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…Prince of Hijaz…

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Madinah night of Israa wa miraj 1343b (1)

The caravan leader for us is the Prince of Hijaz,

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By his name our soul acquires peace!

Sallallahu ‘alaa Muhammad Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallim Yaa Nabi Salaam ‘alaika

Yaa Rasul Salaam ‘alaika Yaa Habib Salaam ‘alaika Salawatullah ‘alaika.

Sallallahu ‘alaa Muhammad Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallim Yaa Nabi Salaam ‘alaika

Yaa Rasul Salaam ‘alaika Yaa Habib Salaam ‘alaika Salawatullah ‘alaika.

Sallallahu ‘alaa Muhammad Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallim Yaa Nabi Salaam ‘alaika

Yaa Rasul Salaam ‘alaika Yaa Habib Salaam ‘alaika Salawatullah ‘alaika.

Sallallahu ‘alaa Muhammad Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallim Yaa Nabi Salaam ‘alaika

Yaa Rasul Salaam ‘alaika Yaa Habib Salaam ‘alaika Salawatullah ‘alaika.

Sallallahu ‘alaa Muhammad Sallallahu ‘alaihi wa Sallim Yaa Nabi Salaam ‘alaika

Yaa Rasul Salaam ‘alaika Yaa Habib Salaam ‘alaika Salawatullah ‘alaika.

 

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

…Iqbal sentiments…photos while sitting pondering al Israa’ wal Miraj 1434…

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…the sound of soaring…

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Glory be to the One

who transported

a devotee one night

from the Sacred Mosque

to the Furthest Mosque

whose precincts We blessed

so We might show him

some of Our signs.

For God is the All-Hearing,

the All-Seeing

(17:1)

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the sound of soaring

you can hear it

listen

the roaring pulse rushing through veins

throbbing molecules crashing bouncing

not one created particle not rejoicing in the sound of soaring

 

ever since the Ruby Pen glided over the Pearl Tablet

the humming in the Heavens echoed

anticipating the sound of soaring

the sound of expectation in fluttering feathered wings

preparing the lightning mount

adjusting reins stirrups bridle

to fly through inky liquid

bursting constellations smashing celestial orbs

listen

now

to the sound of soaring

as did pebbles under the palm frond mat

a whispered rustling as the Sent One SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s slumber was aroused

Zamzam swishing in a golden bowl

caressing his heart

far off oceans rumbled mountains heaved animals and insects alert

listening

to the sound of soaring

the air lit up as travellers whirled from the House

over the sacred sanctuary that would offer refuge

to the Prophetic Gathering

the sound of soaring within the folds of ancient cloaks

shoulder to shoulder

murmuring praises as the Praised One, the Worthy of Praise, the Most often Praised the Prophet and Messenger of Light

led the prayer

listen

now

to the sound of soaring

intensifying as the ascent cracks the stillness

of the Seven Heavens opening

deafening the wali

inaudible to those too stubborn to listen

 

be attentive

hear the sound of soaring as the Farthest Limit draws near for Al Mustafa

a bows length

milk wine honey rushing gushing

harken to the music of leaves turning from sapphire to chrysolite

and golden moths flutter over the Salsabil

eavesdrop on the sublime exchange

let the pounding sound of Iman soar

as the gift of prayer wrapped in love embossed with mercy

is bequeathed

to us all

 

take heed

be attentive

relentless in

seeking the sound of soaring

from small bubbling beginnings

to the intensity of explosive acoustics

inside

deep inside

revived by reflecting pondering contemplating

the greatest Ascent

listen deep within

let the sound of soaring transport you to dizzying heights

speed along the sound waves of soaring

now!

 

many more entries…and where our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam began the Night Journey

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?…

…so there was an escape!!! …from the inner prison of this grander prison we all are in…ShukriLlah for the hazy respite into the desert…and to Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi for the timely nudge…which was taken literally…even though the metaphorical option is always there…wonder why we do not see…nay…do not BELIEVE  the door is always wide open?

…the intention was to ramble on about the timelessness of the desert…even though this particular place is rapidly transforming into a chaotic tent city…shanty places side by side occupying what was a few years ago vast open space…

…the intention was to ramble on about the wondrous camel…and to explain how Saudi nationals acquisition land…to chat about the majestic mountains…but while diving into Rumi gems all intentions seemed hollow…

Be empty of worrying.

Think of who created thought!

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.

You wander from room to room

Hunting for the diamond necklace

That is already around your neck!

Knock, And He’ll open the door

Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun

Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens

Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

And you?

When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Why do you stay in prison

When the door is so wide open?

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

…a previous visit to this area…

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…Muharram 1434…

Resplendent beneath flaming skies

a pastiche of swirls and spirals

Your brushstrokes of vibrancy and hope

paint the most neglectful soul

Swirls and spirals surround your abode,

 as swirls of salutations spiral from around the globe

chants from hearts passionately drunk with your pristine light

an eminence no barriers can conceal.

A fragrance impossible to suppress

as multitudinous angel wings

sprinkle the earth and heavens

with impregnated dust

more precious than the entire creation

gathered from their never ceasing visits.

Ya Rabb! Caress the Taj of mankind, crowned by the qubba green.

Ya Rabb! Bless the flag bearer of righteousness whose name You inscribed on Your Arsh.

Ya Rabb! Shower Your favours on Your treasure whose name accompanies Yours in Salat, in the Adhan, in the Kalimah.

Ya Rabb! Bestow Your choicest praises on the one You have honoured in Your Sacred Speech,

Ya Rabb! Adorn Your Beloved, the first to ever be blessed by Your first ever blessing.

Ya Rabb! Raise Your Habib to a station far beyond the leaves of the tress in Your Garden that bear his name.

Ya Rabb! Glorify Your messenger, the spirit of justice, the bringer of peace, wisdom and truth, the paragon of all virtues.

Ya Rabb! As a Muharram gift unlock the shackles that hinder our closeness to Your shining star.

Our Lord! We believe in what You have Revealed and we follow the Messenger, so write us down among those who bear witness.  (3:53)

Ya Rabb! Etch the name of Your illustrious one in our hearts just as he has Your name embellished on his.

Ya Rabb! Bless us with an intimate nearness.

Bless Bless Bless this new year

 By painting hearts with fiery flames of infatuation

Ameen, Ameen, Ameen.

Allahumma Salli ‘alaa Sayyidina wa Maulana Muhammadin ‘adada maa fee ‘ilmillahi Salaatan daa’imatan bi dawaami mulk illah. 

JazaLlahu anna Sayyidina Muhammadun salaAllahu alayhi wasalama maa huwa ahluhu.

 MUHARRAM 1434 MUBARAK!

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

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…see the edited ‘mega plans’ post for updates…

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…scribed and clicked…

When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.

 Praise God for those two insomnias!

And the difference between them.

Everyone has someone, a friend to love,

And work, and skill to do it. All I have

Is a fantasy lover who hides

For safety in the dark of my heart’s cave.

God forbid I’d compare the moon to your face

Or the tall cypress to your stature and grace.

Where in the moon are ruby sweet lips to be found?

What cypress sways with the luminous grace of your ways?

You could string a hundred endless days together,

My soul would find no comfort from this pain.

You laugh at my tale? You may be educated

But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane.

If you don’t heed my call and answer me

With joy, with the wine of your words, who will?

Shepherd of the world, refuge of the soul,

If you don’t keep us from the wolf, who will?

The nightingale comes to the garden, no more the crow.

Light of my eyes, to the garden with you I will go.

Like lilies, like roses, we’ll open out in blossom,

And we, like water running through gardens, will flow.

If I was not so pitifully in love

I wouldn’t then be standing at your door.

Don’t say, “Go away, don’t stand at my door!”

I wouldn’t exist, my dear, if I didn’t stand here.

The heart in me lives for the pain you cause.

The world is foreign, only pain’s a friend,

Who does this heart a favor just to come

Into a heart too wrung to offer room.

The harvest of my pain was its own peace and remedy.

As low as I had sunk, I rose, faith restored from blasphemy.

Body, heart, and soul obscured the path, until

Body melted into heart, heart in soul, and soul in love itself.

JUMA’AH MUBARAK!

…and JazakumuLlah khairas to the children who captured the photos and to the wondrous Maulana Jalauddin Rumi RahmatuLlahi alaihi for his soul felt imagery through words…

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…Israa’ wa Miraaj 1433…

 

…the voice of Paradise said:

O my Lord, bring me what you have promised me!

Too abundant are my rooms, my gold-laced garments,

continued here Israa’ wa Miraaj 1432

…Our Beloved Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s spiritual opening began here from the house of Umm Hani’

Israa’ was Miraaj 1431, including links back to 1427.

 

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…almiskeenah, the humble, is almiskeenah the ‘not so chirpy’ these days…and when one does not feel so well, coping with a woeful internet connection really pushes the patience buttons even more, not to mention the heat, Alhumdulillah…please accept my apologies and absences…Insha’Allah your Du’a would be greatly appreciated…

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.

…a symphony…

Maghrib Symphony in Taqwa Major!

Cymbals crash,

a thundery pulse booms from the percussion instruments

orchestrated to accompany the falling sins as thousands wash, wipe, gargle and snuff

in preparation for meeting the One and Only to Whom we lower our lowly heads.

the strings hit notes of sublime majesty, coalescing with the celestial sounds of Angels’ wings

as they caress the Green Dome, dispatching Salam in numbers matching ocean bubbles,

to glide away with multifarious replies glittering as a concoction

of every shimmering dewdrop created, with the sparkle and twinkle

of the mass sum of constellations and the Milky Way.

thus is the lure of the Maghrib Symphony, played in Taqwa Major!

the lyrical grace notes suddenly slide into drums beating a marching, striding purposeful rhythm, mesmerizing and mobilizing feet of the devout.

wrinkled feet, white, black, brown feet. old, bare, painted, and stocking feet,

feet propelled;  dusty feet, cracked  feet, soft baby feet.

a maelstrom of patter, running, sauntering, shuffling magnetized momentum,

cymbals, timpani and tubular bells synchronize in surround sound.

the most blessed of earth records the identity of every present soul, witnessing.

every tiny pebble, every mote of dust, stretches of shiny marble, worn reflective concrete mirrors,

witnessing intentions of the reflective mirror of hearts protected in cages of ribs

as they beat on cue to an expected crescendo.

souls dance in anticipation of the ultimate bow of humility,

the bow to the unfurling of all veils

accompanied by a human chorus exalting …submitting.

a massed praising; a choral refrain of hushed mumbled glorifications

interspersed with delicate clicks of wood, stone, seeds and plastic.

the climax is imminent as sunlight weaves into twilight

sun slipping off stage behind a dusk curtain.

The Conductors baton is raised,

the giant tuning forks vibrate

the Universe vibrates……..

ALLAAHU AKBAR   A -L -L –A-A–H- U    A -K –B- A- R     A -L -L –A-A –H- U    A -K –B- A- R.

as-salatu wa salamu alaika Ya Sayyidy Ya Rasulullah

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…YA RABB…Please answer all of the Du’as almiskeenah is making for all the very needy requests that have come her way these days….YA RABB PLEASE answer them favourably for all the ones asking and firmly plant Sakeenah in all hearts and lives. And for whatever outcomes You deem the best, through Your Wisdom, to be embraced with loving grace and submission …Ameen

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…photos taken yesterday after Asr…words from a post way back when

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.