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Oct 05 2008

Dialogues yearning for peace

me: i think i am suddenly getting very depressed
dien:: whats wrong ilana
me: honestly, i feel very tired of life
sometimes this life is so petty, shallow… searching for love, beauty….
dien:: shallow people?
me: i probably sound naive and shallow myself… but i am telling you this with the utmost sincerity, just in general, when i am alone and ponder to myself, this life is nothing
and i just want to get it over and die
dien:: then make dua to Allah to keep you alive on this Earth as long as it is better for you
and to lift you up when its better for you
after you make that dua, place your trust in Him that He will indeed grant you your dua
me: i don’t mean it in a pitful way i was just being matter-a-factly
dien:: Ilana I know you didnt mean it in a pitiful way. I’ve felt the way you do, sometimes it happens when your eeman drops, everyone’s eeman goes up and down. its a natural part of life. you can’t escape it but just like when its cold out you take steps to preserve your warmth, so too when your eeman is at risk of losing heat due to the coldness of pessimism, you take steps to preserve its heat.
dien:: why do you get tired of this life?
u mean school and work?
or social engagements in general?
me: sometimes this life is so petty, shallow… searching for love, beauty…. like there has to be more and it’s so hard to have that peace in your heart and live in this life…live that pace of life… i am kind of over the feeling. but sometimes when i am alone and i can think… sometimes you think to yourself that you just want it get it over and die
dien:: that there is something fundamentally wrong with the present order of social organization?
me: HAHA, always ready to speculate on the social order of things–while i speculate on the heart
but yes,
i suppose so
but that must be the nature of things…to be amongst the twilight gray gossamer of the world
little black and white
and Allah did this on purpose (my speculation)
dien:: word
well whats causing ur heart to suffer, if not the pointlessness of modern life?
me: indulging, distracting and caring about it i suppose… and the only reasonable escape is Allah and i can barely manage that

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Aug 22 2008

Loving for the Sake of Allah

Published by ilana under "Alim" friends, 00, Advice, Love

Loving for the sake of Allah
iqra (2:26:31 AM): assalaamu alaikum
me (2:26:50 AM): hey, walayakumassaalmwarathmatullah
me (2:27:05 AM): can’t sleep?
iqra (2:27:23 AM): umm lol not really
iqra (2:27:24 AM): im just up
iqra (2:27:35 AM): not really as in i can sleep if i want to
iqra (2:27:36 AM): aH
me (2:27:48 AM): same here alhumdullah
me (2:28:05 AM): wassup iqra?
iqra (2:28:17 AM): need your insight
iqra (2:28:26 AM): love for the sake of Allah
iqra (2:28:29 AM): what is it?
iqra (2:28:38 AM): if you love somebody for another reason
iqra (2:28:40 AM): other than for Allah
iqra (2:28:55 AM): is it wrong?
me (2:28:59 AM): is this a girl?
iqra (2:29:05 AM): lol no not for me dude
me (2:29:17 AM): oh…sory context helps
iqra (2:29:20 AM): haha
iqra (2:29:25 AM): ok well soembody asked me a question
me (2:29:29 AM): is it a niqabi?
me (2:29:30 AM): haha
me (2:29:33 AM): ok ok
iqra (2:29:35 AM): that im not sure how to answer
me (2:29:38 AM): *serious*
iqra (2:29:46 AM): and its more in the context of
iqra (2:29:50 AM): love between ppl
iqra (2:29:56 AM): not necessarily partners/couples
iqra (2:30:01 AM): but like your friends
iqra (2:30:11 AM): and just generally ur brothers and sisters
iqra (2:30:15 AM): your friends
iqra (2:30:18 AM): be they muslim or non muslim
me (2:38:11 AM): Loving for the sake of Allah can come in various forms, oddly I was talking about this with another person today and as you probably know one who does this is in the Shade of Allah SWT on the Last Day inshAllah. From what I know (or think I know) loving for the sake of Allah can come in various forms. Some cases I know of was when there was a student of knowledge who would sneek into his peers rooms and do their laundry and iron and fold the clothes for them. And yet another case is when this two brothers in Islam committed to each other to remind each other to be in a constant state of wudu.
me (2:38:42 AM): Loving for not this dunya and gain here
me (2:38:54 AM): but for someones deen
me (2:39:11 AM): and love of Allah
iqra (2:39:25 AM): can you love a non muslim then?
iqra (2:39:36 AM): for the sake of Allah?
me (2:39:48 AM): Non-muslims can love God too.
iqra (2:39:57 AM): true
me (2:40:13 AM): their religion can make them beautiful and virtuous
me (2:40:37 AM): or rather not thier religion but perhaps their love of God
me (2:40:58 AM): and good, a blessing and manifestation of Allah
me (2:42:00 AM): Also there’s a hadith that when you love your fellow sister/brother you should tell them
me (2:42:23 AM): [regardless of “no homo”]
me (2:42:38 AM): let me try and find it
iqra (2:44:29 AM): lol @ no homo
iqra (2:44:37 AM): yeah ive heard it before also
me (2:44:57 AM): A man was sitting with our Holy Prophet when another one passed. The sitting one said, “O Messenger of Allah! I love this man.” The Prophet said, “Have you told him?” The man said, “No.” The Prophet said, “Tell him!” The man rose to his feet and went to the man who was passing by and said, “I love you for the same of Allah.” He said, “May Allah whom you love, love you in return!”
me (2:45:15 AM): Abu Daud; Kitab-al-Adab; Tirmidhi; Kitab-al-Zuhd
me (2:45:21 AM): and reported by Anas bin Malik
me (2:45:30 AM): yeah ok
me (2:45:47 AM): heehee
me (2:47:01 AM): did that answer your question?
iqra (2:47:30 AM): aH it put things in perspective
me (2:47:49 AM): Alhumdullah

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Apr 26 2008

INSANITY!!! don’t ask BWHAHHAHAH

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Tis halal, excessive nutella gives me a stomachache but loving the sweet through the love of Allah leaves me wanting more. As I convert primal and instinctual urges into something more to oppress the forbidden inside. A flame dies down as smooth chocolate moves in the cheeks, swirling in a swollen mouth of happiness, ready to burst with a blessed curse.
chocolatebeliever.blogspot.com/

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Jan 10 2008

Ya Lateef

Talking about a movie I saw

gora: ya Lateef
u wudnt tell from the title
u dont seem like the person who wud watch those kinda movies anyway

me: well they don’t show you
but it happens
and ewwwwwww
like the
abuse
the messed up -ness in those countries
ouch
people selling limbs

gora: yeah i’ve been noticing tho that more and more movies nowadays are showing more violence and torture and abuse scenes

me: to feed thier families
well there wasn’t scenes
but the concept of it disturbed me greatly
even though it is reality

gora: those images become scars… we all have to deal with them in the barzakh
try to fill your sight with the jameel

me: OMA
so truth
soo true
guard our harts
and souls
images scar

gora: do u know what heals scars?

me: quran?
Thirkir?
sometimes
those scars don’t heal tho
too deep

gora: salawat
it needs work but they can heal
however, easier than that is to live in the moment and dont attach the present moment to the past
so no deep convos?
between u two

me: who two?

gora: u and ur friend

me: which friend?

gora: i mean u and (friend)

me: oohhh
LOOLLz
umm
a different kind of deep
not in a philosophy kind of deep

gora: doesnt matter

me: (friend) isn’t like that
but the trouble we go through
the improvements we need
like me
umm
i need to be
ugh
womanly
graceful in certain situations
And i am more blunt then anything

gora: hmmm
bijuz

me: i am immature
bijuz?

gora: ya’ni could be the case
yeah u are entering a new decade soon
u seem busy

me: no
i was thinking upon what you said
i am growing
i should have sabr with myself

gora: would u say there is some resistance in you from growing up and changing and getting older?

me: HAHHAHA
very much sssooo!
how did you know–your the first to mention it

gora: and how come its surprising i cant tell

me: your the first to point it out
but it’s soo true

gora: well we’re all walking that way, so its only a matter of being content with it or fighting it
i was studying recently the work of this person who wants humans to live 1000 years
made me think alot
he was completely oblivious to any aspect beyond the purely physical body

me: umm
like what
should he have focused on?

gora: well i mean he was only talking about for example manipulating the genes so ur body wont age as quickly as it does, to slow down the aging process way way down, so that you age ten times as slow, and therefore instead of living to 100 you would live to 1,000
but what about the intellect, the ruh, etc?
in any case i dont think this world will last for another 1000 yrs

me: well noah’s people lived that long

gora: alayhi salam

me: like a thousand years
as
right

gora: true but our generation will see Imam Mahdi and Dajjal, which means pretty much it
anyway im taking u away from ur topic, back to you…

me: there is nothing certain in tomorrow

gora: thats way too vague to mean anything substantive lol

me: LOLz
hahah
i like that
but you can take it in any way

gora: can u imagine a person physically 900 yrs old but with an immature spirit and intellect?? a disaster!

me: umm

gora: so why dont u wanna grow up so to speak?

me: it’s an inevitable process
well i admire the care free fun elders
that have a certain wisdom
they hold a spark
i want my spark

gora: you want to keep the spark you have, or you want to find ur “missing” spark?

me: keep it
life often takes it away
away

gora: did u read my email i sent?

me: i have a zest and happiness in life
indeed
the beautiful one about babies?

gora: kind of related to what ur talking about
about mom’s saying they cant spend as much time doing spiritual practices because of baby duties

me: no no
thats not my dilemma

gora: of course i know its not

me: i understand that fully well
but children
what a HUGE responablilty
i truely have to give them EVERYTHING
my heart, my sleep
my soul

gora: let me ask you, around what age would u be willing to marry?

me: if not it’s not fair for them
really honestly
i don’t know

gora: and would marriage and children put away the spark?

me: the worries, i fear would
but perhaps i am being cynical
1so i can be pleasantly surprised
i don’t know
but definitely it would wear me out
because my life would be my children
inshAllah

gora: how exactly are u keeping and maintaining ur spark now?

me: you feel me?

gora: in sha’Allah

me: with my freedom
with discovery
by Allah swt ’s grace
(first and formost)
with learning

gora: and have u talked with those elders and asked them how they still have the spark after a long life of jobs, marriage, children, grandchildren, etc?

me: with excitment
and being able to do what i love
umm
actually no
have you?

gora: that might be a good idea
i have yes

me: and?
was it love?

gora: all of them told me the same thing, which i am afraid of telling u now

me: ?

gora: but i’ll give u a hint

me: do not fear me

gora: not that im afraid of u my dear…

me: sabr?

gora: but the hint is in sura 57 verse 13

me: MWAHAH my quran is with me
alhumdullah
noor, mercy
hypothcrites

gora: i am afraid of telling u now because u need more preparation to see the full dimension of what would be a simple answer…. for example, the degree to which i understand “la ilaha illa Allah” is much smaller than the degree which my shaykh understands it, so if my shaykh were only to say, “the answer is in la ilaha illa Allah” then i wouldnt move anywhere cuz i’d still be stuck with my current capacity of understanding, it would only keep me where i am… does that make sense?

me: The Day
oh yes
that makes complete sense
but do then give me the chance to grow with it
then to have no knowledge at all

gora: so ilana the answer that they told me is “be the son of your moment”, BUT those few words involve so much

me: be the son?

gora: (well for u it wud be “daughter”)

me: live in the moment?
or sun?
be the light?
ooh
be the daughter
humility?

gora: mm no not really

me: no expectations

gora: humility is always good
ilana this is a very big meaning

me: will you explain it from you understanding?

gora: i feel shy putting myself on a pedestal to explain it when i myself am still under training

me: mashAllah
ok build a brigde and get over it
LOOOOLLz

gora: my shaykh wrote a book “At Peace in a time of wars” during the earlier Iraq war and in it he talked alot about that “wall” which on the inside is mercy and coming from the outside is torment and actually i dont know if u heard my opening short speech in dar al noor, but i gave a big chunk of the puzzle in that but when wars are raging around you, in ur internal environment you sit in a garden within a wall, submerged in mercy do u know what a big obstacle to understanding these things is tho??

me: TASWUUF

gora: what about tasawwuf?

me: those types of things
are on the metaphysical level
hard to understand

gora: true
i meant tho, that people try to mentally or intellectually understand this stuff, then once they do, they become complacent, and in reality their soul is still in the dumps, whereas they have to roll up their sleeves and tighten their belts and sit down on His carpet and repeat His Name
like people who think they become believers by simply memorizing the 6 pillars of belief
i want u to benefit, so u must for example do dhikr until your heart opens and light fills in, then all these things u can see for yourself and be able to feed others, and instead of a “spark” you’ll have a sun
your aspiration is to keep and maintain a spark…. why not rise higher and want a sun?

me: inshAllah
yeah i suppose
it’s it the price of adulthood
a costly price

gora: so for example when u inevitably move into adulthood but still try to force-drag with you your state in childhood, it is not being in the moment of adulthood where Allah put you at that time
i’ll tell u a story
about Sidi Abdul Wahhab al-Sha’rani (qaddas Allahu sirrahu)
in his time he eventually came to be the top scholar in his time, and the top teacher in Azhar (Cairo)

me: mashAllah

gora: everyday along his way from his home to the school, he saw this illiterate man on the side of the road, and would every day ridcule him and say, “ALLAH DOES NOT BEFRIEND AN IGNORANT PERSON” and go on his way
and the illiterate person was Sidi Ali al-Khawass
and al-Sha’rani was unaware of his mighty spiritual station, because he was blind by his own self and impressed with it
and with all the students and people who would flock to him for teaching

me: hahha
that’s ironic

gora: again, each day he would pass by this person, al-Khawass, and say the same thing
sadly this is what happens when ppl fill their minds and ignore their hearts
anyway
one day, when al-Sha’rani told him, “Allah does not befriend an ignorant one”, Sidi al-Khawass responded with the completion of the hadith, “BUT IF HE LOVES SOMEONE, HE BEFRIENDS HIM AND TEACHES HIM”, and then he said to him something which would be impossible for him to know (i wont tell u what it is because ur a girl)
once he said that, al-Sha’rani was stunned and bewildered, and just said nothing and went to school dumbfounded, and when he sat in the chair to begin teaching, he found that all his knowledge had gone and disappeared

me: LOOLLz

gora: he just sat there few minutes then left and gave an excuse that he’s sick and no class today
but in home he was going crazy because all this knowledge he had simply went away from him, and when he would read his own notes and books in his house, as soon as he closed a book he wudnt remember anything
so he sat home alone for a few days and avoided the school
finally he swallowed his pride and said ok let me go to this man, akeed he’s probably someone special and i shud apologize
so he went and asked apology, and went to kiss his hand, but al-Khawass pulled back his hand and said to him: “if you want your knowledge to come back to you, then you must find the lowest person in Cairo and kiss his hand”
so he went looking and looking……. until he found a christian who was tending pigs, and was up to his knees in mud and filth, and said to himself, “this has to be the lowest person in egypt”
so went to him and wanted to kiss his hand, but the christian said to him: “you think im the lowest person in cairo? well you’re wrong, look at yourself”

me: ouch
hardcore

gora: then it hit him that al-Khawass was a real big wali to the point that his inspiration flowed even to a christian, and after an honest look at himself, realized he was the lowest person in cairo
so he went back before al-Khawass and al_Sha’rani kissed his own hand in front of al-Khawass and said “i repent to Allah”, and all his book knowledge
came back
he went back to his home thrilled and excited, he began looking again into his books and now his memory was sharp as ever,
after a short while, he still felt empty inside, like all this knowledge in his head (and just as a side note, he really was incredibly knowledgeable scholar, if u read his books u can see that for urself), but he wasnt content in his heart, his heart felt closed and un-illuminated and heedless
so he went back to Sidi al-Khawass and said, “i want to be ur murid (student in sufi terms) and you be my Shaykh, just like Musa alayhi salam took al-Khadir as a shaykh”
and do u know what al-Khawass’s first order for him was?
“take all ur books and notes, and sell them in the market, then take that money and spread it among the poor,… i will check on u in a few days and if i see u dont do this, i myself will take your books and dispose of them”
al-Sha’rani felt like this was taking the foundation out from under his feet, because he worked for YEARS and decades compiling and gathering those valuable books and notes, and felt that once those books go, like his knowledge itself would go too
but what to do? he is now his student and the student must obey the Shaykh if he is to benefit, so he sold his books and spread out the money among the poor…. however in his heart he still had a subtle attachment and nostalgia to them
so he complained of that to his teacher al-Khawass, who told him, “strive to cut off that nostalgia and attachment to them, and devote your time instead to do dhikr so Allah can open your heart with His Nur”
after a while of doing that, finally Allah opened up his heart with an immense opening, and filled it with light and knowledge
real experiential knowledge of the Divine, very much unlike “book knowledge”
from that point on, Sha’rani would always say that he learned under hundreds of teachers, but only one of them weaned him and made him a full man, Sidi Ali al-Khawass
and now, his writings are filled with eloquence and realization
and in sha’Allah ur awake now still lol

me: indeed
i read it

gora: do u understand the difference between those two knowledges?

me: indeed

gora: do u mind describing the difference
me: one is an opening from Allah swt a certain understanding and another is opening a book

gora: lol
beautiful

me: Jazakullahkhair

gora: when the heart is opened and illuminated, that is what Christ (alayhi salam) meant about being born again into the spiritual kingdom, and when he said, “you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven unless you are born twice”

me: wow mashAllah
that’s hot

gora: and when that opening happens, that is when u “enter” inside that wall-enclosed garden in surat Hadid, within which is mercy, while ppl who havent had that opening remain outside that wall, where there is torment and suffering
now after that u can probably see a new meaning in sura 63 verse 9

gora: ?

me: ??

gora: any comments etc?
i was done talking

me: nope
i concur

gora: lol ok
well u seem busy so

me: nope
i was reading
and pondering

gora: what did u come up with

me: i need sleep
i fele asleep
LOLZ

gora: i figured
sweet dreams
in sha’Allah these words will ignite something in you
salamat wa barakat

me: salaam

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Jan 08 2008

No fear Shakespeare

zeen: no fear shakespeare1
i dont even understand teh essay topic
which is due toorrow
Q:considering that language is mere “words words words” but which also speaks daggers, examine hamlet laertes or ophelia to explain how shakespeare demonstrates both the power and limitations of language which lacks meaning on its own throughout the play
me: like in quran
in language
words can’t hold the essence of Allah
but they can vaguely describe
with god-given voc
characteristics
of Allah
like “perfect”
zeen: hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
me: inifinte”
zeen: so the limitation, in that exmaple
me: we have no true concept of it
zeen: of language is that the being described is incomrpehensible for the human being, b/c we have no basis to compare
but the power therein, is that the words are from Allah, who is perfect in Himself
so obv theyre powerful wodss
but see i dont understand how to organize this paper
like……
i wanna say
language is made powerful when it is delivered with emotion and logic, but it is limited even then if the audience doesnt have context of what you are saying, if the audience has preconceptions about you, or doesnt get the subtelties
are those three separate points or just one?
me: seperate
you talk about the power of words
then the loss of them
upon an ignorant and prejudice audinece
zeen: what about the bits about the audience? can i just group them all together into “eperception”
me: eperception?
are they on the internet?
zeen: perception
i cant type
me: the subjects of perception
but everyone holds perception
zeen: IM SO CONFUSEDDDDDD
wait why are u awake this late on a sunday night m’dear
me: so perception is eventuable
zeen: u ppl
are too smart for me
i dont even know what eventualble means!
me: unaviodble
LOlz
(i can’t type either
zeen: yay!!
finally someone who cant type
like inevtiable

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Dec 10 2007

there’s no scorn in being torn

it’s not about love but strength to help another when your afraid to. so i suppose love in a compassionate sense–but i just wanted to clarify.

head spinning. head sinning? this question in my head and in my heart as i dial numbers too farly spaced apart. now i started, advice was given to me. my leg twitches, my heart stitches and i hold my breath too soon. scared to have a mans heart on my plate, a wound? trust, bust, i clutch the blanket at my breast, hoping my voice will bring on rest–is this a test? And his voice comes out surprised, then low and hoarse sounding vulnerable trying to cover it up, inside, with comfortable slang, with a low flavor–a certain tang. he hangs on to his word certain yet unsure, afraid he doesn’t sound pure. he talks and then is at a lose for words. afraid the air, his trust, the peace might curd i say wisdom that not originally my own. but reconfigured, that in a way i recognized and figured out on my own. there will be no stone, only honesty and no stoning. honing on my past as a form of nostalgia, making use of those years of moan and morn. laced with advice i say there’s no scorn in being torn. there advice he has had a taste, and surprisingly he wants more. so slowly my fingers i tap, afraid that this fragile spell might snap. i look at my clock and think to myself vaguely there’s go the nap, i had wished upon, as the red numbers burn into my eyes like the sun. but then i go back to him the one. my feet slide on the carpet back and forth, reinforcing a fort, as a praise and a injured heartfelt thank you is said. i can only pray you mend, and perhaps i have taken it upon me to tend, a responsibility Allah has lent on a short, pricey rent. any goodness, any advice is heaven sent.
and then i look back to my screen, at it would seem that my peer adviser went up and fled to his stead, without a parting as if there was no starting. and i empty my head and heart of care with a resigned ’so what?’ which replies with: ’so there’. retreating back into my lair of homework, sleepless nights, aches until my streaght can be put to balm, applied with a sweet gentle song.
it lags my tongue. there i am done.

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