Tears…for being so close.
Tears…for all the long tormented, absent moments of not being spiritually close.
Tears…for doors closed, for doors opened. For separation, for gathering, for remembrance:
I spoke Your remembrance-not that I had forgotten You for an instant-
But my tongue’s recollection eased the remembrance itself.
Without ecstasy I nearly died of desire;
My heart was frantic with heartbeats within me.
When ecstasy showed me that You were there
I bore witness that You exist in every place.
So I announced something existent without any discourse
Perceived something known, without seeing it.
Shibli Rahmatullahi alaihi.
Tears…for the tears of the new Hujjaj that flow with every heat beat, with every breath taken in the most Heavenly Presence of HabibuLlahu SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.
Tears…for those anticipating to be called. Tears for those who were called, and will be called to be taken back to their Rabb in these Sacred Places.
Tears…for those who have been called but have become lax and neglected lessons learnt, the sweet taste of soaring Iman and obedience to our Lord’s Commands.
Tears…for the gift of repentance.
Tears…for the blessedness of forgiveness.
Tears…for the diversity of the congregating Ummah from every corner of the globe in every shape, size, colour, status, intellect.
Tears….for the peace, unity, love, friendship binding nations as they gather for this momentous journey.
Tears…for sacrifice, hardships, separation, patience, love.
Tears…for love in all it’s guises. A fully blossomed love, an understanding, unconditional love, the passionate Ishq Love, the pain of unrequited love, a long distance love, a child’s love, a parents love, a neighbours love, a seekers love, a travellers love, a companions love, a slaves love and all shades and hopes of love.
In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.
He said, “This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers.”
Farid ud Din Attar from ‘Perfume of the Desert’
Tears…for the cry of a new born.
Tears…for the cry of those who have been decreed not to experience their own new born, but choose to shed tears and love for the orphan.
Tears…for those who tend to the ill, the infirm, the suffering, the destitute, the depressed, the lonely.
Tears…for those who nurture Allah Ta’ala’s creation; plants, animals.
Tears…for those who abuse power, desires. For those who manipulate, for those possessed with greed, rancour, anger and revenge.
Tears…for the patient, for the grateful, regardless of the conditions willed upon them.
Tears…for the misguided, the deviant, the lost, the afraid, the heedless.
Tears…for the destruction, chaos, havoc and despair they inflict on the innocent.
Tears…for the glory assigned to all victims who will assemble in the bodies of green birds with their nests in chandeliers hung from Allah Ta’ala’s Throne, eating the fruits of Jannah.
Tears…for those bereft of their loved ones.
Tears…for surprise packages, halal rizq, air, running water, clothing, shelter, sharing with those less fortunate.
Tears…for Universal rhythms, constancy in change, darkness, light and all in between.
Tears…for the Hikmah in all facets of life, SubhanAllah!
‘The Way of the Holy Ones’
Don’t speak of your suffering — He is speaking.
Don’t look for Him everywhere — He’s looking for you.
An ant’s foot touches a leaf, He senses it;
A pebble shifts in a streambed, He knows it.
If there’s a worm hidden deep in a rock,
He’ll know its body, tinier than an atom,
The sound of its praise, its secret ecstasy –
All this He knows by divine knowing.
He has given the tiniest worm its food;
He has opened to you the Way of the Holy Ones.
Sanai from ‘Perfume of the Desert’
Tears…an endless torrent of tears from those present and from those absent. Swept as liquid silver to places mysterious and inexplicable to be recycled till the End of Time.
Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out, He will enter it.
In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties.
Mahmud Shabistari from ‘Rose Garden of Mystery’
May your Juma’ah tears cleanse, uplift, revive and renew, when, Insha’Allah He will display His beauties. Ameen.
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.