Some 7 years ago, the sinner was in a rut. He cradled his newborn son in his arms, and wondered just how the heck will he live his life right. Then he heard that a shaykh of a Sufi Order was in town, a Sufi Order to which his own brother was associated, so one cold morning he paid a visit and since then things have never really been the same.
It was in those happy heady days in 2004 that these 3 poems were recorded...
15. Ali’s Prayer (or Groupies 2)
We, groupies of Naqshband
Cling to the Saidis’ coat tails
On our way to the Sun of the sun
While being peppered by snow, rain and hail.
16. Divine Mind-Altering Substance
Food taste better
Prayer feels sweeter
Since I have come to meet
A Naqshbandi Mureed.
Ya Saidi, if we could bottle and sell it
We would be rich, rich, rich!
17. Putting the Fun in Fana
Do not blame us for feeling happy
Being at the side of our Saidi
Swimming we are, in a sea of manna
Leaving footprints, on the shore of fana.
The world has changed, the colours appear to have become more vibrant, people far more beautiful, hope more passionate and alive, happiness much sweeter, and even sorrow is more meaningful. But perhaps, best of all, the sinner has found the religion best to confound the most ignorant, bigoted, hateful and violent of mankind. And this in no small way came about simply because the Shaykh said, "Come, let me tell you of our prophet Muhammad..."
It is good to remind ourselves of the past. Lest we get to attached to a present that is only momentary.
|...leaving footprints, on the shore of fana.|
wa min Allah at-taufiq