One of them said in an interview: “I’m not interested in dying having been good, I’m interested in dying having done something good”. Being good and doing good are two very different things. Like being a revolutionary and acting out a revolution; it is not the same.
Occurrences is life, and occurrences is change. Change is the only constant in the universe, and I’m quoting here many people that have said this before me (and I could expand the argument of why to quite a few pages, but I think you get the gist of it).
Love is also part of your provision. Where you are going to reach through it is already decreed, but you do not know it. Therefore, the important part is to be on the path of loving.
I’m a trust fund kid. Perhaps not the kind that would come to mind when saying it, but still one who’s been given a wealth that can’t justify.
“Never have I witnessed such sincere hospitality and overwhelming spirit of true brotherhood as is practiced by people of all colors and races here in this Ancient Holy Land, the home of Abraham, Muhammad and all the other Prophets of the Holy Scriptures. For the past week, I have been utterly speechless and spellbound by the graciousness I see displayed all around me by people of all colors”.
I have come across this letter of D. H. Lawrence that clarifies very well, in very few lines, many of the problems that we have today regarding the ‘sense of spiritual disaster’, regarding being Muslims and our understanding of Religion and regarding the understanding of ourselves as being, first and foremost, beings with an intrinsic truth.
A reflection on the verses of Shaykh Ahmad Zarruq lead us to reflect on the Infinite, the nature of being, and the science of change.
When you visit someone that is close to his death you can see that his senses are being taken away, the rope that moors him to this world is loosening.
To understand a situation, the first thing is asking the right questions. This is the first step to understand a historical event, such as what has happened to Jerusalem.
En Garde! – A poem by Luqman Nieto