The Owner of the Godly Grace
I know there is a life after death,
Because our conversation has not ended,
Day in and day out, it is still the same,
I know there is love after death,
Because I can feel you looking to me,
Day in and day out, it is still the same,
I know there is a Prophethood after death,
Day in and day out, it is still the same,
This has been the Mawlana's constant refrain to me,
This has been the Mawlana's constant refrain to me,
I know there is a God after death,
For this true love cannot be contained in one short life,
Day in and day out, eternity rolls out,
And you are still the same to me,
Only that you look much, much better
And wherever you may be, it is a good place to be.
How I wish I will be there with you
When the Owner of Godly Grace
Sends His invitation,
To your side
Be my
Place.
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On 7th of May 2014, as I was driving home from work, I received a WhatsApp message from my friend, Sheik Munim Bajrai. Although always praying for the best, I would lie if I said I did not anticipate the possibility. After all, Mawlana Shaykh Nazim was 92 years old, and has been in the ICU for ten days.
This would be a good place to explain who and what the Mawlana was and is. But where do I begin? For I am pretty sure I don't know him enough to say what ought to be said, nor describe what is often times, an indescribable feeling when you are drawn to his presence, whether physically or otherwise.
If you think I am confounded because to talk of the Mawlana is to enter some existentialist transcendental discourse about cosmic consciousness, then may I be permitted to correct you.
All that the Mawlana has ever showed to me and his many followers was love. Love, kindness, mercy and a guidance towards the best master of such love, kindness, mercy and guidance - that being the Seal of the Prophets, Sayyidina Muhammad (saws). And through the miraculous love and obedience of the Prophet (saws), towards the Endless Oceans of Mercy of Allah (swt).
Mawlana's teaching has not ended. Nor his loving concern for his naughty, mischievous mureeds (students). Death, just like when we were born from the womb of our beloved mother, is only the beginning...
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| And in particular, I came from the womb of this woman, my late mother. And just as it happens, today marks the 12th year of her passing. al fatiha... |
And thank God, it is!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
- Notrumi , 20th May 2014.
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
when I die
ReplyDeletewhen my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world
don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss
when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love
when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind
you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down
it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed
have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human
have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well
when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time
-Rumi
Al-fatihah and may Mawlana Syaikh Nazim rest in eternal peace, close to the Beloved.
p/s can't write poems as good as you do, so borrow Rumi's. by any chance, can I, may I, borrow and share yours? of course with the necessary credits mentioned ;)
And al-fatiha for your beautiful mom. May her soul rest in peace, placed amongst the righteous and may she attain jannah.
ReplyDeleteSalams o' Dragonfly,
ReplyDeleteIt is a strange non-coincidence that here we are, talking about love, life and death when many, many years ago, I wrote of a dragonfly and a death of sorts.
You may take what you desire of course. I cannot claim to own when I do not know where the ink came from nor who is holding the pen!
God bless you, and thank you for dropping into my happy mourning.
Notrumi.