to aspire to.

I think Mr. Ali is lucky to have a pet baby elephant like Kuntum.

Don’t you agree, sunshine?

He he he.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way