Tuesday, February 19, 2013


First Snowfall 
I am not a Sufi,
I am not a Dervish,
I am not a Student of anything,
I have no love to give,
So I need you to give me love,
I have no real understanding,
So I need you to give me understanding,

I am the broken flute in the back row,
I am the one hidden behind the pillar,
I am the one outside the prayer hall,
But I am here because I heard you 
When you called.

Like winter you came,
And like a facsimile of love,
I am your first

After I finished the subuh (dawn) prayers, I scuttled away from the Sufic gathering. I joined a new friend for breakfast, though he did not know he was my friend (and neither did I). Only after fifteen minutes of engaging talk did my Hindu friend said, "Ah... we have been talking for a while, and I don't even know your name! My name is Raja..." I replied shyly, "I am Taufiq."

So what is your name, sunshine?

For whether you know it already or not, we are friends. Indeed more so, for we are brothers and sisters united in the worship of one God. We are the colourful threads weaved by God upon the divine tapestry of humanity. You are a Hindu? You are a Christian? You are Jew? A Buddhist?

No. You are me. And I am you.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful. Thank you for this one!