

…five years ago…and yet today this humble tailor shop looks exactly the same…three precarious steps lead to a single room full of decades of paraphernalia…the machine whirs as his white beard fuses with the white cloth he sews…and time stands still as it zooms…as threads of lustrous silk weave mundane scenes with a deep and soulful ethereal intuition of purpose…of submission…of not being afraid to carry one hundred yards of madness to be fashioned by Geometer of the Heart…

…his space is not part of a shopping area but an isolated business among an older suburb of rickety dilapidated buildings very close to Masjid Nabawi…around the corner from us…his clientele are regulars who appreciate his skilled work, humble setting, very reasonable prices and the quirky surroundings rather than the glitzy fashionable modern establishments…

…there seems to be dozens of clocks…most set at the same time…filling the confined area with a soothing symphony of tick tick tick…all adding a different tone…and most days one may pass, a recording of our Divine Book imprints a glow in the heart…and recalling some Rumi eloquence…

The Lover’s Tailor’s Shop: tomorrow I’ll go there
wrapped in my long cloak, with a hundred yards of madness.

The Tailor snips you from Jones and stitches you to Smith,
pairing you with one, separating you from the other,
sew your heart to one of them for a lifetime –
such silken thread! wonderful stitches!
miraculous hand!

Then, when your heart is fixed, he rips out the seam,
snick! snick! With the scissors of “Get ye down from it!”*

All this sewing together and tearing apart
bewilders me,
my mind reels at the variegations of
affirmation and obliteration.

The heart is a dust-board, He the geometer of the heart:
what a marvel of figures, numbers, realities,
and names He inscribes!

When He multiplies you, like a number,
by somebody else,
what a sum He manifests with his arithmetic!

You’ve seen multiplication — now study division:
how He parcels up one drop into an Ocean!

By the algebra of Fate He balances all equations:

Silence! for thought itself breaks down at such wonders.
*Quran 11:38. Allah Ta’ala’s command to Adam and Huwwa.

…may thought itself break down at such wonders as we ponder the grand stitching and snipping of Allah Ta’ala’s Miraculous Hand in the fabric of our days…
JUMA’AH 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.



























































