The Adab of the Nightingale and the Mureed
One night I saw a nightingale and a mureed take flight,
The nightingale flew with a pair of dull-feathered wing,
But the mureed flew with the wings of knowledge and love,
But the flying itself? The flapping of the wings
And catching the draft and the wind?
That was the adab of the nightingale and the mureed!
And though neither disclosed this secret to me
In song or sermon,
Their flying adab was eloquent in its confession.
This I witnessed that night,
In the flight of the nightingale and the mureed
To Hu knows where across His Mercy Ocean...
One year ago today, almarhum Shaykh Raja Ashman Shah ibni Sultan Azlan Shah (q.s.) passed on from the cage of this physical world. This afternoon I myself passed my Sabbath at Istana Iskandariah in the royal town of Kuala Kangsar, Perak for Shaykh Raja's tahlil (prayers for the deceased) and mawlud (remembrance and praise for God (s.w.t.) and His Prophet Muhammad s.a.w.s.). Having never been there before, it was an eye-opener for me.
Across a blue sea of turbans, I watched as the mureeds (students) sang praise of the Prophet (s.a.w.s.) in loving dedication and memory for their beloved Shaykh Raja. For these fine fellows (and gals) the anniversary of their Shaykh's passing is not just a time of remembrance, but also celebration. And they did it wonderfully under the presence of Shaykh Bahauddin Adil, who flew in from Cyprus to grace this occasion for his spiritual brother...
This was how I have been spending my Sabbath. How was yours, sunshine? I pray it was good too!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way