You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold
to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean. Everything I came
up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good
giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So- I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and
remember me.

And do go easy on yourself (but not too easy yea?). Devotion and works ought to be a blessing from Him, and not (too) much of a burden.

“Allah.. What have I done to my heart? What have I filled it with? How do I purify it once more?”
Ahh now that, sounds like a brick wall this salik’s bashed his head against before. Have something to share regarding that, next time I’m down at Friday tafsir, should He permit.

Lord grant you and us all that is fine and sublime, an abundant share of all that is beautiful and good.

Peace =)

Think what of I of those around me?
I question the meaning of love. The bestowal of love. How is it so that we have various degrees of love fo different ones. Is love something within my control? Nay…
O Allah, You hold the hearts of believers with your fine Grip. Grip my heart.

Love can only flow in the channels of humility among brothers. Pride and thoughts of self righteousness are boulders obstructing such a flow.
Neediness of each other bearing in mind our weakness as creation before Creator…
Creation as one, united in bending our knees before the Mighty One; the recognition of weakness as One…that is the brotherhood of Love.

Of those who perceive that their feets are above us…
indeed we do serve like the green grasses. We serve for His Sake. But we see you as dead. Our hearts are with Him. Nay…your corpse upon us does not cause us pain.
For the dead…
cannot harm nor can they benefit
cannot give nor can they keep back
cannot give life nor can they give death
cannot convery nor can they cut off
cannot bring near nor can they take awy
cannot make happe nor can they make sad
cannot bestow nor can they deprive
cannot posses for themselves benefit nor harm
nor death, nor life, nor resurruction

Pain does not come except that He wills. Dead ones are just instruments to test us…
For what is love without the pains and agonies.

Kindess and service do we render you. But who are you? We do not see you. Powerless are you against us.
The dead have gone. What right have they to still be loved? Do I love everyone? Yes I do. For those who have been dead are of no concern to us right? But the light of the ever living one may peace be upon him is everywhere to be loved.

Think not those who are slain in His way as dead. Nay…They are ever living in His Pressence.

O dead ones! Our acts of service in kindness are simply rehearsals of the ever living one, may the blessings of The Supreme Ever Living, The First & The Last be upon him…
in order to win His Pleasure, His Favour and be amongst the ever living.

Every worldly possession was given away to others in his last days. He doesn’t even have that many, the ones he had were gifts, right?

Sigh…