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A few years back, a student of knowledge gave me this great piece of advice. Thought I’d share because it’s something I reflect on quite often, and for me, it’s a refreshing reminder.
“Sincerity is the key to all good. Focusing the heart on Allah, and realizing that He alone is the source of all the happiness in this life and the next. Sometimes we think that this or that thing will be the “thing” that will bring joy to our hearts, then once we acquire it, the search continues. When will we realize that it is Allah that we are really looking for!?”
“Turn in the circle of your true Existence
Be in harmony with your capacity,
with your created nature
Be in active submission.”
“A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning.”
“Rise. Move around the center
as pilgrims wind the Kaaba.
Being still is how one clay clod
sticks to another in sleep,
while movement wakes us up
and unlocks new blessings.”
“We long to disappear
To enter the moment when
we are no longer turning,
but are being turned”
“The Sama is peace for the souls of
the living.
The one who knows this, possesses
peace in her heart.
The one who wants to be awakened,
is the one who sleeps in the middle
of the garden…..”
“Dancing is not rising to your feet painlessly
like a speck of dust blown around in the wind
Dancing is when you rise above both worlds
tearing your heart to pieces and giving up
your soul.”
“Your dance just took me today
and suddenly I began to whirl.
All the realms spun around me
in endless celebration.
My soul lost its grip,
My body shed its fatigue.
Hearing your hands clap and your
drum beat,
I floated up to the heavens!”
Quotes of poetry by Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Dedicated to my dear Aunty Noor, and sisters Farah & Farhanah x
This slave remains indeed amazed,
While begging for Your mercy too,
Estranged within this world, half-dazed,
Allah, my heart calls out to You.
Some only seek reward it’s true,
This slave seeks you and only You,
It’s idol worship that they do,
Allah, my heart calls out to You.
And paradise I don’t pursue,
Although its beauty’s always true,
I seek its Owner, yes I do,
Allah, my heart calls out to You.
In paradise without Your face,
The houris would be saddened too,
Your face illuminates that place,
Allah, my heart calls out to You.
Allah, this slave does suffer too,
His heart it only grieves for You,
A prey of this wolf he is too,
Allah, my heart calls out to You.
The love of this Your slave is meek,
Yet I complain only to You,
Upon my face I fall, I’m weak,
Allah, my heart calls out to you.
This slave remains indeed amazed,
While begging for Your mercy too,
Estranged within this world, half-dazed,
Allah, my heart calls out to You!
~ By Shaykh Fattaah
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