Archive for August, 2007

Tears of the Soul

The soul is a dynamic entity that many people do not understand. We barely know our own selves, let alone enough to contemplate what the soul is.

Have you ever woken up in the morning and just wanted to cry because you were so overwhelmed? Not overwhelmed in the negative sense, quite the contrary. Allah has blessed you with so many blessings, most of them uncounted for. You are free of need, and sometimes even want. Our brains adapt to our surroundings and we start to take things for granted. The soul, however, never forgets and is always grateful because it holds fast to the fitra (primordial state).

I remember once at a gathering, a scholar told us that if you ever feel like crying in instances like this, then go ahead and cry. Tears are a sign of mercy and soften the heart. I’d like to add that they can remind us of what we should be grateful and our ignorance of what do not know what to be grateful for.

Anony Sufi

The Hadra

Our shaykh says that the hadra is for polishing the heart.

Allaha Allah Allaha…

Everyone in unison bowing. You need not look, but only feel.

Allaha Allah Allah…

Sometimes I have a hard time trying to focus on Allah. Think of Allah, think of Allah. Do not be distracted. Concentrate.

I took the advice of someone I know; paint a picture.

The Beloved                                                       My Shaykh

Allah

Ka’aba                                                            Prostration

Ma’rifa Fana’ Baqa’

Those who came before. Those present around me. Those yet to come.

TaHarqiiqqaa

Allaha Allah Allaha….

My eyes started to swell with tears.

Allaha Allah Allaha…

I thought of a dream I once had a few years ago of the Prophet (peace be upon him). I was in a quiet room and on the opposite side there he was with two men speaking to him. He was not paying attention to them, but looking at me with a straight face.

Allaha Allah Allah…

Before a trip to ‘umrah, I dreamed of my group circumbulating the Ka’ba and I saw the Prophet towering over us, but he was covered in a white cloak so I could not see him.

Allah Allah Allah…

My soul was fighting to escape my body. The tears were fighting to leave my eyes.

My hands started to tingle and the sensation started to go up my arms.

I juxtaposed the dreams and finally understood.

What the Sufis mean by Veils. The Veils between the Seeker and the One being sought.

ALLAH

Anony Sufi