Your 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 MoreMy sweetest love
In the spring rain falls down to touch your face In the summer flowers blossom by your breaths In the autumn leaves ride the wind seeking your whereabouts In the winter snow covers the path to embrace your footsteps In the day the illuminating sun reflects your light In the night the stars sparkle from your tears In Palestine stones in your hand becomes rubies In Mecka the pilgrims’ acceptance is due to your presence In Baqi the dust is blessed by your bowed knees In the East fishes swim in the sea of your mercy In the West fishes crawl through the desert to become men in your...
Read MoreGuilt
Grief is a virus Produced by a heedless act Performed in the split of a second In this gigantic multi-dimensional universe Guilt, such a small thing Like a parasite it sets on your heart Spreading its poison Flushing it out through the veins Infecting all cells of your body Cracking down your entire existence By consuming you from within Guilt, a spiritual disease Struggling the soul Who in its pangs cry out poetry Without knowing What black and gothic lines Have been spilled To forgive others is hard To forgive yourself is even harder
Read MoreWho are you?
Who are you? whose kindness makes men out of wolves Who are you? whose courage creates martyrs from cowards Who are you? whose last words are prayers for your killer Who are you? whose grave is holier then Kabah? Who are you? whose face is a mirror of the Quran? Who are you? whose closeness the angels line up for Who are you? whose intercession gives hope to the demons Who are you? whose eyes give visions to the blind Who are you? whose attention unveils the unseen Who are you? whose remembrance guides the intellects Who are you? whose hand ascends the mystics Who are you? whose love has...
Read MoreA painting
With tears I have drawn a painting of your face With blood I have inked the red mat under your feet With agony I have coloured the shadow by your side With honey I have shaped the words from your mouth With flowers I have adorned every detail of your body With waterfalls I have described the mercy from your presence With the sun I have symbolized the state of your loneliness With clouds I have formed the blindness of your followers With fire I have depicted the longing of your lovers With prayers I have invoked the hastening of your...
Read MoreSuicidal
Let the knife be my pen Let my body be the ark Let the words be your love Let my blood be your pain Let the separation be my agony Let my silence be your cry Let the longing be your grief Let my face be your sorrow Let the beats be my scar Let my dreams be your tears Let the screams be my haunting Let my memories be your torment Let the punishment be your forgiveness Let my heart be your sacrifice Let the mercy be your curse Let my suicide be your life
Read MoreIt All Seems So Distant
tired, anguished, want to!…but can’t… is sooo! but emptiness prevails… hoping for a near end! ……but the future is absent… crying out, where are you!! ….puzzled, where am i? reaching high, demolishing below…………paradoxal bittersweet madness, a play with words……its all a game, inside my head………….the cosmos and seven galaxies whirling around………….writing of death and tasting it, soooooooo different……the mindset of a martyr with a chained...
Read MoreParadoxal madness
Mad men build up complex lives suffocating in an endless material whirl sane lovers burn life to ashes solving the riddle of their existence Insane soldiers occupy lands to preserve delusional security passionate warriors seek death to reside as immortals in eternity Blind people purchase the earth to give meaning to their being seeing wayfarers renounce their being to realize the meaning of the world Sensual writers create fictional truths as intoxicating caves to retire into Men of action tear all illusionary veils to fade away in the presence of Absolute...
Read MoreCloaks of mercy embracing me
Cloaks of mercy embracing me fragments of love dazzling an existence burning of passion dissolved in the drop of an ocean Cloaks of mercy embracing me my face touched by unseen lips seas of divine mystical clouds purple rain pouring down Cloaks of mercy embracing me the fragrance of absolute sweetness intoxicating me with spiritual honey undressing my soul of this body Cloaks of mercy embracing me oaths of Love hymned in the dark I fade away in Your supreme presence as I hold the hands of my beloved Quran Cloaks of mercy embracing me…!
Read MoreFallen Angel
Beyond specks of light far from the celestial dimension in the abyss of darkness an angel had fallen His wings burnt to ashes a heart with a thousand thorns reason left for a mad man his eyes covered with dust Embraced by lonely gloominess he reached for the sky bittersweet agony under the moon as the Devil saw him cry Beneath all majestic splendor he was an innocent child locked inside complex barriers an empty shell hidden behind a mask Deeper into the forest he went burying the truth in secrets an unknown past had molded his being into a demon dressed in angelic cloth Tears of regret...
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Jazak Allah för en vacker föreläsning. Verkligen vackert det du nämnde kring Shaykh Abbas Qomi(RA)
Teoretiskt sätt ja, praktiskt sätt nej. En oren själ är som fängslad i Barzakh i Wadi Barhoot (Yemen) och har ...
Tack för svaret. Jag har en annan fråga.. kanske lite ovanligt fråga; vad jag vet så finns det inga "spöken" ...
Salam. Det är en bra fråga. Det nämndes i föreläsningen att Barzakh är på denna plats; alltså själarna tas till ...
Salam broder. Du sa här i föreläsningen att den dödes själ kommer att komma till sina familjer då och då. ...