Gone Before Dawn
What is worth dying for
Is worth living for,
What is worth living for
Is always worth loving,
So love thy mother and thy father,
Love thy brother and thy sister,
Love the wise and the foolish,
The saints, the saintly and the sinners,
Love the music of children laughing,
Love the songs that the birds sing,
Love the peace that you enjoy,
Love the things you loved
When you were just a little boy,
Love the silence before dusk,
Love the chorus before dawn,
Swear your love to them all,
For one day, who knows?
They may all be gone...
They may all be gone...
|Bukit Kiara Cemetery, with Mr.Cemetery himself, Mikhail.|
BEREAVEMENT. To those you have known before they are no more, to those you have known and yet have never met in this world, to the beautiful memories you have shared and for the memories yet to be made, what do we have to offer but our oath of fealty, our solemn promises of love?
DOOR OF SADNESS. As frail human beings, with mortal vessels that contain our ancient spirit, we are accorded some room for grief. A chamber to house our sorrow and lament the passing of our beloved kindred. To sigh when we inadvertently glanced at a picture of our mothers, fathers, family and friends who have all passed on. But this Door of Sadness, this gate through which our tears flow is also the gate of our heart, the abode of our Most Compassionate God who says that "Though Creation cannot contain Me, the heart of a true believer can."
|At the Royal Mausoleum, Bukit Chandan, Kuala Kangsar.|
GATE OF KNOWLEDGE. Thus the Door of Sadness is also the Gate of Knowledge, through which we are connected to our Grandshaykhs, the Masters of the Path (Tariqa). Above the laments of our own mortality, is the chorus of the Saints, the Friends of God, who, to this day attend to the matters of this world under the power of the Master of Creation, Muhammad Habibullah (s.a.w.s.) and His Companions. And amongst whom, Saydina Ali ibn Abu Talib is indeed known as the Gate of Knowledge, the entrance to the City of Knowledge that is the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.s.).
THE DIVINE COCKTAIL. It is thus the priceless inheritance of the Muslims, blessed and fortunate as they are (may they remember!), that contemplation and remembrance of our dearly departed, inevitably intermingles with Allah (s.w.t.), His Beloved Muhammad (s.a.w.s) and all His Companions(r.a.) and Saints (q.s.). Thus we find...
In our remembrance of the dearly departed,
Our mortality intermingles with immortality,
Our sorrow intermingles with great joy,
Our uncertainty intermingles with assurance,
Our love intermingles with the Greatest Love of All,
That is the Love of Allah for His Muhammad...
|He shouldn't be whirling so close to the water's edge. But kids... they will have their fun.|
By the riverside maqam of Tok Temong, Kuala Kangsar.
So if you are in mourning for someone, even if it is for yourself, have great hope, my friend. For you are assured of love, mercy and compassion of a Lord matchless in His vows of love, mercy and compassion for you and the reasons for your sorrow.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way