Inside this new love,
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.
Rumi RahmatuLlah alaihi
…photos from a little saunter within a short radius of less than a kilometre from home this afternoon…searching for beetroot…the taste of which has been haunting me for weeks…but it was no where to be found…Alhumdulillah a bag of withered looking specimens were found in an very obscure little fruit and veggie shop…just past the second photo of the closed shop with the bread sitting outside for any one to take…there is a regular band of very poor people who walk the back streets collecting old bread…at times the scenes in the older parts of our City of Radiance can be very depressing…rubbish flung all over the place…mangy mutilated cats…cruel kids who delight in torturing them…as if their life is not miserable enough…dilapidated buildings that are home for many…crass graffiti sprayed everywhere…roads full of pot holes and sunken manholes…abandoned car wrecks…drivers who seem totally oblivious to pedestrians…and crabby shop keepers…a chaotic jumble of falling down structures disguised with gaudy decoration and excessive bright lights…on and on…the desire is to post more photos …as life here is rich and unique…Allah Ta’ala has brought such a diverse spectrum of individuals to be close neighbours to our Beloved Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…SubhanAllah…but there is still suspicion within these older areas…maybe because so many are illegal and they feel threatened and fear exposure…understandably…also it is so not at all common for a covered woman to be snapping away…not in these humble places…
…so reading these echoic lines of Rumi brings a change of perspective…jolting that which can depress…the speechless full moon comes out now…gliding above the glum used tea bag brown streetscape…it is non judgemental…constant…obedient…
walk out like someone suddenly born into color…
and be quiet…
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.