Sunday, 13 March 2016

First Dream

First Dream

Eyes slid shut
Encased in my own dream
I felt weightless
May be I was lost in space

My hand floated involuntarily in front of me
As if I had to learn again what they had once known.
I curled my legs
A topsy tervy question

And suddenly flip
Like the spin off a trampoline
Head over heels
Then heels over head
I didn't know which

I was bunny hopping
Without the luxury of friction
Not even noting my breath on my visor
Not even having a breath to notice

Then tug
The pull of the life cord
Woke me with a start

My webbed hands made a chance grab
My foot lashed out
"Boom, Boom"

"Go on son"

Reverberated around
I noticed shadows in the darkness
And I heard the chant of soothing prayer

That had set me off on my first adventure.
"Go to sleep my little darling..."
A cavern so dark
And a voice so sweet and loving

My head dozed
And i curled again on my amniotic bed.

END

Location:Amnesia

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Advice for the Hujjaj, and those intending Umrah

Advice for the Hujjaj, or those making Umrah.

The haram are places of small miracles, but don't let those go to your head, instead be humbled by them and let them help you to do good to your fellow Muslims by helping them in the small things- like carrying a stool for an elderly person.

And every trial that you face, face it as a trial of Sabr- with patience- and accept it with grace. Things will work out in the end.

And whilst entering Mecca do so with utmost humility both physical and spiritual. Lower your head, and slump your shoulders and enter the haram with a pilgrim's gait.

Remember how Muhammad (saw) entered Mecca as a conquering hero, with head bowed on his camel Qaswa.

The pilgrim's garb has a reason to it.
It is meant to be uncomfortable and to be a trial. So eschew all garb that is elasticised or has button glued on, though not stitched.

Likewise the pilgrims mental state should be one of being away from the World, and it is only one of the times that Islam asks of you this. The other time is at itikaaf.

The stark nature of this is complemented by it being recommended that before you adorn yourself with the pilgrim garb that you take full advantage of the World-
Cleanse yourself and then to perfume yourself exquisitely.

And so in accordance with this being away from the World, eschew everything from this World except the necessary. Refrain from taking pictures or even using your mobile phone for anything other than the necessary. And it is better for you if you leave it aside, and forget the World.

Islam is a social religion, but at this time keep yourself solely in the presence of Allah t'ala with his remembrance and the Talbiyya-
Labayk Allahuma Labayk.

When starting the ritual Tawaf of Umrah men are to uncover your right shoulder but only do so at that point. The first two- or three rounds (I cannot remember which, so please consult a book on this) are to be done as Raml for men. Imagine yourself as the first Muslims who made Tawaf whilst surrounded by Quraish who were distant but who looked on them - in accordance with the treaty of Huddabiyyah.

The Raml is a jog with bent arm movements that swing back and forth as if you are in an army and are displaying your strength to the onlooking Quraish.

If you are stationary then jog on the spot. Do not try to push past people even whilst in or out of Raml.
Raml is peculiar to Umrah, and once out of Ihram the other Tawafs do not include it.

Also at the start of the Tawaf or just before it say in dua the words that Ibrahim and Ismail (as) said whilst building it, in English they are
"O Allah accept this from us, and make it acceptable to you" (S. Bakarah).
This is not in Hadith, but I have found it beneficial as a prelude to the Tawaf.

In the Tawaf do not turn your body at any point towards the Kaba,
Always keeping your left shoulder towards it.

The Prophet (saw) taught us the dua that commences from the Yemeni corner that precedes the Black Stone, Rabbana Atayna ...
By this he clarified for us that the best time to make dua for yourself or any others is at the end of a process of worship.

So do not be ashamed to make dua for yourself and others at that point and even in the last round of the Kaba of your Tawaf.

As you pass the Black Stone, raise your right hand and point it to it, Palm towards it and say Bismillah Allahu Akbar. A green light marks the point of starting and the finishing of each round.

Set out a plan of what you will do in each round as a means of keeping track, for me

1- SubanAllahi WA Bihamdi- "words which are easy on the tongue but heavy on the scale", and then from the Yemeni corner I asked Allah to bless me with His Worship that I might enjoy it and be blessed with doing it abundantly.

2- start with SubhanAllah and then move on to Istighfar- and make dua for that forgiveness at the end

3- start with SubhanAllah, then Istighfar and then send salutations upon Muhammad (as).
And respond to Muhammad's (saw) question on the farewell pilgrimage, after all he was talking to us all there -
say "O Allah t'ala indeed I bear witness that Muhammad (saw) has fulfilled his trust that You burdened him with, and that we have believed in You because of him, so reward him in abundance. Ameen"
This is a like manner to what Saad bin Abi Waqqas (as) said.

4- for the 4th I added supplication for my parents

5th onwards I did other supplications

On the 6th round starting make your way to the outer edges of the Tawaf, so that on the 7th your dua for yourself and those you love can be prolonged.
Also walk slower in this last round that you might prolong your opportunity.

After the Tawaf it is customary to perform 2 cycles of Nafl Salaat near the Station of Ibrahim, this is mentioned in the Qur'an : "And take the station of Ibrahim as a place of worship."

For these it is often better to go past the station of Ibrahim before looking for a place to pray, as the space between the Black Stone, where the Tawaf ends, and the Station of Ibrahim is usually more crowded.

For this prayer do not prolong it nor any dua after it as many of your fellow brothers and sisters will likewise be waiting to complete their obligation.
But after it nothing should stop you from making further worship or supplications elsewhere in the haram.

After this to Safa and the Sai'. To once again remember the struggles and tribulations of the first Muslim family.

Then to the honour of those shaven heads relinquishing their manes of glory for HIS greater glory.

And the remembrance Hudabiyyah of how precious that shaven head is, and to the remembrance of Khalid (as) as he caught up with his army in Sham, as they beheld in wonder his shaven head.










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Location:Meqaat

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Lessen Learned

Lessen Learned

School is where we go to learn
Kos we couldn't spell before
Until they taught us well, with
Lashings that curbed every
freedom's true bell.
"Enough enough, I can't receive no more."

Rules that cause us to bend and sway.
Unruly though we were before
Learned we then bureaucracy
Engine's oil to monster industry
Stopped or flowed with every tap twist.

Only afterwards did we desist
Kept closed, against their will

Not to submit, nor to desist
Only for truth shall we fight
Truth, truth in that we delight.

Ended.




Location:Naughty Chair.

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Nightmare

Now I am Half. - a poem


A bit of the Earth fell off from our place
Snapped in too
Fell into the sea.

Except we did not hear the swish of the waves
Nor ever did we see the wash of its tale.
So far from there we did not look back.

Except to see as more bits did cave.
Whilst we did run as fast as the March Hare
Driving her car without any bloody care.

Oblivious to please
Only one did we save
A youth with promises to keep

That soon all harm would be repaired
Forgotten in the amnesia of youth
Whilst we who had a care

Remember it all:
A bit of the Earth fell off from my face
Snapped me in two
And now I am half.



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Location:Home

Monday, 21 September 2015

Orthodoxy not CONSERVATISM

There is a strong current of conservatism that runs throughout Turkish culture, history and even life. This even extends to their conception of the religion: there, it appears that, they often conflate conservatism with orthodoxy.

It's also interesting to note that whilst Ataturk brought Turkey into the modern era, his was just a different brand of conservatism.

It still was a top- down, hierarchical, system of organisation that probably still pervades every Turkish institution.

Even more interesting is that my conception of the religion is completely at odds with that idea, that Islam is for the people and there to help the people and is essentially grassroots. That it is revolutionary, inspiring and empowering. That it's precepts are clear and known and that nothing new can enter this concise body of religion.
Here is no specialism, no hidden message, no elitist ideal.

And even then it's book is a wonderful well of good fortune: the deeper you dig the sweeter the waters that gush from it. And that that book is full to the brim of questions just waiting to be asked.

And when you ask a question then those generative possibilities and opportunities become endless.

It's quite unlike the static conception of the religion that I believe the Turkish institutions have and uphold.

For the great Islamic Turkish thinkers failed to imprint their thoughts on the mainstream. Rumi's intelligence could only acceptably shine in Sufism, whilst Said Nursi approach towards the religion was again tangential. Both were great men, and yet both realised that they could not make an impression in a culture that viewed orthodoxy as being conservation in all of what went before.

They forgot the greatness of Abu Haneefa (rh) who revived a Sunnah that many after have derided him for. For did not the Prophet (saw) warn us not to write down anything from him. Most likely as a means that the great oral tradition of the Arab people would keep his words alive with meaning.

And did not our Prophet (saw) also impress on us, to not ask over many questions. That taken with the fact that the book is full of questions should not be taken to mean a blind acceptance of what went before.

But in fact that questions are powerful and generative, and sometimes they should not be quenched with answers, written down and set in stone.

That each man, and each community, and each time frame needs to explore those questions within their own narrative.

A prescription that is as anti-conservative as there can be, whilst at the same time being fixed within an unchanging milleu that is our religion, and the religion of our fathers. A revolutionary and yet orthodox ideal.


Location:Istanbul

Monday, 3 August 2015

Just the Ticket

Just the Ticket.
~~~~~~~~~~~

A turn of phrase
Is all it takes.
To turn from disdain,
full of praise.

Whilst how so many?
Might turn by side,
Before they even reach that telling tide?

That swell
that might propel them
Onward, to uncharted shores.
Or else to climb those steeple spires.

From vantages you might see.
How little is your life, when
measured
Against the many vast intricacies.

Or against the needs of others,
Far more, better than ours

But folly calls all such disdain
And those who heed it, fall before it,
The cold calculating enumerator
That accountants' blow.

Whilst our heroes celebrate their own anonymity.

They soldier on,
Proud to pass from baton to hand,
And back again.
The esteem pursuit of selfless giving.

That once did,
And can do again
This Nation arising.

From phrase,
to inspire,
to raise.

And all start
With that badge of honour.
That pass that we all hope to die with.

---
Written whilst on the way to Bera Hotel, Alanya. (Turkey Med Coast- Halal Hotel).



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Location:Alanya, Turkey

Monday, 8 June 2015

Duplex Vision

Duplex Vision



I see the heaps of rubbish piled high,
their empty lies grandiosely plied.
With colour, venom and satire.

Corn coloured cobs whittled down.
Tabloid noise, not fit for fish 'n chips,
Though soiled no less.
Drear wrappings of blurb, discoloured by scorching sun.

Each eaten through truth's core of bone.
And yet the pack of lies still stand,
Precarious upon the precipice.

What whilst, will dash them upon the cliffs?
Then to sink their lies,
And make disappear?
No treasure will you ever find upon that sea.

Except dried truthless bone, gnawed cob and paper mash.
Let those lies stay buried out to sea.
Where the salt may eat them eternally.

To find truth, you must assume
That everything they sweetly ply
you with
Is solely but grandiose lie.

And not to follow their blind machination.
Where they make out that every true courageous spirit.
That fights against this Zionist lie.
Or says other then they would want believed.

And to question is all that it takes
To bash the brains out of their
Insolent lies.
Before you taste the bitter seas of tears
Crashing, grinding you against the cliff's high walls.

Ere you climbed high upon that stench filled heap.
And were one of those stick fleshness men,
Who cannot smell the reek of lies.
Becoming accustomed
Because you never questioned why?

Be brave my young soldier
You have my heart.
To battle against those grim lies
You will never be alone.

Shafees
An earlier version missing the last stanza is found on my blog press account.
This is better.

Location:SpecSavers