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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 it 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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Selfless Love

Your rejection of me…
does not reject my du’as for your happiness.
Your indifference to me…
does not negate my yearn for your wellness.
Your path away from me…
does not hinder my path of love for you.

For my love is selfless.

I love you with no desire for a return.
I care for you without reciprocated concern.
My tears call out for your success that is endless
I think about you despite your lack of awareness.
For your moments of joy are my ecstatic bliss.

Your passion for knowledge brings warmth to my soul
Your love of poetry flows through the blood of my bones
Your sincere longing for God is the ultimate goal
That has permeated my being and rendered me whole.

This poem is not about a specific person, it is expressing the sentiment and state of selfless love.  A lot of people may interpret this poem to mean that the writer has just been “rejected” from a lover, however that is not the case. I like to step into the shoes of other people, and try to understand how they may feel.  There are also many levels and dimensions of rejection.  A person may feel rejected by a child, a teacher, a community, an ideology, or a religious institution.  The last couple of lines indicate that the only thing worth taking out of the “rejector” is its yearning for God.  And it is this yearning for God, a separate entity from the rejector itself, that has made the writer feel whole.  The rejector itself cannot make the writer feel whole.

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Inner Intoxication

This love is unrestrained yet contained
Unveiled in the sacredness of night’s end
Upon the prayer mat this love begins to dance
The barrier of reason no longer holds back
The burning passion of the heart.
Let this inner intoxication come free
And take you out of the ordinary.
God revealed, “He has lied who claims to love Me
but who when night falls sleeps [and leaves] Me.
Does not every lover love to be alone with his beloved?”*

*last quote is from Imam al Haddad’s “Book of Assistance”

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I release you

How can I shackle you with the chain of my selfish love?
You belong to the Reality of Permanence
The fire of my passion no longer burns
For your transitory existence.

Now I love you more and without ego
But with a deeper sentiment and credo
Of Divine Unity and Oneness.
Out of my deepest love, I release you!
To this transcendence…
This realm of freedom-bliss!

Magnify the world with your talents and light!
Ascend closer to Him on the eternal Flight!
You inspire us to reach our spiritual height!
May your union with Him grow stronger and bright!

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The Real Gain in Female Companionship

Excerpt from Shaykh Hamza Yusuf’s “Climbing Mount Purgatorio: Reflections from the Seventh Cornice”:

The spiritual power of women is great, but so too is the power of their physical attraction to men. It is this power that causes vile men to want to dominate women, and virtuous men to honor and protect them. But that physical power of the female form over men is a sensory power that veils men from her metaphysical meaning. Her sensual form prevents the man lost in carnality from knowing her spiritual reality, that she is the source of mercy in the world. The Arabic and Hebrew word for womb (rahm) is derived from the word for mercy (rahma) and an expression of the creative power of God in man. In degrading woman, we degrade the highest qualities of our human nature; in elevating her, we elevate our highest nature. When her natural virtues—compassion, kindness, caring, selflessness, and love—predominate in men, men are able to overcome their natural vices and realize their full humanity. When, however, those virtues are absent, men descend to the lowest of the low and are worse than beasts. In unveiling the outward beauty of a woman, we become veiled from her inward beauty.

As a poet from the distant past wrote:

I said to my rose-cheeked lovely, “O you with bud-like mouth,
Why keep hiding your face, like flirting girls?”
She laughed and said, “Unlike the beauties of your world,
In the veil I’m seen, but without it I’m hidden.”

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