Category Archives: O Majestic Moon

…the speechless full moon comes out now…

Inside this new love,

die.

Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.

Take an axe to the prison wall.

Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.

Do it now.
You’re covered with a thick cloud.

Slide out the side.
Die,
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…

so…

escape

walk out like someone suddenly born into color…

Die,
and be quiet…

yes…

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.

…waning gibbous…

…a topaz jewel illuminated the skies when this Dhul Qa’dah moon was full…and now it is a slightly wry silver platter suspended over Madinatun Nabi…

…as it shines down a multitude of lights shimmer and reflect…

…as pilgrims seem to float on a pearly lake…

…as if buoyant in entranced euphoric masses…

…allured to the paragon of beauty…the light of guidance that outshines and dims all other lights…the pinnacle of Messengers SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…

…every heart secluded in every unique raiment seeks to be quenched with the sublimest of love and the of deepest of compassion…

…in awe of being so close to the treasure of mankind SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…

…offerings of tireless praise never cease as wave upon wave of seekers are transfixed in his SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s light…

…some would happily breath their last here…as others weep tears that mingle joy…elation…gratitude…shortcomings…repentance…

…by the grace of the Lord of the Throne, may intercession be granted to all…and all that eludes an intimacy with the Prince of this Dome be dissolved…

…under this waning gabbous moon a variety of vehicles scuttle and criss cross the mirrored marble…puncturing the calm with a scramble of sounds and differnt purposes…

…an expansive ‘fleet’ of carts provide a free service all around the courtyard…

…even at midnight the depot is busy…

…with drivers, as if on a dodgem car circuit, whisk pilgrims to and fro…

…but all is eerily quiet along the abandoned souk…

…and as the sky is lit by the splendour of the majestic waning moon…in truth, it is the shine from your presence SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, the greatest gift to mankind, that sets the Universe ablaze…

…may the purest of endless blessings never cease upon our Liegelord, Al-Mustafa SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and his family and companions RadhiAllahu anhum…

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.

…sow…irrigate…harvest…

…may the soil of the heart be tilled and prepared for sowing the seeds to be reaped in abundance in Ramadhan, Insha’Allah…may extra time be spent eradicating the heart of hard clumps of clay that prohibit gaining an intimate nearness to Allah Ta’ala…may excessive Dhikr throughout this month of planting produce a fertile loam that Insha’Allah nourishes a flourishing crop that wins favours of blessings, forgiveness, tranquility and a sweet inner peace that boosts Iman, Ameen Ameen Ameen.

O Majestic Moon

Shyly appearing in your silvery sequined Rajabi shawl.

Lingering in a sky silent to our earthly ears,

but resplendent in the symphony of orbs and Angels.

Constant in your numinous incantations of the Sovereign Lord.

SubhanAllah SubhanAllah SubhanAllah.

O Chanting Moon

Divulge the secret of this

Enduring glorification.

A misty gossamer veil

Conceals your delight of announcing this

Month of Almighty Allah.

The void is splintered

into a myriad of tiny sparks of light

by the clink of a key you drop

on mirror marble

of my heart.

Inviting.

Enticing me to unlock the accumulated sediment.

Repent, atone

prepare.

O Felicitous Moon,

By His permission

you exude the fragrance of Heaven.

An intoxicating mix of Sidr and Musk,

Seeping earthward.

Mingling with the perfumed pearls ascending from Al Habib Al Mustafa

SallAllahu alaihi wasallam

as his melodious response to your heralding this blessed month

is carried on a scented zephyr

to The Throne of Divinity.

“O Allah, bestow Your grace upon us in Rajab and Sha’ban, and allow us

to live into Ramadhan.”

O Dignified Moon,

Your delicate wispy crescent,

emitting a shimmering aura of

PEACE, HOPE, STABILITY,

beholds the expectation of pilgrims

amassing around the slender minarets.

Sentinels extending skyward,

as do the outstretched hands,

Cupped,

waiting

to catch

Allah’s unlimited bounties.

Ameen, Ameen, Ameen,

To every prayer recited every second every where.

Ameen, Ameen, Ameen.

O Compassionate Moon,

As I glance at you

wiping your countenance

with a passing cloud,

A splash of tear falls on my cheek.

Falling falling falling

From your sobbing

as a shooting star.

Mingling with the copious weeping

Of the bereft Ummah.

May our lamenting

Be answered

Cultivating golden bursts of

Unity.

O Virtuous Moon,

A suspended ship

Sailing the vast oceans of the sky,

smuggling our awe and wonder.

While captives in your graceful embrace

we ponder the Greatness of Our Creator.

Release your clasp as

I am ready to forsake my all.

Surrendering

To the Owner of your Rajab cycle.

From a previous post, which includes links within links that expound the virtues and many recommended practices for this Mubarak month.

JUMA’AH MUBARAK! and RAJAB MUBARAK!

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.

…supermoon…

Jaber bin Sumrah RadhiAllahu anhu said: “I saw Prophet Muhammad SallAllahu alaihi wasallam on a full-moon night.  His face was radiating with light, I looked at him and looked at the moon repeatedly. His face was brighter than the full moon”

The Light of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam by Dr. Mostafa al-Badawi

‘Supermoon’articles 1.2.3

Photos before and after Maghrib today.

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.

…reunited…

O Majestic Moon

your Safar birth witnessed

while being honoured in the City of Honouring

your hide and seek play

along the return journey

to be reunited

with the most cherished

Habib

SallAllahu alaihi wasallam

beguiling.

hushed secret prayers

weave dances of serenity

as you sail

a silver ship upon a luscious canvas

around soaring minarets

sounds vibrate and mingle

with embroidered

sequins of gratitude

glistening

upon seeking hearts

bound as one

under your mesmerizing glide

towards

the miraculous month of the miraculous birth

of the one that illumines

the darkest recesses

Ya Rabb bestow grace and blessings on Your treasure from Your Creation

to the extent of every moon beam from the beginning of time till the end of time,

Ya Rabb bless our Noble Nabi to the extent of every waxing moon and every waning moon You have ever willed,

Ya Rabb reward our master Muhammad with favours greater than the total distance the moon travels from its first orbit to its last orbit,

Ya Rabb grant abundant peace to the Mercy of the Worlds matching the volume of the gravitational pull of the tides,

Ya Rabb sanctify our Liegelord as many times as every human and every creature has ever gazed upon Your Majestic Moon.

Ya Rabb bless the intercessor of all creation

SallAllahu alaihi wasallam

AMEEN AMEEN AMEEN

~*~

Insha’Allah, so much to be shared from the past visit in subsequent posts. Gratitude for being reunited took precedence.

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.

…moon…valleys…then…now…

…the majestic moon last evening just after Maghrib…a theatrical effect gliding above the architectural splendour of Masjid Nabawi. Floating above our Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, whose presence glows in hearts brighter than the full moon along with all the qualities bestowed upon him as the Mercy to the Worlds, SubhanAllah!

But this post is not so much about the moon, but about Madian valleys.

Bathan Valley flowed to the west of Masjid Nabawi all those centuries ago, and still lies beneath all that has been constructed upon it ever since. However the imagination tries to conjure what the scene may have been like each year when the 12th of Rabial Thani moon hovered over these blessed valleys during the decade of our Beloved Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasalla’s time in Madinah. Meandering through date palms, by mud houses, grazing flocks, sauntering camels, flitting singing birds, as water rippled after rains of mercy. Or as a dry sandy track where creatures scuttled, children played, wood was gathered, crops tendered, all to the ceaseless melodious sound of the Qur’an filling the skies and hearts.

This is the valley that is referred to by our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam in various Ahadith.

From Sahih Bukhari it is narrated by ‘Aishah RadhiAllahu anha:
When Allah’s Apostle SallAllahu alaihi wasallam reached Medina, Abu Bakr and Bilal RadhiAllahu anhuma became ill. When Abu Bakr’s fever got worse, he would recite this poetic verse: “Everybody is staying alive with his people, yet death is nearer to him than His shoe laces.” And Bilal, when his fever deserted him, would recite: “Would that I could stay overnight in a valley wherein I would be surrounded by Idhkhir and Jalil (sweet smelling herbs). Would that one day I could drink the water of the Majanna, and would that the two mountains Shama and Tafil would appear to me!” The Prophet said, “O Allah! Curse Shaiba bin Rabi’a and ‘Utba bin Rabi’a and Umaiya bin Khalaf as they turned us out of our land to the land of epidemics.” Allah’s Apostle then said, “O Allah! Make us love Medina as we love Mecca or even more than that. O Allah! Give blessings in our Sa and our Mudd (measures for weighing foodstuffs) and make the climate of Medina suitable for us, and divert its fever towards Aljuhfa.” Aisha added: When we reached Medina, it was the most unhealthy of Allah’s lands, and the valley of Bathan used to flow with impure colored water.

And the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam is reported to have said: “Which of you would like to go early in the morning every day to Bathan or Al-‘Aqiq and return from it with two large-humped she-camels, without committing a sin or severing the ties of kinship?” They replied, “O Messenger of Allah! We (all) would like that!” He said, “If one of you goes early in the morning to the Masjid and learns or reads two Ayahs from the Book of Allah, the Exalted and the Glorious, is better for him than having two camels, and three Ayahs are better for him than three large camels, and four Ayahs are better for him than four large camels, and so on with the number of them and camels.” Such is the virtues of learning and reciting the Qur’an.

From Abu Dawud Thabit ibn Qays ibn Shammas RadhiAllahu anhu narrated: The Apostle of Allah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam entered upon Thabit ibn Qays RadhiAllahu anhu. The version of Ahmad (ibn Salih) states: When he was ill the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam said: Remove the harm, O Lord of men, from Thabit ibn Qays ibn Shammas. He then took some dust of Bathan, and put it in a bowel, and then mixed it with water and blew in it, and poured it on him.

Narrated Bakr ibn Mubashshir al-Ansari RadhiAllahu anhu: I used to go to the place of prayer on the day of the breaking of the fast, and on the day of sacrifice along with the Companions of the Apostle of Allah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. We would walk through the valley known as Bathan till we came to the place of prayer. Then we would pray along with the Apostle of Allah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and return through Bathan to our house.

To retain some detail I have posted the map in two sections, from south, the bottom map to north. Bathan valley is the one on the right etching north-west by Masjid Nabawi before continuing northward where Wadi Quna joins it at the foot of Jabal Uhud. Wadi Ranono is the middle one that meets Bathan in the Awali district, while the far left one is Wadi Aqeeq. All congregate to the west of Jabal Uhud in the area known as Al-Jurf.

Al-Jurf (scroll down for previous significant information) was where the young Usamah ibn Zaid RadhiAllahu anhu was dispatched with his army, temporarily camping there during the final days of Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s illness. The Sahaba RadhiAllahu anhum in the expedition often travelled the 3 miles into Madinah with the permission of Usamah RadhiAllahu anhu to be at the bedside of Rasulullah SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Controversy surrounded not only the appointment of Usamah RadhiAllahu anhu, but also the timing of this army to wage an attack to the north, but the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam explicitly sated that the army should not be stopped on any account and ordered them to set out for their destination as planned. The Roman Emperor Harqal received the news of the death of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam as well as the presence of the army on the borders of Syria, ready to attack. He was amazed and overawed that  regardless of the loss these valiant Sahabah RadhiAllahu anhum were experiencing, their valour and dedication did not deter them. This daring attitude scared the enemy and the morale of the Emperor, and Allah Ta’ala gave the Muslims victory without a single loss, SubhanAllah!

Other incidents regarding tayammum have been related to the Al-Jurf area. Ibn ‘Umar RadhiAllahu anhu was coming from his land in Al-Jurf and the time for ‘Asr came when he reached Marbad an-Na’am, a place where camels are kept. He prayed after performing tayammum and then entered Madinah while the sun was still high, but did not repeat the prayer.
Also, ‘Umayr, the mawla of Ibn ‘Abbas RadhiAllahu anhuma, was heard to say, “‘Abdullah ibn Yasar, the mawla of Maymuna RadhiAllahu anha, the wife of the Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and I went to visit Abu Juhaym ibn al-Harith ibn Simma al-Ansari RadhiAllahu anhu. Abu Juhaym said, ‘Once the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, was coming from the direction of Bi’r Jamal, Al-Jurf. A man met him and greeted him but the Prophet, SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, did not reply to him until he came to a wall. He wiped his face and hands and then returned his greeting.’”

Magnificent reminders abound throughout this Luminous City, radiating the glory and grandeur of our Blessed Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam and his teachings, his Sunnah.

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.

…hubb…habba…

hubb is love in Arabic, habba is seed…

…seeds of love are blossoming during these Mubarak days of the First Spring. A month of lights where the love for our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam’s spiritual luminosity resonates deeply in hearts as we taste the sweetness of the harvest of this love.

…the joyfulness and jubilation fills the air in and around the Dome of Felicity…especially on the eve of the 12th…children and brothers were distributing drinks and sweet dishes to the thousands who spent the night in close proximity, both physically and spiritually, to the Noble Resident of the Green Dome, Al-Mustafa, SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…

…regardless of the frequent visits from the dear ‘vice squad’ who were constantly roving about in their ‘matchbox’ car attempting to move groups…

…who were serenely engaged in salutations and praise, spreading seeds of love as the wind disperses the fragrance of a rose…some quietly reciting various Qasidas…

…many recording the rejoicing to share with loved ones far away…

…or partaking of Sheer Korma and other home made dishes…

…or merely gazing…recalling the words of our Blessed Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, ‘My most intense lovers are a group who will appear after me; one of them would love to exchange their family and wealth in order to see me’ as narrated by Abu Dharr RadhiAllahu anhu (Musnad Ahmad ibn Hanbali)

His words are all pearls from the ocean of reality

Because his heart was united with the ocean of Truth (Rumi)

…while strolling this morning…bursting from every direction and every heartbeat and every heart that did beat, the seeds of love resonate with the realization that we are the honoured Ummah of the Best of Creation SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, SubhanAllah…

…you are the moon…

…you are the sun…

…you are the light upon light…

…you are the light of Surraya,

Oh Beloved, oh Messenger…

Insha’Allah may we nurture the seeds of love in our hearts so that they flourish into lush manifestations of love for our Blessed and Noble Nabi SallAllahu alaihi wasallam, and hence for each other, as his Ummah, Ameen.

O Allah, perfume his noble grave with the fragrant scent of blessings and peace.

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.