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That impenetrable heart

What does it take
To penetrate that heart?
How do I unlock
The doors
To the secret core?

What must I do
To tap into
that mysterious well
of unending love?

How do I request
a meeting with that heart
Guarded in its fortress
Of steel walls
and knights in armor?

Oh God! I rely entirely on You.
To blanket the path ahead
With Your mercy,
Love and harmony.
For only You
Can pierce through
The walls of our hearts
And allow us to feel and taste
That wondrous
That irresistible
Love.

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” – Shaykh Rumi

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I Know The Way You Can Get – Poem by Hafiz

I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
The innocent
And into one’s self.

O I know the way you can get
If you have not been drinking Love:

You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.

You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.

You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
Trusted.

I know the way you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love’s
Hands.

That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
And Wanting,
Just Wanting to help.

That is why Hafiz says:
Bring your cup near me.
For all I care about
Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

All a Sane man can ever care about
Is giving Love!

- Hafiz Shirazi

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Poem

I used to think the sun was
Illuminating all
Out of obedience
To follow the Divine command
In awe of the majesty of its Creator
But now I understand
That it moves and radiates us all
Out of love.

For it is love that vividly entrances the heart
And pulls at its core
To care for, encourage, and give warmth
For all that it longs for

It is love that causes us
To dance, stand upside down,
And submerge others in our drunkenness
To provide light for others in our own lightheaded state

It is love that desires to provide,
To burn ourselves out of provision
Just to see the ecstatic state of the receiver

What care have I for things?
When I know these things make my beloved happy?

I will empty myself of my provisions
And empty myself of my own self
Out of love.

I will empty myself of my ego
And empty myself of my existence
Out of love.

There is no joy comparable
Than in seeing your Beloved rejoice.
I will empty myself of my own joy,
To see my Beloved rejoice.
I no longer know of my own being
When the Beloved is in joy.

I only know of the
Beloved
Who Exists.
And the Beloved
Who Is.

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The Source is Overflowing

“Everything you see has its roots
in the Unseen world.
The forms may change,
yet the essence remains the same.

Every wondrous sight will vanish,
Every sweet word will fade.
But do not be disheartened,
The Source they come from is eternal –
Growing, branching out,
giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep? –
That Source is within you,
And this whole world
is springing up from it.

The Source is full,
Its waters are ever-flowing;
Do not grieve,
drink your fill!
Don’t think it will ever run dry –
This is the endless Ocean.

From the moment you came into this world
A ladder was place in front of you
that you might escape.

From earth you became a plant,
from plant you became animal.
Afterwards you became a human being,
Endowed with knowledge, intellect, and faith.

Behold the body, born of dust-
How perfect it has become!

Why should you fear its end?
When were you ever made less by dying?

When you pass beyond this human form,
No doubt you will become an angel
And soar through the heavens!

But don’t stop there,
Even heavenly bodies grow old.

Pass again from the heavenly realm
and plunge into the vast ocean of Consciousness.
Let the drop of water that is you
become a hundred mighty seas.

But do not think that the drop alone
Becomes the Ocean –
the Ocean, too, becomes the drop!”

- Mawlana Rumi

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Unite in the Ocean of Love: Don’t Harm the Lovers of God

Dear lovers,
When we travel the path of Love,
When we connect on the level of the spirit,
Do our differences in fiqh really matter?
Let us look beyond our forms,
Beyound our physicalities
Beyond methodology of law
Beyond the realm of labels
And unite in the Ocean of Love.

There is so much unnecessary bloodshed and violence in the world; just to name a few: Burma, Palestine, Syria, Iraq, etc.
We all love the same Being, let us unite in this Love. When we look with the eye of Tawhid, we see Oneness, One Love, One God, One Spirit, One Universe. When we look with the eye of multiplicity, we see insignificant differences.
We should think before picking up the weapon, “Am I killing another lover of God?”

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“Did you miss Me?”

“But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss Me while you were looking for yourself out there?”

Lines from “Drops of Jupiter” by Train

“I am going to light a fire in the Garden and pour water onto the Fire so that both these veils may disappear from the seekers, and that their purpose may be sure, and that the servants of God may see Him, without any object of hope or motive of fear. What if the Hope for the Garden and the Fear of the Fire did not exist? Not one would worship his Lord, nor obey Him. But He is worthy of worship without any immediate motive or need.” -Rabia Al Adawiyah

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My “halalmixed” parody to Sia’s “Chandelier”

Here is a parody I wrote for Australian singer Sia’s “Chandelier”. Her vocal range for this song is powerful and impressive.
The original song is about a young woman’s justification and struggle with her addiction to drinking, my version is about a different type of “drink”. :)

Warrior souls don’t get hurt
Can’t help but fight, against ego’s might
They push it down, push it down

Calling out to One, for that taste of Union,
Mind’s clearin’ up, from all mundane thought.
They aim for Love, aim for Love

One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
From the pool of transcendence

I’m gonna shine like the chandelier
Like the chandelier!
I’m gonna pray like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist!
I’m gonna rise like he* did on Miraj,
Feel my tears as they fly!
I’m gonna shine like the chandelier
Like the chandelier!

Cuz I’m longing hard for His light, won’t stop now won’t open my eyes
Keep my tongue full until morning light, ’cause I’m longing hard through the night
My Lord, I’m holding on for Your light, won’t stop now won’t open my eyes
Keep my heart full until morning light, ’cause I’m holding on for Your light
All through the night

Sun is up, past Fajr time
Gotta get out now, rise and climb
Work in His Name, Work in His Name

One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
One Two Three, One Two Three, drink
From the pool of transcendence

I’m gonna shine like the chandelier
Like the chandelier!
I’m gonna pray like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist!
I’m gonna rise like he did on Miraj,
Feel my tears as they rise!
I’m gonna shine like the chandelier
Like the chandelier!

Cuz I’m longing hard for His light, won’t stop now won’t open my eyes
Keep my tongue full until morning light, ’cause I’m longing hard through the night
My Lord, I’m holding on for Your light, won’t stop now won’t open my eyes
Keep my heart full until morning light, ’cause I’m holding on for Your light
All through the night

All through the night
‘Cause I’m holding on for Your light
Oh, I’m holding on for Your light
All through the night
All through the night
‘Cause I’m holding on for Your light
‘Cause I’m holding on for Your light
Oh, I’m holding on for Your light
All through the night
All through the night

*Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him)

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My “Halal” Parody to “Hey There Delilah” by Plain White T’s

This song is so beautiful and also one of my favorites, I had to do a parody on the lyrics. :)

It’s a love conversation between Rabia al Adawiyah (A sincere lover of God and saint) and God:
Rabia’s words are not italicized.

Hey there, Beloved
What’s it like to be Your wali?
I’m a thousand veils away
But Lord, I’m lost in Your vast Beauty
Yes I am…
Heaven can’t shine as bright as You
I swear it’s true…

Hey there, Beloved
How I long to see Your Presence
You’re right here when I get lonely
Give my song another listen
Hear my cry…
Listen to my prayer, it’s no disguise
On You I rely…

Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
What You do to me…

Hey there, Rabia
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right here if you get lonely
Give this surah another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to Qur’an, it’s My disguise
I’m by your side

Hey there, Rabia
I know times are getting rough
But just believe Me, girl
Someday You’ll ride with wisdom on the earth
All will be good
You’ll have the life I knew you would
My word is good

Oh it’s how you long for Me…
Oh it’s how you long for Me…
Oh it’s how you long for Me…
Oh it’s how you long for Me…

A thousand veils seem pretty deep
But I’ve got love, and praise, and deeds
I’d walk to You if I had no other way
The people all make fun of me
And we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Beloved, I can promise You
That by the time that we get through
My world will never ever be the same
And You I Praise

Hey there, Beloved
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to You
Would cast Your glance this way
I’d write it all
Even more in love with You I’d fall
Across the world I hear Your call,
My dear Beloved, here’s to You
Your Love is all…

Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
Oh it’s what You do to me…
What You do to me…

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Layla’s Beauty is a Reflection of the Prophet’s Beauty

I encountered these beautiful poems and had to share:

Sing! O winekeeper, of Layla’s beauty.
O Fountain of Fountains, you appeared lucid
in every symbolization, cup and wine.
Sorrows disappeared, the Presence made sweet
by the concealed secret of Layla’s treasure.
Ibn Yallas was enraptured upon drinking
the wine of spiritual tastes, annihilated then subsisted.
Upon you be peace, Best of Creation
for as long as this wine is drunk in Layla’s life.

Send blessings, O Source of Peace, upon the Intermediary,
the Sun of mankind, Layla’s visage.
O cupbearer of the lovers, fill up the cups
with the wine of spiritual tastes that revives souls.

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Solace for the Prophet -Isra wal Mir’aj and Seeing His Ummah

“When the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) went to ta’if, he had just faced the worst two weeks of his prophethood.  He had lost his wife Khadijah, his first wife, and his grandfather, his uncle… and when he went to spread Islam in Ta’if, the people there absolutely humiliated him.  They spat at him, chased him down narrow alleyways, threw stones at him.  For two weeks.

He was at one of the worst lows he experienced as a prophet.

Later, the event that is known to be Israa’ wal mi’raj happened, the holy ascension where Jibreel, the chief of angels, took the prophet (pbuh) to Masjid al-Aqsa where he lead all of the other prophets in prayer, and then ascended to the heavens to see paradise.

It was a kind of healing, a reward, a way that God comforted the prophet after his traumatic experiences. Very touching, very detailed, but that’s not the point of this post.

One of the things that happened when Jibreel was showing Muhammad (pbuh) around, was that he showed him his Ummah, the Muslims who follow him, his people.

Keep in mind that Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) is the final prophet. There is none after him.  And at the time of Israa’ wal mi’raj he had about a hundred followers at most.  A hundred was huge to him.

So he saw a crowd, a huge crowd, and tearing up, he asked Jibreel, ‘Are those my followers?’ And Jibreel said, ‘no,’ and he turned the prophet around…. and the prophet saw millions…billions of people standing in front of him. Jibreel said, ‘that is your ummah,’  and the prophet, peace and blessings be upon his soul, cried.”

-Reem Zohny

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