WHAT I AM NOT AND WHAT I AM - the bearing of the bearer of prophethood

Without Pride

I am not a drop of water

That you see,

For I came from the lakes,

The rivers and the seas,

Within me courses

All the fountains of heaven,

All the springs of wisdom,

All the pools of beauty,

Made rich when the Lord

Made me the Father of Souls!

If you unfurl the whole night sky,

All the stars you see will not count

For the mercy that I bring in me

When the Lord made me

As Mercy to all the worlds!

And if you can know this without pride,

Then certainly I am with you,

And you are with me!

……………….. 

It doesn't matter who you say you are. It really doesn't matter what title precedes your name, whether it is DR., IR. The Right Honourable, Her Britannic Majesty, a simple Mr. or a Ms. or even Prophet of God. It is the bearing of the bearer that best clarifies his or her character, strength and courage. 

In my irregular meetings with the Sufis that inhabit this part of the world, and indeed worldwide through this almanac and Facebook, my happiest times is hearing them recall their own favourite recollections about Muhammad (s.a.w.s.) Prophet of God. But even above that is the abiding moment when I hear one soul say to me...

Beloved of All Creation

I do not love the Prophet

Because he is the Prophet of God,

I love him for what he means to me,

And my only hope is for God 

To assure my education

About His Muhammad,

Beloved of God,

Beloved of all creation.

................... 

Well there. I am leaving this love letter here for the cyber angels to pluck and bring to the Divine Presence and Muhammad's (s.a.w.s.) attention. In the meantime, and for all eternity, you may read its contents just like the rest of my rambling writings in this almanac. And if you meet the Prophet in your journey, you will recall me and the hearts to him, yes?

Thank you, sunshine. I know I can count on you.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

And of course: The Hearts are the work of Cristina Colombo, Milan. You may visit her Facebook page by Clicking Here. 

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

THE ASTRONAUT AND THE SUFI

The heart is shaped by Cristina Colombo.
You may visit her Facebook page by clicking on the Heart.

The Astronaut 

I came upon her here,

Hundreds upon thousands of miles away from home,

Whirling and drifting like a Jasmine flower fallen from heaven,

Airless, lifeless and soul freezing cold,

I came upon her as a stranger, 

Whatever shall I say to Ground Control,

And who in Houston would believe me?

...That on the Moon

I found a whirling Sufi?

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Do you find this strange, sunshine? It is not as strange as this world we live in. For if we are destined to meet, we would meet in the limitless horizon of the heart, further than the furthest galaxy of this Universe. Yet nearer to us than our own jugular veins. At a place sanctified by the presence of God Almighty, the All-knowing!...

We verily created man and We know what his soul whispereth to him,
and We are nearer to him than his jugular vein.
(Quran 50:16, Marmaduke Pickthall)

Verily, with Allah, anything is possible.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

A Pebble of Love in the Nation of Muhammad - a little Italian Project

by Cristina Colombo

A Pebble of Love in the Nation of Muhammad 

Such is the nature of the Prophet, 

That if he would pick up a pebble, 

The pebble would begin chanting, 

Oh Love! Oh Love! Oh Love! 

Undone, unbroken, unmade, 

Drifting before finally the tide 

Of my desired fate brings 

Me forth upon this shore... 

Where I find artisans and princes, 

Peasants, the rich and the poor 

Of his nation crying out, 

Oh Love! Oh Love! Oh Love! 

................ 

The lesson of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) is not monopolized by any single class in the Nation of Muhammad, not the preachers in the mosque nor the politicians in their parliaments, not the kings in their palaces nor the poor in the gutter, not by the businessmen nor the housewives, not by the poets nor the writers, not by the gardeners nor the fishermen of the rivers, not by any race or nationality.. none can claim to have the sole right to speak of or for God.

Everyone, every man, woman and child, by virtue of being a Muhammaden and a Muslim, has an avenue towards the manifest mercy and love of the Lord, by any other name we call him Muhammad ibn Abdullah (pbuh). 

And such is the Lord's affection for His Prophet that for those who seek Muhammad and inevitably comes to adore Muhammad (pbuh), success is given both in this world and in the next. There is no waiting for reward only in the afterlife. For if you have fallen in love with Muhammad (pbuh), Mercy to all the Worlds, you have already died to this world, and though people will still see you working hard, living and loving, striving to attain your ambitions, in truth, you have become like the pebble, made heart-shaped by the loving hand of Muhammad, and chanting that most eternal of dzikr, "ya-Wadud! ya-Wadud! ya-Wadud!" (one of the Lord's name to mean the Most Loving One) 

Cristina Colombo is an Italian artist residing in Milan. The hearts depicted in this posting is all hers. She has a talent (as these Italians do) of turning her passion into a work of sublime, provoking art (You cannot mention an Italian without working in the word 'passion' somewhere in your description. He he he). She has permitted me the privilege to unite some of her 'hearts' to my inchoate stumbling verses. You may visit her works at her Facebook page by Clicking Here.

Have a bright and lovely day,sunshine.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no Place in Islam 

Love will show the Way