Plug in your iGod and listen

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"Hey, Mika."

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"Hey, Papa."

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"Hey, Mika."

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"Hey, Papa."

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And so on and so forth. Sometimes I just don't know what to say to my son. So I would just call him, and he would reply. I am not asking anything from him, no chores for him to do... I simply wanted to hear his voice. He needn't even turn to look at me. "Hey, Papa" is the validation of a love that I cannot fully comprehend.

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You have iGod? And I believe that the analogy which I am meant to learn in this exchange between father and son is in the dzikr (Remembrance of God), which is practised in my religion and in all religion which mankind follows. So many thousands of utterances, perhaps even millions of words of praise of God that you have uttered. Surely God is not deaf, and He hears. And surely God is not mute, thus He must answer. And if we cannot hear His answers, perhaps it is because we fail to speak and listen with our hearts. So plug in your iGod and listen.

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"Hey, God."

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"Hey, Taufiq."

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"How are you, God?"

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"Pretty good. And you?"

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"Very happy, thank You."

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WORSHIP IS A BROADBAND. The total manifestation of solat (prayers), ibadah (worship) dzikr and tasawwuf (inner reflection) of God has been kept open and wide, so that a good person shall reflect on the mystery and wonder of this Creation in all that he does. This is not an obsessive compulsion, nor a 'pious' habit to practise. It is to see Life, Love and God in the smallest of ants to the highest mountain of the Himalayas. And above all to see the loveliness that God has adorn upon the mantle of your loved ones... your Mother and Father, your Brothers and Sisters, your Children and Friends. And in the romance and yielding flesh of your lover.

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Have a good Saturday, friends. I am feeling the love today.

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.Pax Taufiqa.