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THE MAP OF THE HUMAN HEART – Naqsh

ffsfsThe Map to the Heart
I found the map to my heart
In the path of tears
Shed by my mother,

I found the map to my heart
In the dawn route from
My home to my mosque,
…………

Life is like that. We think we know who we are. We think we know the working and intricacies of our heart. After all, it is our own heart. But the hair on our body is ours too, yet does anybody know how many strands of hair cover our body? Even this basic information, we normally do not know. To understand your heart, you need first to find your way there.

wallpaper-2997540It is important to realise our own ignorance and meagre knowledge, for Allah (swt) is ever so generous and guiding to those sincere in their humble state as His helpless servants. For the prideful, Allah desires to give also, but they are so consumed by hubris that they cannot distinguish between divine inspiration and the trickery of their own ego. A divinely published map and a dedication bordering on bloody-mindedness to get to your destination is an irreplaceable tool to overcome the roadside distractions and temptations you will encounter in your journey. Otherwise, it’s curtains, sunshine.

But let us assume for our story that by the Grace of God, you succeed and find yourself there, in your own heart. What is there?

The Map of the Heart
And when I finally arrived,
In my heart I saw a map;
It was full of avenues, shortcuts,
scenic routes, highways, trails and bridges,
Engraved like a secret across
The plains of my heart…

A world waiting to be explored,
A heart waiting to be filled
With remembrance of

Ahad… Ahmad… Ahad… Ahmad…
…………..

May we find solace in the remembrance of God Almighty, with, through and by the blessed guidance of the Prophet of God, Sayyidina Muhammad (saws). This ought not to be a foreign thing to us, it ought to be the most natural thing for us to do, just like breathing. Don’t you agree? Of course you do, my love.

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Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

TASBIH # 1 – children, remembrance and other lessons of love

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Last night I could not sleep,
So remembrance came to me
And I stroke the prayer beads
Named Mikhail.
……

Many years ago, perhaps about a decade, I recall lying in bed beside my sleeping son. Restless and sleepless, I gazed upon his visage and muttered the little I know of dzikrullah (remembrance of God by His Beautiful Names and Attributes) as well as reciting salawat (greetings of peace and prayers of blessings for the Prophet Muhammad s.aw.s. and His Family and Companions).

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Oops. Did I wake you up, honey?

I felt I was not adding anything new nor doing anything particularly special or original. Just another random parent with his child, enchanted by a love passionate and visceral, in awe of the beauty predisposed upon his offspring and wondering as to its source, Allah (s.w.t.) the Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

For in the late hours of the night while our children sleep, the veil between this world and the Divine appears to be lifted a little, transforming our little son or daughter into a magical lamp – through which a little of His Light shines through, mesmerising us in the warm illumination of His Divine Love for His Creation.

2012-11-24_tr_GunesDivine love is the secret sustenance that gives us the ability to face the challenges of this life with hope. It is the reward that enables us to wear the scars of our ego-battles with honour – so long as we remember we are only the servant and not the master of Divine Love. And as weak servants we are constantly craving for such Love, emanating from our beloved family and kin, our friends and teachers, even from complete strangers and foes. We say this because in our experience we have found that things are often not what they appear to be, and that the lessons of love come in many guises!

Don’t you agree, sunshine?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

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My dad and me, on the Rhine.

FOR AS LONG AS FOREVER LASTS… he is the go-to guy for us

20150804123718_resizedFor As Long As Forever Lasts
When we speak his name,
A rose blooms in our hearts,
When we hear his name,
A rose blooms in our hearts,
When we hear people talking about him,
A rose will blooms in our hearts,
If we remember him after a period of forgetfulness,
A rose will bloom in our hearts,
When we talk about him,
Though his name is not mentioned,
Even then, a rose blooms in our hearts,
And each rose that blooms never withers,
Filling our heart with a garden of roses,
Whose beauty and perfume lasts forever,
For as long as forever lasts.
…………..

GO-TO GUY. He is the go-to guy for us. We, the stumbling sinful wretch, looking for a shade from the burning sun, looking for a little mercy to quench our burning thirst, he, Nabi Muhammad Habibullah (saws), he is the go-to guy for us.

GO-TO-GOD GUY. And especially to God, he is the go-to-God guy for us, we the poor sinner, without a single good coin in our purse. Beggarly beggars, certainly we are. But we are begging to be in the presence of the Anointed Mercy to all the Worlds, He who is most favoured in Allah Almighty’s vision. And in this habit, we (thankfully!) share (at least one!) habit of the good, the patient and the virtuous. So I am not good, alas, but a mere facsimile of good. And that is as best as I can aim for, sunshine, truth be told!

cat stevenPEACE TRAIN. We are going with him, sunshine. You and I. Riding on that peace train (as Yusuf Islam aka Cat Stevens once wrote). And even if we don’t have a ticket, we can still hide under the seat. Or above on the roof of the carriages, it doesn’t matter at all how. The only important thing is that come hell or high water, Messrs Notrumi and Friends are gonna be on that train, like the hobos and facsimiles we truly are…

…Borne upon a praise, a song, or a prayer
Resonating in a choir or a secret whisper…

Godwilling, Godloving, Godbeing…

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way