Sönderslagna stjärnor
Sönderslagna stjärnor Rosor på vinterasfalten Strålar från stumma lyktstolpar En svettig kropp i kyla Svalda rakblad Skärvor från en öppen mun Blodstänkta minnen En sargad själ i mörker Brustna drömmar Dunkla moln i bröstet Ljudlösa förtvivlade rop En värkande existens Ögon i tusen spillror Druckna koppar av ångest Auror av lila sfärer Ett förkastat hjärta
Read MoreThe radiance of Adam
By the radiance of the same star, Whose loss was the fall of Adam, that creature of earth, Was it Yours or mine? (Iqbal, “Tulip in the Desert”, p.12) So beautiful lines! I’m sitting in the sofa this Friday night and drinking the wine of divine poetry while others are drinking the wine of poison at parties. I received an English collection of Iqbal’s poetry called “Tulip in the Desert” by brother Thaqalyn and his respected wife on my birthday. The quote above is the opening verse and it immediately caught my attention. Here Iqbal likens Adam with a star and...
Read MoreDeath
Every smile shall be followed by sorrow. So laugh less and cry more. The beginning of the end has begun. Every breath draws you closer to the purpose of your very existence. Hold what you have in your hand and not your heart as what lays in your hand at the moment of death you can drop while whats in your heart will follow you to the absolute end. When you meet your Lord your tongue will seize to function, nay it will rather rise up to stand against you for abusing it in the dismay of your Lord. Your lips will be stitched together and your deeds will be your lawyer or your prosecutor. It all...
Read MoreMy grand mom
SobhanAllah what a grand mother I have. Since I’m the only child in my family and have no immediate relatives in Sweden I’m rather lonely when it comes to blood ties. Once in my childhood my parents paid a ticket from Iran to Sweden for my grand mom to come and visit us, especially me since they knew I was a bit sad that all children usually visited their grand parents and uncles and aunts while I never did that. I barely knew their names. But when I met my grand mom I became her best friend. We played soccer (she was the goalie), I even put roller blades on her! So she is like...
Read MoreThe Cave
The cave has a large spiritual aura over itself. When I first came in touch with spirituality at the age of 15 the concept with the cave was a frequent topic that was mentioned throughout the talks I had with certain people in those days. I did not really understand what it meant more then it being some sort of spiritual retreat, being away from people. When I asked if a physical absent was meant I was sometimes given the answer yes, sometimes no, without any further details. But the term was brought once in a while when my spiritual friends where sad or fed up with the world for whatever...
Read MoreSiri is naughty
So Dhuljanah, my latest digital Apple horse, the iPhone 4S, arrived yesterday. While I was driving on the highway I thought I’d try out the new built in amazing intelligent voice assistant called Siri. I thought I’d text a religious Muslim friend who formerly had been an enlightened iPhone user but who recently turned to the dark side and got himself a Samsung. So to impress him with what Siri can do I told Siri: Text X and tell him I’m messaging you from Siri The text message that was sent was the following: Fuck him and tell him I’m messaging you from Siri The lesson...
Read MoreMusk perfume at work
It’s 36 min left to breakfast at work and I’m pondering if I should make a run to the toilet and wash my musk perfume off. The first time I used the musk perfume by Tea Rose at work my colleagues commented in the car on the way to a meeting, “It smells rose water”. I had to comment, “Well yes, It’s Friday and on Fridays I like to use musk” while I innerly repented that I’d never use Islamic perfume at work again. Today, three months later, I woke up, performed the Fajr prayer, made a Ghusl (Friday bath) and told myself: “Screw them....
Read MoreInspiring souls
From the abyss of self Emerge words unspoken The poetic pen is the flute Singing ideas to the heartbroken In the shadows of conformity Inspiring souls are woken With echoing oaths of sacrifice They engrave tears on paved ways Revolutionized from within The earth under their feet sways Mythical legends arising from dust Heroes born at the end of days Unknown flowers hidden in society Reflections of an Unseen Face
Read MoreYour spouse is a spiritual shield
One of the Ulema whose name I won’t mention narrates that I visited Ayatollah Behjat In the year of 2002. Ayatollah Behjat asked me where I have been. I had recently returned from missionary trip from outside of Iran but I didn’t want to say that I had been abroad so I just say, “I am at your service!” But Ayatollah Behjat continued asking, “Did you bring your family with you?” I answered, “No”. Ayatollah Behjat became very upset and changed the subject. What had happened during my journey (for spreading Islam) was that a girl fell in love with...
Read MoreThe immediate answer of Imam Hassan(A)
Today marked the blessed birthday of the grandchild of Prophet Mohammad(S), the heir of Imam Ali(A), the darling of Fatima Zahra(A) – Imam Hassan Mujtaba(A). I would like to take opportunity of this auspicious event and share a personal incident of mine related to the generosity of Imam Hassan(A). For nearly two months now an unpleasant difficulty occurred in my life which ever since had done my head in. My mental condition decreased when I realized I need to face this difficulty again in a near future. The most powerful weapon I had to battle the upcoming negative thoughts and...
Read MoreDoes the body need vitamins?
One of the characteristics of Ayatollah Behjat was his indifference towards food. At the time when he was a poor young student in Najaf the poverty lead him to be content with one loaf of bread as his daily meal and this custom lived on even after him reaching Marjaiyyah and recognition. One of his students writes in his memoirs: For each Eid Ghadir I was in charge of the yearly feast that Ayatollah Behjat used to make where he invited Ulema and righteous believers to a big meal. Meat was barbecued and offered to the guests but Ayatollah Behjat himself never ate of the food. Instead after...
Read MoreThe need of a spiritual master
In all reliable books of spiritual wayfaring the need of a spiritual master and mentor who supervises the journey of the traveller is prescribed. In one of his lessons Imam Khomeini stated that this [spiritual] path can not be travelled without a spiritual master (ostad). Ayatollah Qadhi (the spiritual master of Ayatollah Behjat, Allamah Tabatabai and many other contemporary Urefa) has said: If you spend 30 years looking for a master it is worthy and in the first encounter you have travelled half the journey. Regarding the mandatory need of the spiritual wayfarer for a master the martyred...
Read MoreLove is
Love is witnessing But my eyes are too wet to see Love is harmony But my heart is in uproar Love is silence But my soul is screaming Love is healing But my cheeks are scarred Love is union But I’ve become a stranger Love is a garden But I’m hitting my self with stones Love is energy But I have lost my breath Love is a limitless ocean But I’m drowning by the shore Love is touching the sky But I’m robbing my face against the dust Love is life But I’m roaming in the alleys of death Love is walking on water But I’m consumed in flames Love is what I am not But...
Read MoreStone snakes
On earth colored rocks Hordes of believers gather Furious dark blue oceans roar The collector of souls is here Believers scattered in waves Standing alone in bewilderment Soul mates separated The struggle has begun Mighty stone snakes arise Frightened spirits shattered Angels of war descending The army of Dajjal is manifest Bloody tears in the mud The path long and shallow Dissolved illusions fading Left alone in the dark
Read MoreI need to cry
I need to cry Let the stars fall from heaven Arise O waves from stillness The storm of love is upon us I need to cry Every heart beat is a dagger In an orchestra of emotions The spirit slowly awakens I need to cry Words untold of great impact Gush through eyes of silence Devoured by the burning inside I need to cry Tears rain from the divine throne With agony the soul is revived O life, breath death upon me
Read MoreLet me show you the way
Emerald sand dunes lay ahead beneath green lit heavens springs of love gush forth let me show you the way Touch the footsteps of purity the mind and soul at trance breath the words of jasmine let me show you the way With one glance of beauty wings grow from the heart unleash yourself from worries let me show you the way The household of mercy is waiting doubt not the reality of love leave the world of illusion let me show you the way
Read MoreMemories of a friend
In my memories There are fragments Of a long lost friend As I reach out for him The mist grows thicker My hand fades away I return to the people With a gloomy face I miss my friend His face contains a thousand worlds Once I saw its burning shadow Its warmth still glows wherever i turn Entangled with worldly business I did not see him Walk away Taking my heart with him Now I desperately seek A silent corner to sit on And hymn the praises of my friend I kiss his footsteps five times a day At night I draw falling stars on my chins Wondering where my friend has gone His name trembles the...
Read MoreThe Romantic Era of the Islamic Revolution
It is the 22:th of Bahman today, the day which marks the victory of the Islamic Revolution in Iran. A short glance at the TV channels broadcasting live from within Iran reveals that the majority of the people are out on the streets celebrating. Iranian channels show clips of Imam Khomeini and the Revolution. Various sites, blogs and forums mentions the Revolution and speaks about it. Apparently I am falling into this category at the moment. But let us ponder deep upon one thing: was the Revolution a static revolution with one goal, to overthrow the Shah and establish an Islamic Government,...
Read MoreYour footsteps
In every allay I wander I seek the traces of your whereabouts The tears I spill in worship are for the sake of your well being When I read the Holy Quran It is your hands I hold in my mind A drunkard of love I have become by the mere thought of your presence Poetry is taught a lesson when I depict your face Irfan ascends to the seventh heaven when I mention your beauty The dhikhr that drips from my mouth is scented with your name I prostrate to the Lord of the Worlds by kissing your footsteps May God hasten the promised day when I will burn up in your...
Read MoreDuaa Abu Hamza Thumali – Reflection 17
“So, I glorify and praise You for the extent of Your patience, greatness and generosity.” (Imam Sajjad(A), Duaa Abu Hamza Thumali) Pondering over this line would inspire and motivate us through tough times. If a family member whom we love does something which upsets us conflicts arise and problems occur the result of all which is a deep pain and ache in all those involved. In the time of distress we lower our guard and sink down to the level of the one who has done the fault. But sobhanAllah. We are closer to Allah then our family members or best friends and we do sins and...
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