THE SINNER AND THE SKY FULL OF STARS - Nabi Muhammad (saws) and Coldplay. It all makes perfect sense.

A Sky Full of Stars

...'Cause you're a sky full of stars,

I am going to give you my heart...

...'Cause you're a sky full of stars,

And 'Cause you light up the path...

I don't care, go on and tear me apart,

I don't care if you do,

'Cause in a sky, cause in a sky full of stars,

I think I saw you...

'Cause you're a sky, cause you're a sky full of stars,

I wanna die in your arms,

'Cause you get lighter the more it  gets dark,

I am gonna give you my heart,

You're a sky, you're a sky full of stars,

Such a heavenly view,

You are such a heavenly view.

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So ran selected extracts of the Coldplay song, "A Sky Full of Stars".

And many eons before, the Prophet Muhammad (saws) said,

My Companions are like stars (on a dark night)

Whichever of them you follow,

You will be guided.

Coincidence or Karma? He he he. Of course you know the truth, sunshine. There is no such thing as coincidences, which is merely a convenient word to describe an event whose thread of cause and effect we are not able to discern yet. It is a lazy man's escape.

But we are not lazy, you and I. Not when the meanings of meanings blaze a trail like a comet through our soul's sky. White, blue, orange or purple... the Truth guides us, cherishes us and raise our petty worldly burdens off our tired shoulders. So is it a pop song performed by a British band? Or is it a universal pledge of guidance spoken by the Habibullah (saws), re-animated for us?

Enjoy the vid, peeps.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Notrumi Embun, 25th June 2014

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

MY LEAVING WILL COST ME NOTHING - al-Najm ath-Thaqib (s.a.w.s.)

A Funeral Wreath

Let this day be the last day of my life,

It this is best for me,

Let this night be the last night of my life,

It this is best for me,

Let this breath be the last breath for me,

If this is best for me,

Let these words be the last words that I write,

It this is best for me,

Let these thoughts of You be the last that passes through my mind,

Let this thirst for You be the last thirst that I feel,

Let this hunger for You be the last pain that I feel,

It this is best for me, quench my thirst and sate my hunger...

Let my eyelids close for the last time knowing You are waiting for me,

Let my family not cry nor mourn my passing,

For my leaving will costs me nothing...

With You are the end of all my restless dreaming,

Tiresome scheming and fruitless thinking.

For You are my beginning

And my ending.

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Good Friday. If you can pick a day to pass away, it is said that Friday is a good day to do so. Indeed, Friday is a good day to do anything really, whether it is to move house, to change work, to marry, to begin a journey, to rest, to contemplate and reflect, to visit friends and relatives, to visit the graves of our dearly departed. 

It is also a good day to ask things from God. It is of course not necessary that you wait until today, but as today is already here, why let this Friday go to waste? Hmm, what can I ask God? Ah yes, something like this has been sheltering under the shade of my soul last night, a presumptuous little prayer...

The Servant that Didn't Happen

Oh Lord, 

You, Who has made me fall in love with You,

Therefore, You must care for me

And let me stray not one moment from You!

You, Who can make anything happen,

Make me to be the servant that didn't happen!

A moment that didn't occur,

A second that didn't pass,

The insignificant nothing

To Your Compelling

Everything!

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He he he. So many exclamation marks! I guess this is not to everyone's taste. And even to my lips, this cup of prayer tastes strange and foreign. But this is Friday the Blessed, so I think we are granted a little dispensation, yes? And anyway, even in this strangeness there is familiarity. Like the familiarity of al-Najm ath-Thaqib s.a.w.s. (Piercing Star) whose brightness lights up the darkest of our skies. Al-Najm ath-Thaqib is one of the inspired names of Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.s.). May God Almighty preserve us in the Path of His Light (s.a.w.s.). 

And though we cannot pick the day that we die, Oh Lord... please pick us! Please pick us!

Have a lovely Friday, sunshine. Dare and do!

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Insane Root, Sign of the Times. So light the world with your example - Prose of Ramadhan Part 63

Sigh. Humans...

257. Insane Root
The many will oppress the few,
And money will have no value,

Children will want to be adults,
And adults will yearn for childhood,

Men will lose their station,
And women will rule in their stead,

Life will be one long misery,
And many will long to be dead,

Priests will desire kingship,
But no man will want to be led.

Workers will work in tall buildings
Turning as pale as ghouls,

Patience will be seen as unbecoming
And the patient will be regarded as fools.

Music ceases to be soothing,
Men is wont to be cruel,
Prayers will cease
To have meaning,
And egos will come to rule.

You don't need an angel with a mighty horn to announce the state of the times that we live in. What I do not share with you here, what I talk about with my friends and family is the unaccountable sadness that is afflicting our world. And you yourself will discern the pattern in the news, medias and blogs that continue to harp on and on about the bigotry, hate, violence, greed, corruption and terrorism that continues to plague our planet earth.

Imam Shafi'e (who is the founder of one of the four schools of Islam, the other being Hanbali, Maliki and Hanafi) once said that knowledge without action is equivalent to arrogance. In those old days, you barely know what is going on in your town or village, much less the rest of the country. Nowadays,  global bad news are speeding down the internet to spoil your days with stories of rape, pillage, murder and mayhem. Add in a smidgen of environmental catastrophe somewhere and there is your cup of anguish for the day. People say that caffeine is bad for you... I say bad news is too. Especially when we can do nuts about it. It just sits in your system like arsenic, slowly consuming your happiness and hope for a better future.

I do not know who's the good guys or the bad guys. Everyone is claiming they are right. So all we can do is to live and interpret events according to our conscience. And we make changes where we can first, starting with the man / woman in the mirror. It is the hardest thing ever, as my litany of failed New Year's resolutions will clearly illustrate - Stop smoking (nope), more exercise (what exercise?), less eating junk food (but it's so delicious). You know...

But as Heche likes to observe, to drag me out of my miserable pit of contemplation - only when the night is darkest do the stars shine the brightest. So very true.

My light is dim, but you sunshine... you can light the world with your example.

wa min Allah at-taufiq.

Breath of the Sun of the Sun (5 Postcards from me to you)

This poem is from the chapter entitled 'The Bride's Dress', written early this year. And the year itself is coming to it's last week. But you continue, for you are being sustained by the breath of the Sun of the Sun, the Light upon Light which has no beginning and no end that we can speak of. You are leaving 2010 with hope in your heart and a lovelight in your eyes. Here where I am, I can see you, a star shining bright in the cosmos of my soul.

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My friends, I am sure I do not cherish you enough. I am sure I have taken you for granted. For that I am sorry, and I hope you will accept these 5 postcards as a token of my esteem.

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My friends, some of you I have met but I suspect there are many whom I have not met, and may never meet in this life. But I know you already, for we sat together on the grassy slope of Mount Qaf, and there we traded stories and promises. Even then, I noticed the particular sweetness in your smile.

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Have a wonderful Sunday, sunshine. And for those celebrating Christmas, I hope it has been a joyous day for you!

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Pax Taufiqa.

The Carbon Footprints of Muhammad

Muhammad was the first
To leave carbon footprints,
Long ago he wandered across
The desert of my heart,

Leaving behind diamonds
Twinkling like stars
In the night sky,

One was called Abu Bakar,
Another Omar, the third was Usman,
The fourth, Ali, Hassan, Hussein
And thereafer more
And more and
more.

Prose is from current and untitled chapter. It is a flower from the lore of Sufis that the Companions of the Prophets, are like the stars in the desert twilight, follow any one of them, and surely he will lead you to the Prophet, to God, to Love.

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So, I beg you, as one tired wanderer to another, look for the stars, high in the celestial sky, or in the closeness of your own heart... they are there, all of them.

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For if God can be contained in the heart of a true believer, what more His Friends and Saints?!

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Pax Taufica.