<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:08:20.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>Such short-life one does have. With just one chance to make it right. Much triviality complex and redundant. Adding spices to an otherwise bland and tasteless trial.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-8091976382118120638</id><published>2011-07-06T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:09:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Drops ....</title><content type='html'>For whom does your heart weep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-8091976382118120638?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8091976382118120638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=8091976382118120638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/8091976382118120638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/8091976382118120638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/tear-drops.html' title='Tear Drops ....'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-2852658774894014168</id><published>2011-06-22T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:48:41.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNwG-4JXtsE/TgF0JKwTawI/AAAAAAAAACA/mBwYxBFz0I4/s1600/pain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNwG-4JXtsE/TgF0JKwTawI/AAAAAAAAACA/mBwYxBFz0I4/s400/pain.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620901510789688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-2852658774894014168?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2852658774894014168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=2852658774894014168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/2852658774894014168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/2852658774894014168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-in-pain.html' title='When in pain'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNwG-4JXtsE/TgF0JKwTawI/AAAAAAAAACA/mBwYxBFz0I4/s72-c/pain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-2254017643357866592</id><published>2011-06-22T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:24:27.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heedlessness</title><content type='html'>I found myself deviating from the way,&lt;br /&gt;heedlessness chasing after the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Once near, it will kick me down&lt;br /&gt;And I had to chase it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Donkey, Stupid Donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let me near?&lt;br /&gt;It would look and bray&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who are the stupid one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-2254017643357866592?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2254017643357866592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=2254017643357866592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/2254017643357866592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/2254017643357866592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/heedlessness.html' title='Heedlessness'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-8774261965225212447</id><published>2011-06-21T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:52:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and Back Again</title><content type='html'>It is already the year 2011. It had been more than a year since I stopped writing here. Many things had happened since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a journey.&lt;br /&gt;A collection of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Snapshots of random events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many faces come and go.&lt;br /&gt;But the deeds remain..&lt;br /&gt;For good or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;A witness to be&lt;br /&gt;In the testament of Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-8774261965225212447?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8774261965225212447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=8774261965225212447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/8774261965225212447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/8774261965225212447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-and-back-again.html' title='Gone and Back Again'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-6302286503102974279</id><published>2009-12-12T06:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:11:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>Three years have passed&lt;br /&gt;So swiftly unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;Events that transpire&lt;br /&gt;both devastating and enriching&lt;br /&gt;that fill the gaps of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years have gone&lt;br /&gt;In flashes of moments&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly revealing&lt;br /&gt;the strengths and characters&lt;br /&gt;that would otherwise&lt;br /&gt;lay dormant unused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-6302286503102974279?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6302286503102974279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=6302286503102974279&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/6302286503102974279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/6302286503102974279'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-745563972389396192?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/745563972389396192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=745563972389396192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/745563972389396192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/745563972389396192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-hopes-and-love.html' title='Of Hopes and Love'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-115734107843057074</id><published>2006-09-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:37:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love is the greatest grace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;Mercy in Creation &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Mercy in Creation&lt;br /&gt;Hadith Qudsi says that Allah  said, “I was a hidden treasure, and I wished that I be recognized, and this is  why I created.” Hence the reason for creation was love (mohobbah). Allah created  everything out of love, and therefore He loves what He has created. Subsequently  He loves the believers even more intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith also says that Allah  divided His Mercy into seventy parts, and distributed one of those parts in the  creation around us. Let us think of all the love in this world; be it between a  mother and child, a husband and wife, a brother and sister, be it between  animals and their young, be it between friends. All the love amongst these  people and in this world comprises just one part out of seventy of Allah’s  Mercy. This brings to mind the question that what tremendous mercy might Allah  show on the Day of Judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird is a very weak little thing. It  builds a nest for its young and leaves to get food. Now if the nest was in a  house and the door is closed upon the bird’s return, this little bird will  frantically search for some way to get to its nest, flapping its wings at one  wall and then the next. She gets tired but keeps struggling to find a way to her  young so she can feed them. If the door opens she flies hurriedly to feed her  young, but if it remains shut then she will die flapping against the door,  looking for some passage to her young. This bird is such a little thing but  Allah has put such love inside it that she is willing to die but cannot tolerate  her young going hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken is also a very delicate little  creature, but it protects its young in its wings against a cat. It knows that it  is no match for the cat, but the mother’s love inside this chicken compels it to  stand up against the cat, because it knows that the cat will harm its children.  Such is the love that Allah has put inside this chicken that it is prepared to  give its life in defense of her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a mother can know and  understand how much love Allah has put in her heart for her children. This love  is a mountain and no one has been able to scale its heights; this love is an  ocean and no one has been able to calculate its depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves  her children unconditionally, with no display. A mother loves her child whether  the child is obedient or disobedient, honorable or dishonorable. After Allah and  His Messenger, only a mother can love even the disobedient. This world likes the  successful and good, but hates those who are hateful and disrespectful and  rejects them. However, a mother is a mother and loves her children no matter is  they are obedient or disobedient, kind or unkind. A mother cannot be separated  from her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman’s Yearning&lt;br /&gt;A woman’s greatest wish is to  become a mother, because that is how Allah has made her. She gets worried if  after marriage she somehow cannot have children, and prays day and night in  every prayer and in tahajjud. When she goes for Umra and Hajj she will pray for  children. She has such a yearning in her heart for motherhood that this becomes  the first thing that she prays for and it starts to consume her. Allah might  have given a big house and a successful husband who loves her, but something  will be missing from her life and she will be sad. She will only have one wish  despite all this, and that is the wish to become a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same  woman’s life will be transformed if Allah blesses her with children. Her face  will gleam and she will say that spring has come to her house. She spends all  day running after this child and stays awake all night catering to this child’s  needs. She stays sleepless and hungry for this child’s sake, but this struggle  and hardship seem easy for her. Why? This is only because Allah has put the love  of her children in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she forgets herself after begetting  children. She goes to the market but does not look for adult clothes for  herself, but searches for little clothes for her child and anything else she can  decorate the nursery with. If she becomes tired, one look at her child relieves  her of her fatigue; if she is worried, she hugs the child close to her and  forgets all these worries, and thinks that she has gained all the happiness in  the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even forgets her relations, in that if her sister dislikes  the child then she does not consider her a sister. Now the child becomes the  purpose and focal point of her life. This child grows up and starts working, but  the mother keeps worrying and stays up late waiting for him. The rest of the  household sleeps but this mother stays awake waiting and worrying about whether  the child has eaten or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the child hurts the mother to such a  degree that the mother says that she will never speak to him again, the child  only has to come and beg forgiveness and the mother will immediately do so  because she is a mother. If the mother has been hurt worse than this and says  that she will not forgive him, then if the child falls to her feet she will  immediately pardon him since a mother cannot bear to see her young son begging  her thus. If the mother is hurt worse than this and is angrier still, vowing not  to forgive him because he is so disobedient and hurtful, then he cries and begs  for forgiveness. The mother’s heart melts because she cannot bear to see her  child cry. Just a minute ago she was angry, vowing not to speak to her child,  but now she wipes his tears with her own shawl forgetting how this child had  hurt and angered her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her children so much that she cannot  bear to see tears coming from their eyes. Allah loves His creation much more  than a mother loves her children and cannot bear to see tears either. No matter  how much someone has strayed from the right path, Allah will forgive this person  if he begs for forgiveness with a sincere heart and vows to amend his ways. If  an ashamed servant of Allah comes to Him asking for forgiveness with a true  heart, Allah forgives him because of the tears that he sheds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of  Mercy&lt;br /&gt;Allah is extremely merciful. An idol worshipper used to worship an idol  named Sanam. He sat up calling the name “Ya Sanam” all night, and towards the  dawn he started getting drowsy and so he mistakenly took one of the Glorious  Names of Allah, “Ya Samad.” Allah immediately turned His attention and asked,  “What do you want My servant?” The angels said in astonishment, “O Allah, this  is an idol worshipper and only took Your Name in forgetfulness.” Allah said,  “This person calls on these idols all night and they don’t answer him. What  difference is there between Me and the idols if I don’t answer him  either?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah wants us to seek forgiveness and come towards Him. Hadith  says that the Messenger of Allah was traveling and stopped on the way at a  village. A woman was cooking at a fire nearby and he noticed that she constantly  had to push her child back who would come forward. She said to the Prophet, “I  work with this fire all day, my son wants to play with it but I have to push him  back all the time because I’m frightened for him. If Allah loves us more than we  love our children, how can He put us in Hell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this the  Messenger of Allah sat with his head bowed and his eyes filled with tears. He  cried for some time and then said, “Allah does not want to send His creation  into Hell, but it is man himself who buys Hell for himself through his  disobedience to Allah. He forgets where he has come from and who his Caretaker  is. He does not seek forgiveness from his Creator.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Merciful  Creator&lt;br /&gt;Allah is a Merciful God who wants to forgive us and His Mercy tries  to find excuses for forgiving us. We must take advantage of the time that we  have in this life and seek forgiveness and amend our ways. May Allah give us the  ability to seek His forgiveness and amend our ways. Ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from &lt;a href="http://al-ihsaan.blogspot.com"&gt;al-ihsaan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-115734107843057074?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115734107843057074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=115734107843057074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734107843057074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734107843057074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-love-is-greatest-grace.html' title='To Love is the greatest grace..'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-115734062653693818</id><published>2006-09-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:30:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeter than Sugar</title><content type='html'>Shaykh Jalãludeen Rumi (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“0 Heart! Is Sugar sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Or is the  Creator of sugar&lt;br /&gt;sweeter.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-115734062653693818?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115734062653693818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=115734062653693818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734062653693818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734062653693818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweeter-than-sugar.html' title='Sweeter than Sugar'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-115734057431459914</id><published>2006-09-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:29:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Lover</title><content type='html'>Shaykh .Jalãludeen Rumi (R) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will never attain success, &lt;br /&gt;until he does not&lt;br /&gt;Become a mad lover of Allah,&lt;br /&gt;but first You have to  meet one&lt;br /&gt;who is already mad with the&lt;br /&gt;love of Allah.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-115734057431459914?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115734057431459914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=115734057431459914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734057431459914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115734057431459914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/mad-lover.html' title='Mad Lover'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-115707708569244759</id><published>2006-09-01T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:18:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salawat Al-Fatih</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/484/1600/salawat_al_fatih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/484/320/salawat_al_fatih.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salawat Al-Fatih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Translation :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God bless our Master Muhammad (pbuh) who opened what had been closed, and who is the Seal of what had gone before, he who makes the Truth Victorious by the Truth, the guide to thy straight path, and bless his household as is the due of his immense position and grandeur.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arabic Transliteration :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahumma salli ' wa sallim was baarik ala Sayyidina Muhammadilnil-fatihi lima Ughliqa wal khatimi lima sabaqa wan-naa-siril-haqqibil-haqqi wal-hadi ila Sirati-kal-mustaqima sal-lal-lahu 'alayhiwa 'ala alihi wa-ashaabihi haqqa qadrihi wa-miq-da rihil-'azim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-115707708569244759?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115707708569244759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=115707708569244759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115707708569244759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/115707708569244759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/salawat-al-fatih.html' title='Salawat Al-Fatih'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-115526405283982976</id><published>2006-08-11T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:40:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry</title><content type='html'>Extracted from Shaykh Nazim's Ocean of Unity Sobhets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seal of Prophets, Sayyidina Muhammad, peace be upon him, imparted this good advice to mankind: "If you awaken in the morning and find that you are lacking nothing in the way of material sustenance, and that you and your family are in good health, then don't burden yourself with worry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Prophet advises us not to make problems for ourselves. If there are immediate and pressing problems, that is another story, but so many "problems" in people's minds are not problems at all except in their minds. They are only "projected problems" which may or may not ever materialize. This is the affliction of twentieth century man: anxiety, or suffering inflicted upon oneself over the possibility of future suffering. As a result of this neurotic anxiety people may suffer intensely over a long period of time, although none of what they fear ever materializes This is the epitome of foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are shouldering weekly, monthly and yearly burdens each day. Why carry such baggage when you may walk unburdened and find all that you need awaiting your arrival at each station of your journey? You only exist here and now. Tomorrow's "you" is only a fantasy, as you can't even know if you'll live that long. By inventing so many problems for yourself you are only making yourself ill. Is this advice of the Prophet not enough evidence of his adherence to a way that leads man to felicity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Almighty doesn't want His servants to suffer needless self-inflicted misery, and He says: "Oh My servants, don't load heavy burdens on yourselves by worrying about the future. Just bring yourselves in line with My will; accord with my purposes this moment, and then rest assured that I will help you keep your future moments similarly aligned with My will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you may understand my point from the following example. When a new railway track is laid, before a locomotive and train are ever sent over it, a two-wheeled cart is first drawn over it to check whether the tracks have been laid straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, if you can align your will to that of your Lord even for one moment, without carrying a heavy burden, you may be sure that your way is right, and that, even should times get rough, and so many burdens be coupled to your locomotive, your track is straight and true and you will pass along it smoothly and safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution to this moment's problem is the solution to next year's derailment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am here in western countries I daily encounter people carrying the weight of anticipated problems, It is so difficult in the modern world to escape from having this perspective, and to concentrate on the moment in order to put it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tens of thousands of problems in front of you all at once how should a solution seem possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often see people running into the mosque, saying the obligatory prayers quickly and running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask them: "What's the rush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they nervously look at their watches and say: "We have tarried in the mosque too long already. We have so many things to do today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply: "It is laudable to be industrious and to look after your affairs well, but who would look after your affairs were you to drop dead here and now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not encouraging people to spend their whole days in the mosque, but only trying to remind people who are not only running after their sustenance, but leaping, head over heels after ambitious all-encompassing undertakings that it is impossible to "master the world", and destructive to devote so much energy to their attempt, and with so much abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the world already has a Master, and addressing Him humbly and with presence of mind (not hurriedly) in your prayers is even more instrumental in attaining your sustenance than rushing through the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, far from attending to your affairs more efficiently by running, you are only likely to have a heart attack and die young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in a world of great big-time schemes, for such schemes will not save you from trouble, but entangle you in it even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your problems so that the solutions may be simple, also don't regard your problems with a magnifying glass, so that they are out of perspective: that habit will destroy you physically and spiritually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-115526405283982976?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115526405283982976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=115526405283982976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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much things to share&lt;br /&gt;Yet there was silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No whispers, no connection&lt;br /&gt;No warm, no love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally it hits me,&lt;br /&gt;That the Real self is infact missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By MK Aslan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113967753725701468?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113967753725701468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113967753725701468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113967753725701468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113967753725701468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/02/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113863169732354954</id><published>2006-01-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:34:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Couplets</title><content type='html'>You talk about loving God while you disobey Him;&lt;br /&gt;I swear by my life that this is something very strange.&lt;br /&gt;If you were truthful in your love, you would obey Him,&lt;br /&gt;For a lover obeys whom he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sufi saint Rabi'a al-'Adawiya r.a.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rabi'ah al-Adawiyya, a major spiritual influence in the classical Islamic world, is one of the central figures of the spiritual tradition.  She was born around the year 717 C.E. in what is now Iraq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113863169732354954?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113863169732354954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113863169732354954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113863169732354954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113863169732354954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-couplets.html' title='Love Couplets'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113842957372058349</id><published>2006-01-28T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:26:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail In the Fence</title><content type='html'>There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper,   he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,  The number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy  &lt;br /&gt;Now, pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father &lt;br /&gt;That all the nails were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you say things in anger,  they leave a scar just like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are very rare jewels, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your family and friends how much you care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by anonymous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113842957372058349?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113842957372058349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113842957372058349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113842957372058349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113842957372058349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/nail-in-fence.html' title='Nail In the Fence'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113712616475374789</id><published>2006-01-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:22:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power and Recognition</title><content type='html'>Power and recognition are conditions conducive to worldliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego will never neglect such an opportunity to demand its share of the excitement and admiration, and by so doing taint the whole process of spiritual endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beware . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113712616475374789?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113712616475374789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113712616475374789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113712616475374789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113712616475374789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/power-and-recognition.html' title='Power and Recognition'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113653315180311533</id><published>2006-01-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:39:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Persian, the Arab, the Turk and the Greek..</title><content type='html'>Four persons, a Persian, an Arab, a Turk, and a Greek, were travelling together, and received a present of a Durham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Persian said he would buy "angur" with it, the Arab said he would buy "inab," while the Turk and the Greek were for buying "uzum" and "astaphil" (staphyle), respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all these words mean one and the same thing, viz. "grapes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, owing to their ignorance of each other's languages, they fancied they each wanted to buy something different, and accordingly a violent quarrel arose between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last a wise man who knew all their languages came up and explained to them that they were all wishing for one and the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113653315180311533?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113653315180311533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113653315180311533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113653315180311533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113653315180311533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/persian-arab-turk-and-greek.html' title='The Persian, the Arab, the Turk and the Greek..'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113652936516212284</id><published>2006-01-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:40:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of relying on one's deeds...</title><content type='html'>Extracted in most parts from "Book of Wisdoms: al-Hikam al-'Ata'iyya" by Shaykh Nuh Ha Mim Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah created you and that which you do" (Qur’an 37:96).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The method of the spiritual ascent is threefold, consisting of knowledge (‘ilm), practice (‘amal), and the resultant state (hal) bestowed by Allah. Knowledge here means everything conveyed to us by the Holy Prophet (Allah bless him and give him peace), which is the content of the Sacred Law or shari‘a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice of this knowledge, inwardly and outwardly, with heart and limbs, is the spiritual path or tariqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resultant state, Allah’s drawing near to the heart that thus draws near to Him, is the dawning of the Divine Presence upon the soul, termed by Sufis "ultimate reality" or haqiqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn ‘Ata' Illah, as a spiritual guide, is concerned in this work with the second moment of this ascent, that of way and works, so begins his book by letting the traveller know that the matter of his spiritual progress is in Allah’s hands alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discouragement at the inevitable mistakes one makes in the path is a sign of relying on one’s deeds rather than on Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works, whether prayer, or the dhikr or "remembrance" of Allah, or fasting, or jihad, do not cause one to reach the end of the path, but are merely proper manners before the majesty of the Divine while on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as putting one’s net in the sea does not produce fish, though one must keep it there so that if Allah sends fish they can be caught—so too works are a net, and their spiritual outcomes are from Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Hurayra (Allah be well pleased with him) heard the Holy Prophet (Allah bless him and give him peace) say:&lt;br /&gt;"None of you shall be saved by his works." A man said, "Not even you yourself, O Messenger of Allah?" He said, "Not even me myself, unless Allah envelopes me in mercy from Him. But aim to do right" (Muslim, 4.2169: 2816).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113652936516212284?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113652936516212284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113652936516212284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113652936516212284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113652936516212284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/signs-of-relying-on-ones-deeds.html' title='Signs of relying on one&apos;s deeds...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113651037805249142</id><published>2006-01-06T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:39:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master was Present..and then, quietly he was Gone!</title><content type='html'>"It is related about one of the great Sufis of Khorasan: That he worked for long hours as a brickmaker, and when people offered him money in return, he refused it. He also used to have long talks with people, teaching them, encouraging them, and then was not to be seen for a long period of time, sometimes months on end. This confused the people who tried to learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man who used to be his student and now has since left him, complained bitterly to him about it and asked for an explanation of his conduct, saying: "If i have failed to understand, tell me, so that i may again be your student." The Sufi said: "I am afraid that i can say nothing to you about all this". This man then talked to others about the Sufi (whom he abandoned as his teacher) and soon, more and more complaints were heard about the Sufi from the other students. Gradually, more students began to lose interest in the Sufi. They instead, now attach themselves to all manner of frivolous and more exciting things of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, a small group of them found another teacher - a venerable dervish - to whom they later confided their dissapointment of the Sufi, their teacher whom they have abandoned. Their new teacher replied to them the following:&lt;br /&gt;"O you luckless one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) He was working as a brickmaker because to take your money, raw and vulnerable as you were, would have harmed you - and he took on the harm upon himself, preferring to labour, sacrificed his life and sweat in the burning sun for just a small salary;&lt;br /&gt;(2) When he left you on your own, it was sometimes his attention, through your own weaknessess, would have inflated you and made you worse;&lt;br /&gt;(3) At other times, he forsook you because he had to make supplications to ask from Allah that you, should not die before he could help you;&lt;br /&gt;(4) At other times, he left you alone because other people in greater need than you were to be attended to.&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind of people who see all his actions, which are all worthy ones - as faults, because you cannot perceive goodness and reality, and because you think only of your ownselves and that the whole world revolves around your ownselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the students heard this, they were ashamed, and they said: "O teacher! Give us permission to return to our ex-Master, to make amends to him!"&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "The permission is easy, and you have it; but the performance is impossible. He is now dead, because his earthly life had to stop the moment you deserted him; the moment you stopped listening to him; the moment his hand could not hold your hand to guide you. When he had nobody to attend to him, he had to continue on this journey, on his own - in another world - where he is more useful, and loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cried upon hearing this and regretted deeply, for their great Master was now gone! They asked their teacher : "How did you know all this?"&lt;br /&gt;He said: "I am the solitary remaining disciple of that same Master of yours whom you have all abandoned! Only one in a thousand people really want to learn. We were, at the outset, that one thousand people. As for the rest of your friends who are not here today and like you, have also abandoned the Sufi: they are not dead, but they - like you - have long ago decided that our late Master was insufficient to their needs. The consequence of this added belief, born out of the madness of the world, is that they are all still alive, and now more than proud of themselves, and all of them are flourishing in this world, and all of them are doomed for their attachment of this world - without that guiding hand to guide them out of this labyrinth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... by Idries Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113651037805249142?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113651037805249142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113651037805249142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113651037805249142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113651037805249142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/master-was-presentand-then-quietly-he.html' title='The Master was Present..and then, quietly he was Gone!'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113644322210612733</id><published>2006-01-05T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:40:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness in the way of the wilaya</title><content type='html'>Extracted from Al-Hikam Al-'ata'iyya : The Book of Wisdom by Sheykh Nuh Ha Min Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire means change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) first by takhliya or "ridding oneself " of the acts, motives, and states unacceptable to Allah; then&lt;br /&gt;2) tahliya or "adorning oneself " with good traits such as sincerity (ikhlas), trust (tawakkul), remembrance of Allah,&lt;br /&gt; and finally&lt;br /&gt;3) ma`rifa or knowledge of the Divine with which Allah remembers the person of dhikr who perseveres in these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rely on one's own efforts to bring about what Allah has already decided is "your striving for what is ensured to you," while not to change oneself is the "neglect of what is sought from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are blindness in the way of wilaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113644322210612733?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113644322210612733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113644322210612733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113644322210612733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113644322210612733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/blindness-in-way-of-wilaya.html' title='Blindness in the way of the wilaya'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113634548620275221</id><published>2006-01-04T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:31:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of knowledge...</title><content type='html'>Do not belittle people who seemingly lack of knowledge but instead strive to guide them with love and compassion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge by itself is not only useless but may be a mortal trap that leads to Satanic pride. Neither the proud nor the ignorant are excused; yet the loving, sincere, and repentent Sufi who suffers even severe gaps in his knowledge and adab is closer to Allah Most High and to knowledge of Allah than the knowledgeable Sufi who harbors a speck of pride in his heart. May Allah protect you and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim al-Khawwass said knowledge is not to know much but to obey the Sunna and practice what one knows even if a little. Imam Malik said knowledge is not to know many things but is a light Allah casts in the heart.Imam al-Shafi'i said knowledge is not to know proofs but to know what is beneficial.And when someone said of Ma'ruf al-Karkhi, "He is not very knowledgeable," Imam Ahmad said: " Mah! Allah forgive you! Is anything meant by Knowledge other than what Ma'ruf attained?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of this was extracted from &lt;a href="http://sultanulawliya.blogspot.com/2005/06/glimpse-at-our-beloved-mawlana-shaykh.html"&gt;http://sultanulawliya.blogspot.com/2005/06/glimpse-at-our-beloved-mawlana-shaykh.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113634548620275221?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113634548620275221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113634548620275221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113634548620275221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113634548620275221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/lack-of-knowledge.html' title='Lack of knowledge...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113586395132432512</id><published>2005-12-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:45:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah knows best...</title><content type='html'>'What seems from outside to be good for you, might 'in actual' be bad for you; and what seems from outside to be bad for you, might 'in actual' be good for you.'&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;-  our beloved Maulana Sheikh Nazim Al Haqqani Al Qubrusi&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt; -------------------&lt;br /&gt;A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend  that he grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that  ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, "This is good, Almighty knows best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend would load and prepare the guns for the King. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the King fired it and his thumb was blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examining the situation  the friend remarked as usual, "This is good! Almighty knows best."To which the King replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and ordered his soldiers to put his friend into jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, the King was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannibals captured the King and took him to their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the King was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after untying the King, they chased him out of the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the King reached his Palace, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend."You were right" the King said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I am very sorry  for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," his friend replied, "this is good ... Almighty knows best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, 'this is good'! How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's friend replied: "Remember that the Almighty knows best and if I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you(on this hunting trip)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knows what is before them and what is behind them: And to Allah go back all questions (for decision)"   Qur'an:Surah Al Hajj  22:76&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113586395132432512?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113586395132432512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113586395132432512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586395132432512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586395132432512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/allah-knows-best.html' title='Allah knows best...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113586352032221473</id><published>2005-12-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:38:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open to the Secret of Secrets</title><content type='html'>If you could get rid of yourself just once,&lt;br /&gt;The secret of secrets&lt;br /&gt;Would open to you.&lt;br /&gt;The face of the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden beyond the universe&lt;br /&gt;Would appear on the&lt;br /&gt;Mirror of your perception.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, may Allah sanctify his soul, &amp;amp; bless his secret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113586352032221473?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113586352032221473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113586352032221473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586352032221473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586352032221473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/open-to-secret-of-secrets.html' title='Open to the Secret of Secrets'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113586081406227627</id><published>2005-12-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:53:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming an Artisan..</title><content type='html'>I found this most delightful story on &lt;a href="http://anab-whitehouse.blogspot.com"&gt;http://anab-whitehouse.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once lived a person who was sincere skeptic concerning the mystical path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, although this individual was willing to allow for the possibility of truths and realities beyond the sensory, material realms, nevertheless, there were a lot of things concerning spirituality which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him, and over which he puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, he questioned why mysticism seemed to be couched in so much secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, he didn’t understand why there appeared to be such a hide-and-seek quality to the whole process –- that is, he didn’t understand why the truths of the mystical path just couldn’t be laid out for everyone to see so that those who were interested could obtain what they needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, he didn’t really see the need for a teacher, or, stated in an alternative way, he wondered why Divinity just didn’t approach people directly through either their rational and/or their spiritual faculties rather than seeming to channel things through a mystical guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man also had a variety of questions about philosophy, government, and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the questions to which he kept returning were the ones he had concerning the mystical path, and these sort of questions seemed, for him, at least, more important than the other questions which preoccupied him from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life being what it is, such questions often had to be put aside as he went about trying to earn a living and support his family. In fact, although this person was a hard worker, he had been encountering considerable difficulty finding a steady job because of the condition of the economy.This person had a college degree, but he preferred working with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, he had become fairly proficient in a wide variety of skills -– from light carpentry, to electrical work, and, as well, he had a smattering of mechanical abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was a resourceful person, he often was able to scramble sufficiently well to earn enough money to pay rent, purchase food, and buy clothes for his family, but not much more. Nonetheless, through a combination of factors -– among which was the lack of a union card -– he always seemed to be engaged in a financial high wire balancing act in which he worked without a net, and, quite frequently, wondered if the would be able to stretch what little money he had to reach the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had learned to be flexible and adaptable with respect to the jobs he took. Furthermore, he always was looking out for new opportunities -– things that either would allow him to develop additional skills or which might open up new career possibilities that offered more permanent job status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he was in between jobs and was scouring the Internet, the newspaper classifieds, and job agencies, looking for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which was available involved using his hands -- an apprenticeship position in a pottery shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was located within a reasonable distance from his house.He called the indicated number, and after several tries, got through to the owner of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an elderly woman who was getting too old for certain aspects of her business and was looking for someone who would help her out.She couldn’t afford to pay much more than minimum wage, but the work would be steady for the foreseeable future, and, as a sort of compensation for the low wages, she was prepared to train the person she hired to become a potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even indicated that if she found the right person, she would consider selling the business.Due, among other things, to an increase in relatively wealthy clientele who, on the one hand, were looking for original works of art, and, who, on the other hand, were searching for certain kinds of pots to use in cooking and baking, the woman’s business was more thriving than it had ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were looking for products of durability and quality, and they were quite ready to pay good prices for the right sort of pots. The woman specialized in cooking pots. However, she was an expert craftsperson in all manner of pottery.After talking with the woman, the man discussed the situation with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went over the pros and cons of the possibility, and, eventually, they both decided that the job seemed to have considerable potential -- both short-term and long-term.He phoned the owner of the shop again and said he would like to apply for the job. They arranged to meet the next afternoon, and by the end of the day, he was hired as the woman’s apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was very meticulous in her training methods, and there was far more to learn than the man originally had suspected. The woman wanted to impress on her newly hired apprentice that there were significant differences between pots which were mass-produced and those which were done in the traditional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, at the end of the first week, after he had been given enough information which would enable him to make a pot that would be similar in quality to the ones which were mass-produced, she had him fashion several baking pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process only took a short time, and when he completed the assignment, she had him set the pots aside, on a storage shelf, as a reminder of his first efforts. The next day she continued on with his apprenticeship program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a number of years, he had become quite adept in all facets of making pots, and the owner was quite pleased with his progress.One day she informed her apprentice that she wanted to retire and, with certain reservations, might be willing to turn the whole business over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew he was not a wealthy person and said she was prepared to take regular payments for the business until such time as it was completely paid for.However, before she retired, she wanted to make sure the man really had mastered everything he needed to know about the making of pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shop had developed a considerable reputation, and she didn’t want to see all that hard work go to waste as a result of a decline in the quality of the pots which were sold through the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, she informed him that she wanted to be his first customer, and she commissioned him to make a special cooking pot -– one that was particularly difficult to make because, among other things, it had to impart a certain, precise taste to the foods which were cooked in it. This aspect of taste was very subtle, and if the pot was not made in just the right way, that taste would not be imparted, even though the pot might be perfectly serviceable in every other respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process for producing such a pot was very complicated and time-consuming. Among other things, not just any kind of clay could be used in making the pot. Furthermore, there were certain natural ingredients that had to be prepared in an exacting manner and which had to be added at precisely the right time during the process, and, finally, the pot had to kept in a kiln for an extended period at a carefully regulated temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had taught him everything he needed to know to accomplish the task. Now, however, she wanted to determine if the appropriate lessons had been learned. If he was able to produce the desired pot, then, whatever reservations the woman had about turning the shop over to him would disappear, and she would be able to retire with a clear conscience.The man set about making the pot, and nearly six week later, the pot was completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the quality of the pot had to be tested.The woman prepared some food to put in the pot. Since she had made more food than the pot could hold, she took several more pots down from the shelf, and filled them, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three pots were covered and placed in the cooking oven.An hour later, the oven was opened, and the woman set about removing the cooked food. Unfortunately, one of the pots had shattered, although the other two were intact.After cleaning up the mess from the shattered container, the woman turned her attention to the other two pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took several wooden spoons and dipped each spoon into a different pot.She tasted from the first spoon, and her nose wrinkled. She shook her head in a disapproving manner.She tasted from the second spoon. A gleam came into her eyes, and her countenance radiated with approval.Then, she invited her apprentice to dip the two spoons into the respective pots and taste the contents of the spoons as she had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon tasting, the apprentice’s reactions were much as the shop’s owner had been.The shop owner turned to her former apprentice and said: “The pot which shattered was one of the two you had made when you first came here. It was made in haste and, as a result, was not able to withstand the heat of the oven.“The pot which yielded the distasteful food was the other pot you made shortly after you first arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it managed to survive the heat intact, nonetheless, it spoiled the taste of the food because of its poor quality. The average person might not have been able to notice the problem, but a true artisan would have detected the defect and its effect upon the food.“The pot which contained the very tasty food was the one you just completed, and, I am happy to say it was made perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you, obviously, have mastered everything which I tried to teach you, and you are no longer an apprentice, but, now you are an artisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I see no reason why we can’t go ahead and draw up the papers for transferring the shop to you.”The man was very happy with the outcome of things and thanked her for all her help, knowledge, and patience across the years. He was excited and wanted to call his wife and tell her the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was about to make the call when the woman stopped him, and said: “There is something more which I have to say to you.” The man put the phone down and waited for her to speak.She said: “You not only know how to make pots, you also have the answer to some of your questions about the mystical path which you had when you first started working with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was rather startled because he had never talked to the woman about such matters. While he was trying to figure out how she knew, she continued on.“Many of the techniques which I have taught you are secret because if they were to fall into the hands of the wrong people who had little, or no, appreciation for the artistry of pot-making, they would exploit such knowledge by trying to cut corners and, in the process, produce pots which either were not able to withstand theheat or which imparted an offensive taste to the food. The same is true in mysticism.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, just as it took time for you to learn the intricacies of pottery through combining knowledge and an appropriate set of experiences, so, too, it takes time to learn the intricacies of the mystical path. One needs more than information in order to be able to accomplish this -- one also needs the right set of experiences, and, as well, one needs to work with someone who knows how to utilize those experiences in order to help an apprentice develop a deeper understanding of what is needed to become an artisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And, the former point leads into my final comment. There are many books on pottery which are available in trade stores. You could have read all of those books and still not have understood what you have learned by interacting with me over an extended time. The learning which takes place between an artisan and her or his apprentice is much different than the learning that occurs when someone reads a book. “You could not have made the pot you just did merely by reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a special chemistry between the two of us which has developed over the years, and it is that chemistry which has found its way into this pot you recently made, and it is that chemistry which an artisan passes on to an apprentice and which transforms the apprentice into an artisan.”The woman, paused for a moment, and, then, said: “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions you have had about the realm of spirituality were sincere ones, and Divinity responded to that sincerity by sending you to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ready and interested, perhaps, I could use my retirement to help you learn about the real purpose of life -– which, by the way, is not to make pots ... even ones of quality. Rather, the making of quality pots merely represents a worthwhile point of departure.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113586081406227627?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113586081406227627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=113586081406227627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586081406227627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/113586081406227627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/becoming-artisan.html' title='Becoming an Artisan..'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-113469980217907021</id><published>2005-12-16T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:23:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>Impatience is a clear indicator of your level of trust in God's will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-113469980217907021?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/113469980217907021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;In the Twilight of the Nights&lt;br /&gt;Whispering sweet melodies in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Not much caring for any other&lt;br /&gt;But to Whom closest to the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-112307754864388894?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/112307754864388894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=112307754864388894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/112307754864388894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/112307754864388894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/08/secret-lovers.html' title='Secret Lovers'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111984830878886873</id><published>2005-06-27T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:58:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your Intentions for Allah's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make your Intentions for Allah's Sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shaikh Muhammad Nazim Adil al-Haqqani (Naqshbandi-Haqqani Sufi Order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sohbat, Tashkent, 4/14/2001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May Allah grant us His Blessings here and hereafter, [amin].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah forgive our sins and change our bad characteristics into good characteristics and take away our sins and instead of our sins change them into good deeds. We hope as we have been gathered here through this life, we hope that we shall meet on the Day of Resurrection under the Holy Flag of Rasulullah (s), liwa'il hamd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your way. If your heart is in satisfaction, if you can find contentment through yourself that means you are on the right path. If all people say to you, "You are on the wrong way," but your heart is saying to you, "You are on the right way," keep what your heart is saying and try to continue on that way. If your heart is in contentment that contentment will take away doubts and hesitation from you. Real faith prevents something of hesitation or doubt to enter the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you reached the point that you never feel doubt and hesitation through your heart that means you are on the right steps to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you may look after your intention. Because intention it is like the wheel of the car, giving direction to people. If not this wheel on the car, can you use that car?  What are you calling this wheel? [steering wheel] hearing? Hearing? You understand what I mean to say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lost it that car is useless. It is dangerous! You can't use it. You can't reach anywhere. Therefore intention is the most important factor for our actions. And Allah Almighty is looking... more than to your actions, to what is your intention when you are doing something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A person may do something either for his ego's pleasure or for his Lord's pleasure. There is not a third factor. No! You may act either for Your Lord's pleasure -  trying to make your Lord pleased with you; or you are trying to make your ego pleased with you. There is no third factor, no. Either right or left. &lt;br /&gt;You are always in a crossway. You must choose one of two ways: one taking you to the Pleasure of Allah Almighty; and the second taking you to your ego's pleasure, as well as to shaytan's pleasure. Through every action therefore, intention is an obligation for everyone seeking to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are going to pray you must say, "I am praying for the pleasure of my Lord as He ordered me. To be His obedient servant." When you are making wudu` you must say or you must intend, "I am washing, I am making ablution for my Lord's pleasure. I am trying to follow His Holy commands as I am a sincere servant for Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And [for] everything in such a way you must make an intention. If your intention is correct, Allah Almighty may forgive if there is anything wrong in your acting, He may say, "Doesn't matter, because My servant's intention was to make Me pleased and he was intending to keep My Order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gives honor to you, that you are intending to keep His Divine Order. To keep Heavenly Orders. That is important. You must intend for everything you do, because of His Holy Commands. We are sitting here for His Holy Commands. Say to yourself, "I intend this because He is pleased for us to come to jama`at, to pray in jama`at, as well as to hear something from heavenly teachings that are correcting my actions to be good efforts and actions to be suitable or acceptable towards His Divinely Presence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is enough. It must be clear for everyone. Not for anyone else's, only for His Pleasure. And the Prophet's (s) pleasure - when you are keeping his (s) sunnah, you are making him (s) pleased, and his (s) pleasure is from His Lord's pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;And also awliya's orders or advice, when you are going to keep their orders and advice that makes awliya happy with you, and it is also for the pleasure of Rasulullah (s), and that is the pleasure of Allah Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together with you since 12 or 13 or 14 days, about two weeks. And I was addressing our hosts, the Uzbek people, trying to speak to them to give them something of the reality of Sufi orders. Because this place is the most important place for Sufi orders and the most distinguished Naqshbandi Order grew up through this holy land. I was busy with them, because up to today I was only here a short time with them and according to our Grandshaykhs&lt;br /&gt;[Khawajagan Grandshaykhs buried in Uzbekistan] I was speaking to them, and my speech was giving something to their empty hearts - planting through their empty hearts something of Divine Love, something of the Prophet's love - that is the Lord's love, heavenly love. I was occupied for that purpose. Now I found a short time with you [to speak in English] in just the several times you have been with me, though you heard so many times association from me where I am only a translator for the transmission coming from our grandshaykhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only found this short time for addressing you and it is a summary to you [from what I was speaking to our Uzbek hosts]. As long as you can hold to it, you are never going to fail, here or hereafter. Because it is a summary of all holy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah forgive me and bless you. Allah Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Sovereignty is through His Eternity. Try to be His honored servants, not dishonored ones. Try to be only for Him, an honored servant. that is your most high reward, your most high honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi-hurmatil habib, allahuma zid habibika `izzan wa sharafan wa nuran wa sururan wa ridwanan wa sultanan bi-hurmatil habib, bi-hurmatil fatiha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111984830878886873?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111984830878886873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111984830878886873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111984830878886873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111984830878886873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/make-your-intentions-for-allahs-sake.html' title='Make your Intentions for Allah&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111979865199419572</id><published>2005-06-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:10:52.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ways of the Lovers</title><content type='html'>The Lovers of Allah Walk in One of the Three Paths&lt;br /&gt;by Sheik Taner Ansari (Qadiri Rifai Sufi Order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah er Rahman er Rahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of Ahyar (virtuous people):&lt;br /&gt;The wayfarers of this path want to reach Allah by praying a lot, making tasbih, fasting, and going to Hajj. For these people it takes a long time to reach Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of Abrar (righteous people):&lt;br /&gt; The ones in this catagory fight against their nafs. They try to convert their bad manners into good manners by dieting. There are more people who reach Allah this way than by Ahyar. The people who follow the path of Abrar want to tame their nafs and rule their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of Shattariya (distinct people):&lt;br /&gt;The people in this path neither concentrate on dieting, nor converse much with the awam (general people). They have no business but joy, thankfulness, and zikr. There are more people who reach Allah this way than through Ahyar and Abrar. The wayfarers (salik) of this path are busy with burning their nafs, cleaning their hearts, and polishing their souls (ruh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tazkiyay-i-nafs (burning the nafs):&lt;br /&gt;To save nafs from bad habits, e.g., lying, lust, gossip, greed, passion, abusive behavior, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasviyay-i-qalb (heart being pure):&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the heart so that the light of the truth enters there. The person can then see Haqq's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tajliyay-i-ruh (shining of the soul):&lt;br /&gt;Shining of the ruh with the divine light. The people who are on this path don't pay attention to karama (miracles). They have no direction other than "die before you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qadiri path is the Shattariya path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is divided into ten sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ten Sections of Shattariya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawba (repentance):&lt;br /&gt;To leave desires, as in the state of death, because they look to other than Allah and create duality in the heart. The people who are closer to Haqq stay away from bad deeds. When a person wants to repent, he has to remove the intention of sinning from his nafs, and then he must wipe the sin off his heart. The repentance of the innocent is superior to others' repentance, because they don't sin, but at the same time they repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuhd (highest asceticism):&lt;br /&gt;As it is visualized in the state of death, to distance yourself from the world, the love of the world, the material of the world, and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawakkul (trust in Allah, giving oneself over to His care):&lt;br /&gt;As in the state of death, to ignore seemingly worldly causes and reasons, and be with Allah. You mustn't say this was like this and that was like that, but know that all is from Haqq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kana'a (contentment):&lt;br /&gt;As in the state of death, to distance yourself from the lust and pleasure of the world, and be happy with your situation, whether you have less or more. Our Prophet (saws) says, "Kana'a is a treasure that cannot be depleted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzlat (devotional seclusion):&lt;br /&gt;As in the state of death, to cut your relation with the created, and living in seclusion, to find wahdet (oneness) in the outpost of kasret (multiplicity). It is contemplating Haqq with your inner, and being with the created with your outer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawajjuh (turning towards):&lt;br /&gt;As in the state of death, to turn your face to Allah, leaving other than Allah behind you. It is to fall in love with Haqq and His messenger, and to be annihilated in Allah. Whoever turns to the Messenger (saws) will be happy in both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabur (patience):&lt;br /&gt;To be patient against the desires and pleasures of nafs. To be as in the state of death. In the state of death, a lot of animals and bugs eat a person's corpse, but he doesn't get up and say, "What are you doing?" He can't even move, because his soul has cut its relation with his corpse. You have to be patient with all adversities and afflictions, as in the state of that corpse. The Prophet Job's (saws) patience is an example for this. Allah tests human beings in this world for patience and endurance. To them, and especially the ones whom He loves, He gives loss of property and children. He puts them into a variety of hardships to see if the servant of Allah will say, "Eyvallah, it's all right, these hardships come from Haqq." If a person is patient in the face of all such adversities, he will attain higher degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridza (cheerful acceptance):&lt;br /&gt;To leave your nafs, accept Allah's decrees, to surrender to things that have been decided from the beginning, and not to object to Allah's doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zikr (remembrance of Allah):&lt;br /&gt;To distance yourself from mentioning the maasiwah (other than Allah), and to say "Wana hayti qalbi an maasiwallah" ("O my Lord, take maasiwah out of my heart, may my tongue not make zikr of other than You"). Allah the Most High says, " I am closer to the person who makes zikr of Me much." Making zikr of Allah is like a blacksmith shaping iron with a hammer. The only thing is that you have to do it in the proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muraqaba (vigilant contemplation):&lt;br /&gt;To leave your supposed power, strength, and what you know behind, to be in the presence of the divine, where there is no trace of you in you, and contemplate Haqq, as you are annihilated in It. The state between the archangelic world and the divine world is the state of Haqqiqa. Whoever reaches to that degree will attain the secret of the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111979865199419572?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111979865199419572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111979865199419572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111979865199419572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111979865199419572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/ways-of-lovers.html' title='The ways of the Lovers'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111925266993709117</id><published>2005-06-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:27:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaffirming Intention</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum wr. wb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog serves as a reminder to myself as I tread the path of a seeker. This post serves as a re-affirmation of my intention. A mirror of my journey to discover the hidden treasure within. Many postings here are extracted from wise seekers and murshids to help me documented important lessons in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has loaned us a limited number of breaths for us to choose how best to use it. It is said that the inhabitant of the hereafter regretted not of what they did but of lost opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God reminds us in the Quran : "I have created Jinns and Men so that they worship Me (alone) " (Sura 51:56)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time on Earth is limited by the number of breaths we are assigned to and for these, God reminds us again in Surah Asr :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Al-'Asr (the time)&lt;br /&gt;Verily! Man is in loss,&lt;br /&gt;Except those who believe and do righteous good deeds,&lt;br /&gt;and recommend one another to the truth, and recommend one another to patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe + Righteous good deeds + Truth + Patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111925266993709117?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111925266993709117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111925266993709117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111925266993709117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111925266993709117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/reaffirming-intention.html' title='Reaffirming Intention'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111924352944782463</id><published>2005-06-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:58:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eight Benefits</title><content type='html'>The below article is taken from a book written by Imam Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali (may Allah have Mercy on his soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good story to meditate and reflect over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatim Al-Asam was among the friends of Shaqiq Al-Balkhi. One day Shaqiq asked Hatim "You have kept my company for thirty years, what have you gained in the course of these years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatim replied: "I have gained eight benefits. I hope my salvation and safety are embodied in them. Shaqiq asked Hatim to mention them.Hatim Al-Asam said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first benefit: I observed the creation and saw that everyone had loved one another and passionately desired whom he loved and longed for. Some of the beloved accompany the lover up to the brink of sickness and death and others to the gate of the graveyard. All of them return and leave them alone. No one goes into the coffin with them. I looked into the matter and said to myself: 'The best beloved is that which would enter the tomb with the lover to console him'. I found it to be nothing else then good works, so I took this as my beloved, to illuminate my grave for me and to comfort me in it and not leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second benefit: I saw people were following their lusts and hastening towards the desires of their souls; I meditated on the saying of Allah (God) "But as for whoever has feared the majesty of his Lord and has refrained his soul from lust, truly the Garden shall be his dwelling place". Convinced that the Quran was true and right, I began to deny my soul (its pleasures) and hurried to combat it and refuse it its passionate desires, until it enjoyed real satisfaction in obedience to Allah the Exhalted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third benefit: I saw that every human being is trying their best to accumulate as much as they can from this world and then holding onto it strongly. I meditated on the Quranic verse "What is with you must vanish; what is with Allah must endure". So I gave freely my worldly possessions for His sake by distributing them among the poor so that it would be my provision in the future with Him the Exalted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth benefit: Some people I observed think that their dignity and honour lie with their family and large clans. Others claimed honour and dignity in abundance of wealth and children and they are proud of it. Some believe in honour and power lies by appropriating the wealth of others, doing injustice to them and shedding their blood. Others consider dignity by spending wealth extravagently and in a foolish manner. I meditated on the saying of Allah: "The most honoured of you in the sight of Allah is he who is the most righteous of you". I chose righteousness for myself, convinced that the Quran is right and true and the claims and opinions of those people (at the time) are false and temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth benefit: I found people slandering each other and speaking ill of one another out of envy of fortune, power and knowledge. I meditated on the saying of Allah: "It is We Who divide their livelihood among them in the life of this world". I realised that the dividing of livelihood is entirely in the hands of Allah since the beginning of time. Therefore I never envied anyone and was satisfied with what Allah had given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth benefit: I saw people becoming enemies of one another for different reasons. I meditated upon the saying of Allah: "Verily Satan is an enemy to you, so treat him as a enemy". I become aware that enmity with anyone but Satan was not permissible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh benefit: I saw everyone working hard exhausting themselves in obtaining food and sustenance, tempted by doubts and forbidden things. They degrade themselves in humiliation. I pondered over the saying of Allah: "There is no creature on earth but its sustenance is dependent on Allah". I knew that my livelihood is guaranteed by Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eigth benefit: I saw everyone relied on a created thing, some on currency, some on wealth and property, some on trade and craft and some on creatures like themselves. I meditated on the saying of Allah: "And whosoever places his reliance on Allah sufficient is Allah for him. Allah will surely accomplish His purpose. Verily for all things has Allah appointed a due proportion. I therefore placed full trust in Allah (We should all try to do the same). He is sufficient for me and He is the best Disposer of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Shaqiq said: "May Allah bless you and grant you success. I looked into the Old and New Testament, the Zabur (Psalms of David) and the Quran and have found that the four books revolve around these eight benefits. Whoever works according to them is working according to these four books".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111924352944782463?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111924352944782463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111924352944782463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111924352944782463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111924352944782463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/eight-benefits.html' title='The Eight Benefits'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111813499922682650</id><published>2005-06-07T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:03:19.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish is just a foolish illusion unless...</title><content type='html'>A wish is just a foolish illusion unless accompanied by intention and action&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111813499922682650?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111813499922682650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111813499922682650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111813499922682650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111813499922682650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/wish-is-just-foolish-illusion-unless.html' title='A wish is just a foolish illusion unless...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111813393501485416</id><published>2005-06-07T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:45:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Prose</title><content type='html'>Oh my beloved, how often do I say&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet with ease the words play on my lips&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, the song in the heart&lt;br /&gt;plays a different tune.&lt;br /&gt;For alas, the love is but a shadow replaced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111813393501485416?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111813393501485416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111813393501485416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111813393501485416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111813393501485416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-prose.html' title='Love Prose'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111637596210987947</id><published>2005-05-18T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:26:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Forty Jugs</title><content type='html'>Extract from &lt;a href="http://www.uksufi.co.uk/Newcomers/love_the_water_of_life.htm"&gt;Sheikh Nazim's discourse on 'Love is the Water of Life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the story of Noah, peace be upon him. He is one of the five greatest prophets of God. He called on his people day and night for years, asking them to leave their evildoing, to repent and return to love of God and His worship and to abstain from wrong. His people rejected him repeatedly and scoffed at him. As much as he preached they rejected his teachings.&lt;br /&gt;However he was patient and continued to preach to them. They never let up in their mockery of him. So it continued for years and years, and Noah was persistent and patient. He did not tire of calling his people to truth and goodness, and they in turn did not tire of scoffing at him. This continued for decades, a century, two centuries, and Noah was patient and persistent. Three centuries, four, five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nine centuries of non-stop preaching accompanied by endless mockery and rejection, Noah reached his limit. Finally he asked God to punish his people and to send a flood upon them and not leave a single one of them alive. As he was a prophet of God, God was obliged to answer his prayer. We know what came to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once some time after having been saved from the flood, the Lord addressed Noah saying, "O my servant, I am asking you to go and with your utmost care make for Me forty clay jugs." As he was an obedient servant and a great prophet, Noah immediately went about complying with this order. He gathered the finest clay he could find and spent days and nights laboring with love to create 40 beautiful clay jugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much effort, the Lord then addressed Noah again saying: "O my servant, now that you have made these forty jugs, go outside and take each one and throw it down upon the rocks." Noah, an obedient servant, had no choice but to obey. He took the jugs which he had spent so much effort in making, and one-by-one smashed them against the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Lord addressed Noah, saying: "Oh Noah, you made forty clay jugs, and it was odious to you to break them. Do you think that it was a pleasure for Me to kill all of My servants, even though they were unbelievers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Noah began to cry and wail. So proverbial was his wailing that "Nuh" came to mean "wail" in Arabic. &lt;a href="http://www.uksufi.co.uk/Newcomers/love_the_water_of_life.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111637596210987947?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111637596210987947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111637596210987947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111637596210987947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111637596210987947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/05/noahs-forty-jugs.html' title='Noah&apos;s Forty Jugs'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111629122475352453</id><published>2005-05-17T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:53:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extracts from Shaykh Nazim's Discourse</title><content type='html'>Our Grandsheikh described how a Derwish may be acceptable as a servant to Allah Almighty. “He must have one character from each of three animals,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”From the donkey, he must be able to carry burdens with patience and without objection. Unless he can do this he will be unsuccessful, because without patience one cannot carry the responsibilities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dog, he must learn faithfulness to his master. If the master tells the dog to stay somewhere until he returns, that dog will stay, even until death. If the owner beats it and chases it away, the dog will still return, with its tail wagging, when its master calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when a man looks at a pig, he must know that his nafs is dirtier and filthier than a pig. The dirt of pigs is external, it comes from eating dirty things. But the nafs is dirty inside. Its dirt comes from fighting with its Lord. A perfect man must have such a character that he will accept whatever dirt is thrown on him, whether by words or by actions, knowing that his nafs is dirtier.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three  characteristics give a man rest and satisfaction in his heart. Only in this way can he reach happiness in this life. These are the characteristics of Prophets and Saints...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111629122475352453?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111629122475352453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111629122475352453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111629122475352453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111629122475352453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/05/extracts-from-shaykh-nazims-discourse.html' title='Extracts from Shaykh Nazim&apos;s Discourse'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111623451584142985</id><published>2005-05-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:08:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Training : Riyada</title><content type='html'>Bismillahi ir-Rahman nir Rahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems from Imam Malik:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Say the truth : If don't know, say I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be the most silent one in a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These will make u train the ego, to ride it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111623451584142985?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111623451584142985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111623451584142985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111623451584142985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111623451584142985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/05/training-riyada.html' title='The Training : Riyada'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111547667158715132</id><published>2005-05-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:39:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jihad against the nafs</title><content type='html'>The Prophet (s) said: "The fighter against unbelief is he who fights against his ego in&lt;br /&gt;obeying God"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufyan al-Thawri said: "I never dealt with anything stronger against me than&lt;br /&gt;my own ego; it was one time with me, and one time against me"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahya ibn Mu`adh al-Razi&lt;br /&gt;said: "Fight against your ego with the four swords of training: eat little, sleep little, speak&lt;br /&gt;little, and be patient when people harm you... Then the ego will walk the paths of obedience,&lt;br /&gt;like a fleeing horseman in the field of battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal comment:&lt;br /&gt;eat little - ok&lt;br /&gt;sleep little - not so ok&lt;br /&gt;speak little - ok&lt;br /&gt;be patient when people harm you - eeerrrrrr sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : A long way to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111547667158715132?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111547667158715132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111547667158715132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111547667158715132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111547667158715132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/05/jihad-against-nafs.html' title='The Jihad against the nafs'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111509044458947872</id><published>2005-05-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:20:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith in our Lord..</title><content type='html'>In life, there is no guarantee among creations.&lt;br /&gt;But those who have faith in their Lord and Creator,&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair&lt;br /&gt;For every closed door,&lt;br /&gt;He will open ten more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111509044458947872?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111509044458947872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111509044458947872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111509044458947872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111509044458947872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-faith-in-our-lord.html' title='Have faith in our Lord..'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111456205861260162</id><published>2005-04-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:35:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking higher Truths...</title><content type='html'>I was pondering over this one verse from the holy Quran (S34, Ayat 46) with the translation and commentary by Abdullah Yusuf Ali, that would be refreshing for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Say: "I do admonish you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On one point: that ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do stand up before Allah,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(It may be) in pairs, (*1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or (it may be) singly,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And reflect (within yourselves):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Your Companion is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Possessed: he is no less&lt;br /&gt;Than a Warner to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In face of a terribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chastisement".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;--- Commentary by Yusuf Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(*1) : A crowd mentality is not the best for the perception of the final spiritual truths. For these, it is necessary that each soul should commune within itself with earnest sincerity as before Allah: if it requires a Teacher, let it seek out one, or it may be that it wants the strengthening of inner convictions that dawn on it, by support of a sympathiser or friend. But careful and heart-felt reflection is necessary to appraise the higher Truths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111456205861260162?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111456205861260162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111456205861260162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111456205861260162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111456205861260162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/seeking-higher-truths.html' title='Seeking higher Truths...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111439443155163022</id><published>2005-04-25T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:02:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing to Love</title><content type='html'>I lift this section from &lt;a href="http://myheartspeakstoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;'My Heart Speaks' &lt;/a&gt; Blog. Do visit that blog if you are hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choosing to Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't choose whom you love.&lt;br /&gt;He chooses them.&lt;br /&gt;If you had that choice to choose;&lt;br /&gt;then the road would be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom he puts in your life, is part of your test:&lt;br /&gt;to bear with them, to accept them and most of all to love them&lt;br /&gt;despite all that they may agitate you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, they come from Him and they return to Him,&lt;br /&gt;just like you did and will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...And We have made some of you as a trial for others: will you have patience?&lt;br /&gt;And your Lord is Ever All-Seer" (Surah al-Furqan:20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111439443155163022?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111439443155163022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111439443155163022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439443155163022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439443155163022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/choosing-to-love.html' title='Choosing to Love'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111439427281874986</id><published>2005-04-25T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:03:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good food for the soul</title><content type='html'>I am always hungry and I love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;When I visits  &lt;a href="http://myheartspeakstoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;The heart speaks&lt;/a&gt;   and &lt;a href="http://theeminence.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Light of Eminence &amp;amp; Sufism&lt;/a&gt; blogs, I get even hungrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111439427281874986?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111439427281874986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111439427281874986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439427281874986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439427281874986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-food-for-soul.html' title='Good food for the soul'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111439020360527343</id><published>2005-04-25T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:06:06.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is but a poetry</title><content type='html'>Life is but a poetry&lt;br /&gt;We are but poets&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by our Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111439020360527343?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111439020360527343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111439020360527343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439020360527343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111439020360527343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-is-but-poetry.html' title='Life is but a poetry'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111425347046360074</id><published>2005-04-23T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:16:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>When a seeker says :" Oh Nafs, from today on, I declare Jihad on you!"&lt;br /&gt;Nafs will blow the trumpet of war and put on their battle gear.&lt;br /&gt;Surely they will launch their attack with much fervor and tenacity,&lt;br /&gt;that without the support of his Lord, he will surely be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most powerful in the Nafs army is the Field Marshal Anger!&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of him for if he has many tricks to overcome you.&lt;br /&gt;Mash'Allah. May Allah save you.&lt;br /&gt;If Anger overwhelms you, you are gone. Finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a seeker has ample defensive tactics he can used if he remembers..&lt;br /&gt;When we feel the presence of anger (no matter how small), ask ourselves this 1 second question - Is this anger for myself or for Allah?&lt;br /&gt;If it is not for Allah, or if you are angry because someone just insulted your intelligence..&lt;br /&gt;then remind yourselves of the countless sins you did and imagine how forgiving God is to you that He said in the holy Quran :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Say: O Ibadi (My slaves) who have transgressed against themselves (by committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah, verily Allah forgives all sins. Truly, He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful" (Quran 39:53)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then look at ourselves and be shameful coz if Allah, the Most High and Mighty can forgive, why cant we? Are we higher than God? So forgive and thank Allah who has reminded you and given you the power to control of the powerful field marshal of the nafs : Anger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember that a seeker's jihad of his nafs is not to kill but to subdue! If you have control of Anger, you can effectively direct it to earn Allah's pleasure and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Let there arise out of you a band of people inviting to all that is good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enjoining ‘al Ma’roof,’ the doing of what is right and forbidding ‘al Munkar,’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the doing of what is wrong.” Qur’an, 3:104. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and also consider this hadith :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is reported by Abu Sa'eed Khudri (Radhiyallaho anho) that the Holy Prophet (Sallallaho alaihe wasallam) said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Whoever sees a forbidden thing being done, he must prevent it by the use of his hand; and if he has no power for this action, then he should prevent it with his tongue; and if he cannot do this even, then he should at least consider it a vice in his heart, and this is a very low level of Iman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All these are possible when we subdue anger ,with Allah's Love and Mercy, and direct it to earn our Lord's pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikh Nazim had spoken on the subject "Anger" and here is the link to it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uksufi.co.uk/Newcomers/swallow_your_anger.htm"&gt;http://www.uksufi.co.uk/Newcomers/swallow_your_anger.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111425347046360074?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111425347046360074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111425347046360074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111425347046360074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111425347046360074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111407658386755617</id><published>2005-04-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:43:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I smiled,&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I cried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111407658386755617?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111407658386755617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111407658386755617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111407658386755617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111407658386755617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111404470632209849</id><published>2005-04-21T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:40:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi :: Hidden Music</title><content type='html'>Shall I tell you our secret?&lt;br /&gt;We are charming thieves who steal hearts&lt;br /&gt;and never fail because we are&lt;br /&gt;the friends of the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for old preaching is over&lt;br /&gt;we aim straight at the heart.&lt;br /&gt;If the mind tries to sneak in and take over&lt;br /&gt;we will string it up without delay.&lt;br /&gt;We turn poison into medicine&lt;br /&gt;and our sorrows into blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was familiar,&lt;br /&gt;our loved ones and ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we had to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the poem that comes through me&lt;br /&gt;but not of me because the sound of my own music&lt;br /&gt;will drown the song of Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111404470632209849?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111404470632209849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111404470632209849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111404470632209849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111404470632209849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/rumi-hidden-music.html' title='Rumi :: Hidden Music'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111398171403974579</id><published>2005-04-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:22:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabi'a al 'Adawiyya : Love</title><content type='html'>I love You with two loves-a selfish love&lt;br /&gt;And a Love that You are worthy of.&lt;br /&gt;As for the selfish love, it is that I think of You,&lt;br /&gt;To the exclusion of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;And as for the Love that You are worthy of,&lt;br /&gt;Ah! That I no longer see any creature, but I see only You!&lt;br /&gt;There is no praise for me in either of these loves,&lt;br /&gt;But the praise in both is for You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111398171403974579?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111398171403974579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111398171403974579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111398171403974579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111398171403974579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/rabia-al-adawiyya-love.html' title='Rabi&apos;a al &apos;Adawiyya : Love'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111395960152932717</id><published>2005-04-20T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:13:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi : Art as Flirtation and surrender</title><content type='html'>In your light I learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;In your beauty, how to make poems.&lt;br /&gt;You dance inside my chest,&lt;br /&gt;where no one sees you,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I do,&lt;br /&gt;and that sight becomes this art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111395960152932717?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111395960152932717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111395960152932717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111395960152932717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111395960152932717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/rumi-art-as-flirtation-and-surrender.html' title='Rumi : Art as Flirtation and surrender'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-111395910122342427</id><published>2005-04-20T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:05:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasrudin Mullah :: Assumptions</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of fate, Mulla?'&lt;br /&gt;'Assumptions.' the mullah replied,'In what way?&lt;br /&gt;''You assume things are going to go well, and they don't - that you call bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;You assume things are going to go badly and they don't - that you call good luck.&lt;br /&gt;You assume that certain things are going to happen or not happen - and you so lack intuition that you don't know what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;You assume that the future is unknown.'What you are caught out - you call that Fate.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-111395910122342427?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/111395910122342427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=111395910122342427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111395910122342427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/111395910122342427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2005/04/nasrudin-mullah-assumptions.html' title='Nasrudin Mullah :: Assumptions'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-109746842397929052</id><published>2004-10-11T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:18:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but the Performer</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone by the window, I look out.&lt;br /&gt;Watching people come and go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing that inspire their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Their deeds, their desires and their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How foolish I was it seems&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, desiring selfish deeds&lt;br /&gt;For no matter how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;How elegant they might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth as always strikes true&lt;br /&gt;Cleanly slashing through the veils of self deceit&lt;br /&gt;For no matter how painful it reveals&lt;br /&gt;We are but shadows that perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-109746842397929052?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/109746842397929052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=109746842397929052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109746842397929052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109746842397929052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothing-but-performer.html' title='Nothing but the Performer'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-109702917594323881</id><published>2004-10-06T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:19:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Emotions rekindled</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already Wednesday :- halfway through the week. I am determined to do some changes in my life..Setting new priorities and objectives. Somewhat disappointed with what I am going through day after day, I decided to make change for the better, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-109702917594323881?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/109702917594323881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=109702917594323881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109702917594323881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109702917594323881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2004/10/strong-emotions-rekindled.html' title='Strong Emotions rekindled'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581272.post-109687631994761886</id><published>2004-10-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:48:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Musing...</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always love poetry and enjoyed writing them even more. Alas, it has been 15 long years since my last poem. Time flew and it seems now my destiny thread has led me back to something that I really enjoy in my girl-chasing, crazy teenage days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While coding on several scripts that will eventually make up a membership management system, a kinda of devaju feelings overwhelmed me as the radio played a song that brought those almost forgotten memories rushing back. Then one by one, I saw several words vision in my mind as I ink them down... As clearly as yesterday's sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Musing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgotten, fading memories&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing back at the beacon of a song.&lt;br /&gt;As subtle as the weakest ripple of a water drop&lt;br /&gt;building momentum with every rhythm&lt;br /&gt;gaining strength with every beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprising resilience such awakening brings&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming sense of nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;And sadness and happiness and longingness&lt;br /&gt;Oft ignore for the longest time&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly liberated at full strength&lt;br /&gt;Just for once... for a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581272-109687631994761886?l=lifepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/109687631994761886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581272&amp;postID=109687631994761886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109687631994761886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581272/posts/default/109687631994761886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepoet.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-musing.html' title='The First Musing...'/><author><name>Azlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/4176/640/azlan_shotOK.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
