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جن و بشر میں دیکہ رہا ہے تو تنہائی میری
جانتا ہے تو ائے خدا بس توہی خوائش میری

Amongst jinn and men You see my isolation
You are well aware, O God, all I desire is You.
— 

Sraliz

Jinn o bashar mein dekh raha hai tu tanhai meri
Jaanta hai tu, aye Khuda, bas tu hi khowaaish meri

Misinterpreted Rumi

What is entirely offensive to the essence of Rumi’s work, and on a broader frame of reference, to the reality of Sufism are the misconceptions regarding Rumi’s work. Though without the participation of the West, Sufism as an academic discipline would have been incomplete unaccompanied by the translations of Rumi’s oeuvre, the publicity to his work has had a rather negative impact also. Most quoters of Rumi tend to attribute his pure words to worldly affections, to their significant others, friends or practically everything and everyone else aside from whom the words were initially written. The thirteenth century mystic must turn in his grave at the foul attributions made to his pieces of Divine Love. How many beats must his bosoms ticker skip when a friend devotes his words written for Love/God/Shams to another friend? 

“That which haunts you will always find a way out. The wound will not heal until given witness”

In the absence of appropriate knowledge about Rumi, one may distort the essence of the “witnessing of the wound” as though it is necessary to “share” ones wound- whereas one of the of basis or perhaps even prerequisites for the Sufi Path is not to share ones afflictions or chronicles of the stride towards the peak for the fear of maligning the purity of the intimacy. Sharing is only permissible with ones guide, or murshid and none else- since ones murshid is a polished, transparent window through which the murid sees The Truth, al-Haqq, essentially this means that “witnessing” must be by the murshid or by one self (because He resides in each breast and if we become nothing, fana - annihilate the self, we are nothing but He). 

Yet in another instance: “The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.“

The less fortunate who are ignorant of this Love, adulterate the virginity of Rumi’s words by the way of dedicating this piece to ones significant other, or a relationship which they may perhaps embryonically refer to as love! Though laughable, the solemness of the situation is not realized by most. 

Authored by: Ghaziya Ghulam-Nunvi

To all who say they believe in God, please realize with your faith that God hears every word you say. God hears your every thought. Realizing this, speak only what is truth and act only with God’s qualities of love, compassion, justice, patience, and the realization that each life is as important as your own. This is the true message within the Qur'an. The Qur'an does not cause divisions among God’s children. It exists to bring about brotherhood and unity. The Qur'an soothes those who weep in sorrow and gives comfort to those who suffer. To those who may be poor, it explains the bounteous wealth of God. It inspires faith in those who may have not believed in God and helps them reach a state of reverence for God.

Do not wave the words of the Qur'an as though they were a banner you were going to carry into battle. Do not say, “The Qur'an says this and the Qur'an says that,” without truly understanding the inner wisdom of God’s qualities within your own life. If one has faith certitude and determination, he will see the seed of that purity that is Islam within everything. He will see the power of Allah in every creation.

—  Bawa Muhaiyaddeen
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Amjad Sabri, an esteemed Pakistani qawali singer has been shot and killed by the Taliban in Karachi on Wednesday, 22nd June. He used to sing Sufi songs. Sufism is described as a “mystical Islamic belief and practice in which Muslims seek to find the truth of divine love and knowledge through direct personal experience of God”. It’s about peace and love and harmony. And he was just brutally murdered by terrorists. The world should know.

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Rumi’s love for the Divine, his all encompassing celestial intimacy poured through the passages of his words. He was a mystic of Islam.
Rumi’s natal Sun is in Libra. Where the Sun falls, it calls for another being to materialize wholeness. Some believe Rumi’s natal Moon also fell under Libra
Rumi’s life was a Libra love story, written straight from the heaven manuscript

Image: Meluseena on Etsy

He breathes into my ear until my soul takes on His fragrance. He is the soul of my soul
— 

Rumi

Rumi’s love for the Divine, his all encompassing celestial intimacy poured through the passages of his words. He was a mystic of Islam.
Rumi’s natal Sun is in Libra. Where the Sun falls, it calls for another being to materialize wholeness. Some believe Rumi’s natal Moon also fell under Libra
Rumi’s life was a Libra love story, written straight from the heaven manuscript

I am your Lover,
Come to my side,
I will open the gate to your Love.
Come settle with me,
Let us be neighbors in the Stars.
You have been hiding so long,
Endlessly drifting in the Sea of my Love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the norm, in the un-manifest.
I am Life itself.
You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the Ocean and it’s turbulent flood.
Come merge with me.
Leave this world of ignorance
Be with me,
I will open the gate to your Love
—  Rumi, excerpt “Desire”
Habibi: graphic novel is blends Islamic legend, science fiction dystopia, love and loss

Craig Thompson’s new graphic novel Habibi is an enormous and genre-busting graphic novel that blends Islamic mysticism, slave/liberation narratives and post-apocalyptic science fiction, creating a story that is erotic, grotesque, and profoundly moving.

Habibi is set in an atemporal Middle Eastern country that seems at times to be caught in classical times, but whose landscape is dotted with derelict jeeps, poisoned water awash in rotting consumer goods and other elements from out of time. Dodola, a child bride, is captured by slavers who murder her older husband, a scribe who had reared her on the stories, sutras and legends he was paid to calligraph. On the run, she rescues a younger slave boy, Zam, and the two become refugees together. They find a new home in the desert, a strangely out of place wrecked ship amid the sands, which they make into a snug home. Dodola raises Zam as her son, and to feed them both, she must prostitute herself to the caravans that pass by their hiding place.

When violence comes again – when Dodala is enslaved to a capricious sultan’s harem – Zam is on his own, and is also soon in trouble. The story veers into Scheherazade territory as Dodola tries to charm the sultan into releasing her, but with the dark threat that usually lurks in the background in Scheherazade brought to the foreground. Zam is battered by life and circumstance, mutilated and enslaved, and still the two pine for each other.

Habibi is told in a dreamlike, non-linear, dense style, with asides for swirling Islamic legends, the theory and practice of magic squares, the hidden meanings in Arabic calligraphy, jumping from time to time and place to place, giving the book a deep, mythic resonance. The tale is epic and often horrific, but so well told that it grips you right through it’s 670-odd pages.

I don’t think I’ve ever read a book quite like this, and I expect I’ll be thinking about it for a long, long time.

Habibi

All night, a man called “Allah” until his lips were bleeding.
Then the devil said, “Hey! Mr Gullible! How come you’ve been calling all night and never once heard Allah say, ‘Here I am?’ You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what? I’ll tell you what, Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned. Depressed, he threw himself on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked, “Why are you regretting praising Allah?”

The man said, “I called and called,
But Allah never replied, ‘Here I am’”
Abraham explained, “Allah has said,
'Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of 'Allah’
waits a thousand replies of 'Here I am’”.

— 

Mevlana Jalaluddin Muhammad al-Balkhi, Rumi

The beauty lies therein, that His answer is ready before your question. His “Here I am” is said before your “Ya Allah!”; essentially, He has remedied your pains before your screams, He has replied before you addressed Him–no greater Love can exist, other than the Love Himself. SubhanAllah! 

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