Awakening the Soul

2011-08-08T22:34:00.000+01:00

There is this pain instilled within my heart.
A pain so crude and torturous
A pain that numbs the emotion of love
That deafens laughter and exercises discontent.
A pain that plays the devils game and leaves hearts entangled in a hopeless fall.
An attraction fatal,
A wound unhealing,
A soul shaken,
A unity shattered,
A chapter forgotten
and a story untold.
tempest

2011-08-08T22:23:00.003+01:00

Write and write and keep writing, but what words can I put on paper? How can I allow myself to write about pain and hurt when the pen writing and the paper receiving do not deserve to have such thoughts heard? Do not deserve the pollution of negativity, of ill thought, of hatred and defeat.

Write and write and keep writing, write whatever comes to mind. Allow the darkened image breeding in the tomb of thought to become a descriptive painting. Write and write and keep writing. The innocence of the ink, the accepting paper should also have the chance to encompass words of peace and love etched out in gold. Deserve to hear praises and happy thoughts, for no single particle was born for the sole purpose of suffering.

Write and write and keep writing, whether it makes sense or not, these are just words stringed along by the deliverer living in a parallel universe, where all that there is, is an entity of sheer desperation, wanting to be heard, but loses the power of expression when given half a chance.

Wanting to know human compassion; can it really exist in all its entirety?

A dictator I have become, commanding the ink to fall, torturing the paper with cruel intentions and pleasures.

A dictator I have become to like, to have this simple power. Power to control what words are received and what words stay a thought, never to be heard, never to frighten or grieve.

This power I like and it comes at the expense of the ink and its tolerant comrade.
tempest

2010-05-29T19:27:00.001+01:00

TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.

by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime

You may for ever tarry.

2009-04-12T21:20:00.000+01:00

Sleep in a pool of endless dreaming
Lay the restless head on a seabed of tranquility
Close those scarred eyes on a vision of peace
Silence those chapped lips on an uttering of truth
Unwind those laboured hands on the making of good
And release the soul into a realm where souls unite and float freely.
tempest 02/04/06

2009-04-12T21:07:00.002+01:00

You have to stop punishing yourself and accept that there are bad people in this world who are going to do bad things.

tempest

2009-04-08T12:27:00.003+01:00

The world needs people like you, yet it struggles to accommodate your needs.
The world craves for your good nature, but in return can only offer you mockery.
It is people like you that struggle to survive in this world because goodness is what you know and know no different.
That does not deter you nor make you switch sides as its those qualities humanity loves and admires.
The people will envy and mock as they secretly try and become just like you.
06/04/09 tempest

Dedicated to PMK

2009-02-27T22:35:00.001Z

Glen Hansard & Marketa Iglova - Falling Slowly Lyrics

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

2009-02-27T22:30:00.002Z

There is no such thing as getting 'over' a person,
you just get used to living without them
(tempest)

2008-10-24T18:25:00.001+01:00

Walking in a parallel universe to the one that you belong to
Disastrously attempting to break down the barrier that others before you put in place
Knowingly a mind-set moulded, a dogmatic lifestyle led is hard to convert.
Stubbornly searching a loophole within the system to free you from a fate written and a destiny unwanted,
Alas to no avail;
Fear,
Submission,
And loyalty to a cause laid before you, is the path you chose.
A seed planted within you from birth, nurtured and tamed cannot be softly killed through any woman’s touch.

2008-07-27T21:41:00.003+01:00

Emancipating the light from the darkness rivets around the notion that much required strength and the utmost contagious flow of pure love is needed.
Love in its purest form neither discriminates nor differentiates.
Both the affluent and deprived can acquire it.
Love in its purest form does not disintegrate with the passing of time rather its bond strengthens and its light never fails to brighten the darkest of days.
Its grasp tightening;
Its union strengthening;
Its laugh victorious:
Its pain torturous.
A million love songs will not suffice.
A million words will fail to enchanter.
A million paintings will not succumb to an emotion as strong as the casting iron.
You alone and alone will witness the rise and fall of such adoration.

tempest.

As of yet untitled

2008-07-17T23:13:00.002+01:00

There is this pain instilled within my heart.
A pain so crude and torturous.
A pain that numbs the emotion of love,
Deafens laughter and exercises discontent.
A pain that plays the devils game and leaves the hearts entangled in a hopeless fall.
An attraction fatal;
A wound unhealing;
A soul shaken;
A unity shattered;
A chapter forgotten
And a story untold.

tempest 13/07/08

Bleeding beauty

2008-06-28T20:47:00.001+01:00

She has become tired and weak once more
Her land cannot absorb the seeping blood of man
Poisoned by it, she wails a painful cry
More remains to bury six feet under
Shrouds of black veil her luscious green beauty
The cedar bows down in homage to its fallen victims
Whilst the wind carries her painful wails through the mountaintops and valleys
From Bekaa to Tyre
From the north to the south
And her people can not hear her sorrowful whisper nor feel her painful ache
She is dying and no one dares to notice.

tempest 17/05/08

2008-06-13T09:25:00.012+01:00

Inspired by 'the bucket list' I have written my own set of things to achieve before my light diminishes and i give my body to the soil and my soul goes back to its origin:

1) WitNEss the wOrlD fROm a DifFeReNT AnGLe

2) WitnESs A BEauTy thAt WAs oNCe SaiD NO pENCiL cAN DrAW it, NO cOLOuRs

cAn paINt it and NO WOrdS cAN deSCribE it in ALL its MagNIficENce.

3) Find My SOul MaTE

4) NOT Be aFRAid

5) VISit thE mUSeUM and BUriaL SITe of GibRAn

6) Be aBLe to FOrGIve thOSe I cAN nOT

7) BE soMetHInG To SoMeoNE

8) SPend the nIGhT in a CAve fULL of BaTs

9) Own a Pet SNAke

10) TO KNow my EXisTEnce Was NOt a WAstED ONE

Close to You

2008-04-16T22:10:00.000+01:00

Close to You (I watch the sunrise)

Avalon - Orphans of God

2008-01-31T21:56:00.000Z

Who here among us has not been broken
Who here among us is without guilt or pain
So oft’ abandoned by our transgressions
If such a thing as grace exists
Then grace was made for lives like this

There are no strangers
There are no outcasts
There are no orphans of God
So many fallen, but hallelujah
There are no orphans of God

Come ye unwanted and find affection
Come all ye weary, come and lay down your head
Come ye unworthy, you are my brother
If such a thing as grace exists
Then grace was made for lives like this

O blessed Father, look down upon us
We are Your children, we need Your love
We run before Your throne of mercy
And seek Your face to rise above

2008-01-01T14:38:00.001Z

Beyond the horizon
Of which horizon dost thou speak?
That dwelling of the setting sun
Or where the sky embraces the deep blueness of the sea
Its existence futile in minds of those wishing to transcend upon the invisible ladder towards the Beloved
Speech a remedy for those who cannot converse in the language of the hearts
Entwining hearts converge on the ship of unconditional love
Boisterously singing in praises
Ecstatically dancing freely
Freely
As free as the cageless bird whose wings define its limits
Free as the wind whose speed defines its boundary
Free as the soul who knows His Beloved; has no restriction save his egocentricity
Come down oh shackles of the darkened era, light has come forth

Away oh pride, superiority and greatness
Woe is the great,
And woe, oh woe you shall be.

tempest

Mainstay - Take away

2007-12-04T08:13:00.000Z

Rid me of the notion that I ever had any rights
Cleanse me of the motives that come in such a clever disguise
Ruin my agenda, holy as it never was

It's all from Your hand
and there's nothing that's mine
and all that You give
You're free to take away

I'm just trying to hold on, clinging to the dream inside
I was only selfish, and you were only part of my life

Every breath, every word
There isn't one thing I deserve
And all that I am is Yours

It's all from Your hand
and there's nothing that's mine
and all that You give
You're free to take away

So so beautiful...

Striving to escape escapism. Part 1

2007-12-02T09:27:00.000Z

Striving to escape escapism. The day spent in a world of fantasy, conjuring up mini movies to flee the reality of your mundane and unattractive life. Where shall this wondering mind take you, to what ends of the earth will you travel to and what acquaintances will you adorn yourself with. As we are talking about ones self and ones own imagination, the ego cannot contain its excitement, therefore it is only befitting that you shall turn out to be the hero, after all you do become the writer, the producer and director, all in one.

Whatever the scenario maybe in your world of fantasy and illusion, the act of fulfillment be it for a fraction of a second or hours on end, diverts the attention away from the some what harshness of life.

The failures of the self, the pressures of society, the need to be something which you can not be, the burden that lies on ones shoulder. We grow tired of the commercialistic society that we live in. The means to escape is quite simple in a time where everything and anything is easily obtainable. The unlimited indulgence of alcohol and illicit drugs, the lavish spending, the absorption into the lives of celebrities, anything which distracts you from your own reality and leads one not confronting their own lives can be classed as escapism, and the individual known as ‘the escapist’.

2007-10-12T17:18:00.000+01:00

You try to be strong, brave, courageous, all branches from the same tree. You try to hide your weakness from those who know your vulnerability. You have a duty towards your daughter to make sure she learns the lessons of life, to show her humanity at its best.
But then you look within, you see that child that once was. That child that grew up surrounded by fragility and chaos, that became an adult searching for truth, and the struggles between this world and the next. Trying to live for tomorrow but are aware that it may never come.
You try to forgive and let go but the child staring back at you reminds you of that once upon a time dream. You look back and think where did i go wrong, but even if you had the answer, its not going to change your yesterdays into todays.
So you turn your face to the One who breathed life into you, who gave you this life as a means of knowing Him. You try to pursue that goal.....and now come the trials and tribulations of agonising love and painful separation. You look deep into your heart rooting out all types of love that have no use invading the space reserved for only One Love.
Then you let go.
Let go of all the trust you had placed in man. All the hope that builds in your system only to be washed away by a flicker of insecurity.
You start to see that journey unfold, the same journey you read time and time again, in books of literature, philosophy and mysticism. You wonder how it starts off and where it all ends. You read the supplications of praise and then forgiveness, then sit in a state of solitude, a moment of reflection, of new found hope and reignited love. For that moment you become at peace with yourself and you start to make peace with the world.

Life is painful to live, but even more painful if you dont know how to live it.

2007-10-07T23:22:00.001+01:00

You relive moments time after time as if the whole world has stood still and your pain is the only pain.
You have flashbacks again and again as if your fears are the only fears and nothing can compare to them.
You walk in the shadows of men so that you go unnoticed to hide the secrets of your shattered heart.
You search for answers in the shallowness of this world to comprehend the hurt and find a way to heal.
You try to seek guidance from the peers of faith to justify the actions of but a few.
You have become like the walking dead, surrendering to fate whilst waiting for permission to leave this abode.
For now, you sit in silence while you are the product of the worlds heartless.

tempest

Martyrdom of Imam Ali (as) - 21st Ramadhan

2007-10-01T16:55:00.001+01:00

Soul TV

2007-09-30T22:00:00.000+01:00

Your remedy is within you
-What you seek is within you if only you reflect.

A dying mans last lecture
-When people are hit with an extreme, life-disrupting they will feel either wounded and bitter, or strengthened and better.

Spiritual Archeology
- Are their any ideals that if discussed, practiced and followed can enrich and unite all humanity?

Untitled as yet

2007-09-15T21:11:00.000+01:00

If life takes you by the throat and strangles you,
I will be there.
If people abandon you out of fear or betrayal,
Look unto Me.
If you lose hope seeking kindness in humanity,
Know My kindness never discriminates.
If society secludes you and you can not comprehend the 'why’s' and wait for the 'when’s',
Know that nothing happens in vain.
And if you lose your faith and your conscious seems to unaid you,
If you go running back to Him, stumbling and apprehensive
In a pitiful remorse and a fearing guilt
He will never turn away and is always ready for your arrival

Look unto Me in your darkest hour and let Me share in your happiest of moments.
And know that you are never alone.

tempest

2007-08-15T21:11:00.001+01:00

Then til Now

It has been a long time my companion
Since I last conversed with you of life and of love,
Of the sorrows and inflictions
Of the trials and the torment
Which pursue my fate.
And so here we meet again
On this long and sturdy path
With time passing before us.
The days and the months gone by
Bringing about change beyond our control
Trials beyond our understanding
And questions with answers beyond our limitation
It is this that either makes us as strong as the trunk of a tree,
Or as weak as the feeble stick on the back that carries it.
As I carry my load along this paved out path with a new arrival by my side,
I shall look beyond the realm of what if
And step into the realm of what now.
tempest

Try not to cry

2007-08-10T13:33:00.000+01:00

2007-01-21T11:23:00.000Z

As a mark of respect for Hussein ibn Ali (as) and for all those who lost their lives on that tragic morning of 10th Muharrem I will not be posting any new posts for 40 days.
However I will leave you with one final prayer, recited by Imam Hussein himself on the morning his precious soul departed this world.

O God, I put my trust in You in every tribulation.
You are my hope in every distress.

You are my trust and provider in every affair that falls upon me
Regardless of how much the heart may weaken, strategies fail,
Friends abandon and the enemy joyfully celebrate.

I have desired it under Your kingdom;
I complain to You out of my desire for You alone and none else.
Give me relief and dispel the calamity for You are the Master of all bounties,
the Owner of all benevolence and the Ultimate Destination of all desires.

2007-01-15T21:30:00.000Z

Time you are a shameful partner for a friend;
With the passage of dawn and sunset,
How many companions and supporters will be killed?
But time will not be content with my substitute;
The final affair rests with the Majestic One,
For every living being journeys back to Him along the path.

Imam Hussein (as) – Night of Ashura’

(Kitab Maqtal Al-Husayn – Abu Mikhnaf)

2007-01-05T17:26:00.001Z

You struggle to see the light within the darkness
The ray of hope glistening the stream
You isolate yourself in a ritual prayer
Hoping to seek a revelation to reassure your belief
And then you wait an agitated silence
Convincing the self you have reached the point of ascension
But deep within the layers of pride and self glorification
You try to block off reality
That you are ten steps back from where you started.
tempest

And so it ends...

2006-12-26T02:04:00.000Z

In finding you I never knew I had to let go.
inevitably the hour passed when you finally uttered the words of departure.
Your life shared amongst me opening the gates of your fragile heart
You wrapped your blanket of comfort and sang the song of friendship.
Abruptly the tale ended, you decided to dissolve the fairy tale dream
Without a moral or happy ending you packed up and left.
I, left to walk in your shadows, trailing in confusion
Trying to comprehend why your departure has left an unhealing wound.
Will the tree you sowed ever blossom?
Will the orphan you saved ever know?
Will you ever find the one you spent your days dreaming of?
Questions that will remain so, for the girl who cherished you soul.
tempest.

Dedicated to a special friend. Leaving you with happy thoughts. tempest

2006-11-12T09:49:00.000Z

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here


Sarah Mclachlan

2006-10-05T23:12:00.001+01:00

Where is the humanity in you?

Look at your dying hands.

Written the marks of executioner.

Stationed at the frontline.

Born to kill.

Look at your bludgeoned victim.

Tainted with marks of slaughter.

Shrouded in red;

Buried in white.

Look at your orphaned child.

Contaminated with a vision of hatred.

Disrupted and disturbed,

Innocence broken.

Look at your widow in love.

Replacement becomes futile.

Praying it is a nightmare.

Awakening to uncover emptiness.

Look at your people.

In total disarray.

Perplexed, thrown into darkness

Befriending nothing but their own shadows.

tempest

Remembering my people killed in Iraq on a daily basis for no other reason than just trying to live.

2006-10-04T22:27:00.000+01:00

To me:

When I first started this blog, it was a place where I could keep all the inspirational and interesting pieces I had read and recollect them from time to time. It also became a sanctuary where I could keep all my bad poetry I write. A place where I can just go and just feel peace with what I put in, and where I can truly be myself.

I look back and read through what I wrote over the past year and so many months and written between the lines...somewhere...there is a hidden meaning only which I can relate to. Looking back I remember the states I was in at each entry, sometimes in a state of confusion, at other times in a bubble of complete bliss only to find it burst down the line and clinging on to hope. I remember where I was when I wrote each entry, each emotion felt...how I can still feel it when I read back at an entry...how fresh it still seems, i can just taste it.

I look back and I don't just want to live, I just cant seem to fit into that conventional mode of life, I feel its not me, its not for me, it feels like an act that I put on, furthermore it's not want my heart wants.

It just feels like I cant relate to anyone at the moment, the few people who I have met, who I have had some connection with, who have guided me over the years have long gone and now im sitting here typing to myself wondering where to go from here.

I know what I want in my heart but is it achievable for me?

To be continued, if ever I pick up on the points made.

Tempest

2006-09-14T18:13:00.000+01:00

Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
(Flying without wings)

Still searching...

2006-08-06T14:41:00.001+01:00

Come
Come and let me speak of a life without You
Gone are the sleepless nights
The nights where I lay thinking of you
The nights where I suddenly wake up and know that You are close to me
And with that knowledge, with a smile on my face, I say 'I love You'
'Anaa Ahibeck'*
Ahibeck...
And fall into a peaceful retreat.

The days become fearful
No watcher, no protector
Just me and my shadow
Isolated in the world of materialism

Those days of sweet memories have long faded
My heart locked up until I find You again
For You to place key in lock and release the hearts content.
To release the burden of keeping all secret.

A life without You is like a fish without water
Or...or like a flower without light
Or like a world without Love
Does that need any further explanation.
tempest

* Ana ahibeck = I love you in Arabic

Note: Trying to write about a life with You, there are no words which can describe that feeling, that overwhelming joy and happiness, that sheer brilliance. I can only write about what life feels like without You in the hope that I get to feel You once more, the way I did, the way I crave for and the way I want it to last for eternity.

Let it be (Beatles)

2006-07-15T23:07:00.000+01:00

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

I really love these lyrics...let it be....three simple words yet delve within them and so many questions will be answered.

2006-06-21T17:52:00.001+01:00

How hard is it to find a smile?

I went out today, as I walked around I smiled at everyone who came into my view.
Out of all the people who I smiled at, only one smiled back. She was a short old lady, who seemed as though she had seem more dark days than light.
I remember her smile, the way she glanced at me. Whenever I remember that moment I feel joy.
Maybe its just me but I feel so much happiness when I see a person smile.
When a child smiles the whole world smiles back at them, but as we age a smile becomes a rarity.

So how hard is it to smile?

2006-06-19T08:55:00.001+01:00

Conquer anger by love.

Conquer evil by good.

Conquer the mean by generosity.

Conquer the liar by truth…

Never in the world is hatred conquered by hatred:

Hatred is conquered by love.

Dhammapada 223, 5

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-06-15T14:15:00.000+01:00

Dying Poet

When the time comes for
The nightingale to exhaust all chords
For the phoenix to burn all feathers
For the peacock to surrender all beauty

When the stream of ink runs dry
When the lyrics of emotion fail to enchant
The dying poet breathes his last
Ceases to exist
Becomes a memory
A pen name
A shadow
Whereby the student of writing is left his legacy
It is not for them to seek happiness in this world
If it passes them by it is a gift,
Aspiring to join the ranks of the dying poet.
For in his lifetime
He felt the peoples hurt
Suffered what they suffered
And his verses spread out like fire
Verses of sadness,
Of love
Of hope,
Of life.

The dying poet will leave this world to join the ranks of saints.

tempest

Dedicated to The Dying Poet.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-06-10T17:54:00.000+01:00

Humanity's Call

There's a call.
Can you hear it? I can.
Coming from deep oceans .
Screeching, Wailing, Painfully calling.
Calling you.

There's a cry.
Does your heart bleed at the sound of it? Mine does.
Coming from war torn lands.
Screeching, Wailing, Painfully crying.
Crying for you.

There's a stare.
Staring at you, does your eyes see them? Mine do.
Coming from an orphaned child.
Screeching, Wailing, Painfully staring.
Staring at you.

There's a plea.
A plea for a generous hand, do you witness this sight? Mine do.
Coming from a beggar of ripe age.
Screeching, Wailing, Painfully pleading.
Pleading for you.

Shall I carry on?

Shall I speak to you of the pains of war that these eyes have witnessed,
Or the pangs of hunger and the thirst which this stomach has become accustomed to,
Or the separation of mother and child that this heart has felt,
Or shall you carry on living,
Ignoring the Screech,
The Wail,
The Pain
Of humanity's call.

tempest.

Loss

2006-06-09T09:07:00.000+01:00

At the temple there is a poem called 'Loss' carved into the stone

It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out.

You can not read loss

Only feel it...

(Memoirs of a Geisha)

2006-06-07T09:35:00.000+01:00

I watch the sunrise lighting the sky,

Casting its shadow near.

And on this morning bright though it be,

I feel those shadows near me.

But you are always close to me

Following all my ways.

May I be always close to you.

Following all your ways, Lord.

I watch the sunlight shine through the clouds,

Warming the earth below.

And at the mid-day,

life seems to say:"I feel your brightness near me."

For you are always...

1 watch the sunset fading away,

Lighting the clouds with sleep.

And as the evening closes its eyes,

I feel your presence near me.

For you are always...

I watch the moonlight guarding the night,

Waiting till morning comes.

The air is silent, earth is at rest -

Only your peace is near me.

Reminiscing about old school days, this hymn came into my mind, I used to love and still do this hymn amongst many others.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-06-02T16:41:00.000+01:00

The clouds take no form as the single droplets of rain weave themselves out of the mache
As each spine of grass quibble for the sparse mercy to relieve their torment a girl lies in communion with the ground.
Eyes closed, the scent of moist soil so sweet and short lived.
The body longing the ground;
The ground savouring each moment .
Yearning the ecstatic breath could last a lifetime,
The value of precious time loses all meaning.
Falling into a deep slumber of emptiness
To gradually lift out of consciousness
And there amid the tranquility of silence
The music of the birds brings back to life the passing of now.
tempest

How Do You Get That Lonely

2006-05-20T23:32:00.000+01:00

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad

To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all

Is better than the life that you had

How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go

How do you get that lonely... and nobody know

Blaine Larsen

2006-04-20T11:01:00.000+01:00

Dear William,

A faithful, Godly man would say that their Lord and what He manifests are his inspiration.
A person who is saddened in his daily affairs or at the state of others would say that was their inspiration to put pen to paper.
But what I write is merely carefully selected words placed neatly in a sentence to reflect my state of mind.
I look at this world and how beautiful it is and how much more beauty it contains within, then I look at its inhabitants and the way they have become.
I become torn between a state of deep longing for tranquillity and love and then the hardships of just being human.

Inspiration can come in the smallest form and in the most unexpected situations, one just needs to be open minded about where and when it comes and be ready to accept it.

And yes sometimes I can not write, my mind either becomes empty of everything or becomes congested with so many thoughts and emotions of life, of the human race that sometimes it’s better to keep silent.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-04-17T23:08:00.000+01:00

Nature can become our teacher and whisper to us the secrets of a peaceful life, but all we do is destroy it through the life we live today.
For how long can this world take our abuses, and not treat us badly in return;
Now it has a clear vendetta against us, as we fail to understand how to live in harmony.
Then the day will soon arise whereby
the trees will no longer shade off the heat;
the rain will no longer quench our thirst;
the ice will melt and drown out our call of remorse;
the wheat will no longer feed even the rich;
And all that once worked in harmony with man, will become a bitter enemy against man.
tempest©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-04-14T23:06:00.000+01:00

Weeping Statue

***

Weeping statue, do you here my cry?

The state i've become the angels die.

Weeping statue, do you feel my pain?

Fake treasures and greed are driving people insane.

Weeping statue im losing my mind;

Peace on earth i fail to find.

Weeping statue you stand so still;

You watch the people go by their will.

Weeping staute while oy ucarry on weeping;

The world deepens in turmoil whilst its people are fleeting.

Tempest©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-04-09T23:05:00.000+01:00

Unnoticed perception

I can not be what you perceive me to be.
Be that the shining rays of the splendid sun;
The drop of rain which brings forth life;
The startling flowers which adorn the gardens;
The singing nightingale with its enchanting melody;
Nor the beauty of the phoenix hypnotising lovers gaze.

I can only be the dust on which you walk upon…
…and go unnoticed until the ground and I become one.
Tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-04-03T16:43:00.000+01:00

Fill your bowl to the brim

and it will spill.

Keep sharpening your knife

and it will blunt.

Chase after money and security

and your heart will never unclench.

Care about the approval of people

and you will be their prisoner.

Do your work, then step back—

The only path to serenity.

Tao Te Ching 9

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-03-03T22:42:00.000Z

Love is an unspoken bond

Which is guarded by trust

That grows with time

Shared through people

And sealed with true intentions

tempest

2006-02-17T20:40:00.000Z

Until we meet again

The illnesses of society have decapitated my soul
Confused at how society can stoop so low
Departing these people I shall go
For a temporary while I bid farewell

Bless those searching for truth, purpose and love;
Seek with a heart of purity and innocence.
Until we meet again my friend on life’s journey
Peace be on your soul.

Tempest ©

(To those very few people who have touched my life, showed me love and who have given me a true purpose to my life...thank you...i'll be back when God wills it.)

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-02-17T12:41:00.000Z

All that is there

The slow trickling stream bringing with it a fresh cool drink to quench the thirst;
The blinding sun reaching out to cover the earth with its rays of warmth;
The chanting wind singing out its song of solitude;
If i could only be the coolness of the stream;
The warmth of the sun;
The song of the wind.
If i could only reach out,
be that...
... and much more.

For what is it to be that encapsulated soul in a body cable of destruction and torment.
Take this body back to the dry earth where it belongs;
Let it merge with the sweet smell of earth and let this soul be all that is free.
Tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-01-15T17:36:00.000Z

Like all mortal beings I too shall become a memory, which starts off strong then fades into the distance with the passage of time.

tempest

2006-01-15T15:31:00.000Z

(Source: unknown)

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-01-03T22:19:00.000Z

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2006-01-02T20:30:00.000Z

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-30T00:50:00.000Z

Story upon story

They say life is what we make it.
As I sit here in the silence of the night,
I reflect on my life; my story.
As another chapter ends; will another chapter begin?
Or will it end suddenly with the reader left wondering what if?
What sentiments will the Author prescribe to this feeble novel of so many He writes.
What lines of the story will the Author dictate unto me?
Who will become the hero and who the enemy?
Under which chapter will the happiness lie and where are the moments of sadness and hardship.

The lines have been written, the chapters now closed, the Author has all power and His ending shall be final.
The publishing now in full swing, as each page is carefully laid out and read.
The readers left skimming the pages of a life amongst so many.
Wondering how the novel will end, I gaze up and see the wonders of a clear night
If only the novel can be as clear as this.
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-28T19:27:00.000Z

tempest

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-24T21:04:00.000Z

For the sincere seeker difficulties, trials and tribulations will lead to
unveilings of higher knowledge. For the unbeliever they are simply dreadful experiences to be avoided.
The greater our difficulties and failures the more profound can be our humbleness and submission thereby awakening to the Divine will.

As the body develops physical co-ordination increases. As the mind develops rational behavior increases. As the self develops spiritual guidance increases.

Our attempt to remove or block out pain and uncertainty from everyday life has distanced us further from spiritual insight through humbleness and submission.

The true seeker is a constant traveler; from one place to another & up one state better. His life is a process of discoveries as each city bares it’s soul to him & parts it’s essence.

Man’s lust for wealth & power can never be satisfied. A qualitative quest cannot be satisfied by quantity.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-23T19:58:00.000Z

You Are Never Alone

Sometimes when the world's not on your side
You don't know where to run to
You dont know where to hide
You gaze at the stars in the sky
At the mountains so high
Through the tears in your eyes
Looking for a reason to replace what is gone
Just remember, remember
That you are never alone

You are never alone
Just reach into your heart and Allah is always there
You are never alone
Through sorrow and through grief
Through happiness and peace
You will never be alone

So now, as you long for your past
Prepare for you future
But knowing nothing's gonna last
You see, this life is but a road
A straight and narrow path
To our final abode
So travel well O Muslim
And Paradise will be your home
And always remember that you are never alone
Zain Bhikha

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-19T22:21:00.000Z

Steve Bloom: Untamed

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-19T22:16:00.000Z

Steve Bloom: Spirit of the wild

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-19T22:12:00.000Z

Only when the last tree has died

And the last river been poisoned

And the last fish been caught

Will we realise that we can not eat money

Cree Indian

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-08T14:41:00.000Z

I live only to do Thy will,
My lips move only in praise of Thee
O Lord, whoever becometh aware of Thee
Casteth out all else other than Thee.
O Lord, give me a heart
That I may pour it out in Thanksgiving
Give me life
That I may spend it
In working for the salvation of the world.
O Lord, give me understanding
That I stray not from the path
Give me light
To avoid pitfalls.
O Lord, give me eyes
Which see nothing but Thy glory.
Give me a mind
That finds delight in Thy service.
Give me a soul
Drunk in the wine of Thy wisdom.

Khwajah 'Abdallah Ansari

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-12-01T09:13:00.000Z

I have suffered so much under the hands of mortal men
I have given in, so that their temporary happiness in this fleeting world can content them.
I have forgiven so that their weary desires are met.
And yet the torture still continues;
The cut is so fierce;
The pain so sharp;
The wound…

…Never healing

Where is the one to heal such scars of weakness?
Where is the one to put an end to all this torment?
My heart has bled;
It has become drained of all life.
Drowning in a vast ocean of darkness.
Too tired of struggling in so much deepness
I have not begun to live
Yet all I want to do is go back home.
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The Treatise on Rights

2005-11-23T23:16:00.000Z

The Treatise on Rights is by Imam Ali Zainul Abideen (as) who is the great grandson of the Prophet and the fourth leader of the Shia school of thought. This book is one of his most outstanding teachings. It is a master document on Islamic human rights, which not only cover human rights, but they also include the rights of God, our parts, and our deeds. To any intelligent reader who ponders deeply about the contents of this valuable document on rights, it immediately becomes clear that Islam has already established the first document on rights nearly fourteen centuries ago. But unfortunately in our modern world there are those who claim to respect human rights but they do so only superficially.

You can read the whole treatise on rights here: Treatise on Rights

These are some of my favourites, even though i havent read through all of it yet.

The Greatest Right, is the right of God:

Then the greatest right of God incumbent upon you is that you worship Him without associating anything with Him. When you do that with sincerity, He has made it binding upon Himself to give you sufficiency in the affairs of this world and the next and to keep for you whatever of them that you like.

The Right of Yourself:

The right of yourself incumbent upon you is that you employ it in obeying God; then you deliver to your tongue its right, to your hearing its right, to your sight its right, to your hand its right, to your leg its right, to your stomach its right, to your private part its right, and you seek help from God in all that.

The Right of Your Mother:

The right of your mother is that you should know that she carried you where no one carries anyone, and she fed you with the fruit of her heart -that which no one feeds anyone, and she protected you with her hearing and sight, and her hands and legs, and her hair and skin and all her other organs. She was highly delighted to do so. She was happy and eager, enduring the harm and the pains, and the heaviness and the grief until the Mighty Hand expelled you out of her and delivered you out to the earth. She did not care if she went hungry as long as you ate, and if she was naked as long as you were clothed, and if she was thirsty as long as you drank, and if she was in the sun as long as you were in the shade, and if she was miserable as long as you were happy, and if she was deprived of sleeping as long as you were resting. And her abdomen was your abode, and her lap was your seat, and her breast was your supply of drink, and her soul was your fort. She protected you from the heat and the cold of this world. Then you should thank her for all that. You will not be able to show her gratitude unless through God's help and His granting you success.

AND THIS HAS TO BE MY FAVOURITE. THIS IS ONE OF THE MANY REASONS THIS MAN WAS
LOVED AND FOLLOWED BY MANY, EVEN THE ONES WHO WRONG YOU HAVE RIGHTS...

The Right of him who wrongs You:

And the right of him who wrongs you whether verbally or physically is that it is more appropriate for you to pardon him if it was done intentionally. This would eliminate bad feelings and is the polite way to treat most such people. Indeed God says: "But indeed if any do help and defend themselves after a wrong (done) to them, against such there is no blame. The blame is only against those who oppress men with wrongdoing and insolently transgress beyond bounds throughout the land, defying right and justice: for such there will be a Penalty grievous. But indeed if any show patience and forgive, that would truly be an exercise of courageous will and resolution in the conduct of affairs." The Almighty the High also says: "And if ye do catch them out, catch them out no worse than they catch you out. But if ye show patience, that is indeed the best (course) for those who are patient." This is so if it was intentional. But if he who wrongs you has done it unintentionally, then you should not oppress him by intentionally insisting on retaliation, lest you would be punishing him intentionally for what he has done unintentionally. You should also be friendly with him and treat him as gently as you can. And there is no power but in God.

Ya Allah!

2005-11-22T21:09:00.000Z

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-11-19T18:12:00.000Z

Your remedy is within you, though you do not see it;
And your ailment is from you, though you do not feel it:
Do you think you are but a small heavenly body,
While in you the Greatest World unfolds?!
And you are the clear book which,
Through its signs, what is hidden is revealed.
Imam Ali

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-11-16T00:21:00.000Z

Oh silence of the night engulf the sorrowful and endless grief in my heart.
They see me as a mad woman,
Whose silence is zombified;
Whose words are cursed;
Whose laughter is poison;
And whose cry is devilish.
Possessed by some evil spirit;
Cast upon by some envious soul.
A thousand excuses but none can justify this bleeding wound.
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The Prayer of St Francis

2005-11-06T14:06:00.000Z

Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

Grant that we may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

--The Prayer of St Francis

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-25T23:07:00.000+01:00

In many different traditions lighting candles is a sacred action. It expresses more than words can express. It has to do with gratefulness. From time immemorial, people have lit candles in sacred places. Why should cyberspace not be sacred?

Light a Candle: Reflect, reason and light.

Bless you all.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-25T11:40:00.000+01:00

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-25T10:02:00.000+01:00

For the victims of the kadhimiyah massacre, Iraq. 31st August 2005:

Amid the dust and chaos the innocent becomes the victim once more
The river a haven for death, you took our women, men and children,
You took their bodies but you can not take their souls
So many unknown heroes perished, so many sacrifices of humanity witnessed
So many needless deaths and many invaluable lives lost to deaths charms
The earth is calling for your body; your Lord is calling for your soul
Your loved ones letting go, for no choice has come to them whether you live or die.
Tonight the river sleeps silently, having had its share of human flesh.
Water mixed with blood of innocence

Rest now little one, your soul is free from the cage of oppression
For you do not have to witness life’s hardships anymore
Your life lived short, barely witnessed a glimpse
When God took your life a bud you were; He did you a favour
For you will not have to bear the wrinkles of sadness, nor the marks of oppression
Rise high and be free but do not forget your mother
When you are invited to Gods house; when you take that first glimpse of beauty, when you taste the divine spring
When you witness what heavens happiness is, when the overwhelming joy flourishes your heart,
Do not forget your mother; for she will be suffering your separation on earth
Her trial will carry on; more deaths and grievances will come to her before her time is nigh.
Oh son, I bore you up to die so soon without tasting the sweetness of life with you.
(Muhammed Tama’ Al-musawi aged 8, died with a dua book hidden in his chest, went to do ziyarat for his fathers, as that day also marked the anniversary of his fathers death. Dedicated also to all the children who perished.)

As the wave wraps round your feeble body; as it grabs you and takes you under
Your soul releases itself back unto its Lord
You witnessed all that life had to offer; saw good in very few and evil for what it had to give.
You wore the hardships of oppression; you tasted the staunchness of death of many of your companions; and now its time for you to drown in your own death.
You served your Lord throughout the decades
You taught the signs of your Creator
You dreamt the day you would die like a true martyr
Your day has come
Your face illumined
The body no more a barrier
You lived your life until old age came to you, you feared the way you wanted to die
But God has chosen you to die a grand death
Your forefathers are waiting for you; do not delay further
The end to your sequel has come.

(Dedicated to the Sheikh whos face captured the Iraqi media and became yet another symbol for another class of people who needlessly perished; the elderly)

A hero amongst your neighbours you became
You saved the lives of many but could not hold onto your own
As the wings of death were knocking on your door
You’ve become a symbol of Iraqi Unity
A symbol which none shall forget
When it came to doing humanity differences meant nothing
Your father now standing proud for you showed us how be
A legacy has been created from your departure.
A renewed love; a renewed hope.

(Dedicated to Othman al-Ubeydi, a sunni muslim who saved around seven lives before drowning trying to save another, may God bless your dear soul for we are indebted to your bravery, your act was truly an act of humanity and to other unknown heroes)

Tomorrow the innocent will lay to rest
Grave upon grave
Story upon story
Sadness upon sadness
From the beginning of time, blood has flowed from your land
Hussein called you the place of agony and ordeal*
And that surely you became.
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*The probably most famous event in history within Shia islam was when the Prophets grandson and his family were slaughtered in Karbala, Iraq. Karbala in Arabic means, ‘karb’ agony and ‘bala’ means ordeal.
From the beginning the Shias were severely oppressed, it shoudnt surprise anyone that they still are now.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-10T00:32:00.000+01:00

Inspired By God

The ink of a writer
The paint of an artist
The inspiration of a poet
The mind of a thinker
The wise words of a priest
Each of their minds containing a special wisdom
Each one of them has a vision of truth;
Has a guided light;
Has a firm objective
To serve in the presence of the Lord they will
To spread out His word through
Ink
Paint
Inspiration
Mind
Wise words
Those who are fortunate to meet such people on life’s journey
Take heed, for when in the presence of a Lover of God
The earth beneath trembles
The skies above flicker
The wind sings in tune
Nature becomes a servant to Love and Loves Companion
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-09T06:19:00.000+01:00

Hour of darkness

The anticipated hour of darkness has surfaced
Conveying with it, the calmness and tranquillity of nothing
From the shadows of the night, the sorrowful emerge deep from their slumber
Materialising the moment they have in solitude, nothing to fathom them from this delusion
Weeping silently their foreheads touch the ground softly, as the tears drop selflessly; the thirsty earth selfishly awaits for more.
Their hands pressed against the earth wanting her to swallow them up and unleash their souls.
For the stillness of the night brings out the lovers of God; while the rest lie intoxicated with idealistic thoughts.

O Beloved! Take this treacherous soul and purify it with your unconditional love;
I have sought it from every mountain; spoken to every mystic; tasted every wine; wondered far and wide;
But none can bring me to You apart from You
Be generous to this wretched servant;
These verses composed from yearning for You
For if it weren’t for you, the pen wouldn’t write and the heart wouldn’t beat; my mind would cease to exist.
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بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-09-09T05:35:00.000+01:00

2005-08-19T20:35:00.000+01:00

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-07-03T03:06:00.000+01:00

So many broken hearts;
So many incomplete souls;
So many unfinished stories;
So many discontinued paths;
Too many have lost their way veiled by the curtain of wanting.
Too have have lived in a realm of fake happiness and long hope
Too many have confused the path of truth with falsehood
Too many are imprisoned with their egos to be able to see the light
Wake up and see the beauty of the world
The vast oceans
The forgotten lands
The diverse creation
Free yourself from the shell that keeps you constrained
Feel the freedom nature gives
Above all find the reason of living, of being created.

tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-07-02T19:41:00.000+01:00

Quote

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

2005-06-24T21:01:00.000+01:00

words of wisdom

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

2005-06-24T02:07:00.000+01:00

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

2005-06-19T03:39:00.000+01:00

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-W.H. Auden (1907-1973)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

2005-06-19T03:30:00.000+01:00

Though distance has broken hope's own back,
Though cruelty has tied desire's hands,
The drunken lover's heart will not give up.
The goal's in reach if you try hard enough.

Rumi's Rubaiyat Translated by Zara Houshmand

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-16T06:44:00.000+01:00

Tears for my Love

A tear falls in the stillness of the night
Intended for only one, meant for the One
Within the slow melting tear the reflection of love is witnessed
One by one they emerge and lose their way, never to return to their birth place.
Increasing in fluctuation; becoming disorientated
Each tear a tribute to the Beloved
Each one testifying the sacrament of love
Each one a symbol solely for Him
Each one not forgotten, stored in Holy Scriptures
The yearnings of each tear in anticipation to reach their Love
Competing and striving, battling and enraging to be the first to annihilate
To be the first to obtain proximity
To be the first to be welcomed
To be the first to taste the initial joy
The madness of the still night; how ironic?
The stillness brings out the insanity of lovers
These tears, shed alone in love, shed alone for love
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-15T05:25:00.000+01:00

"Join the Ranks of

the Broken Hearted"

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-14T20:19:00.000+01:00

Talking

And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."

And he answered, saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered

When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

The Prophet - Khalil Gibran

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-14T04:34:00.000+01:00

Why is it that I can sense a sorrow in your heart?
Grief enough to undress the delicate rose
Pain to shatter your soul into pieces
Let me carry your burden, to let your heart be at peace.
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

2005-06-05T02:46:00.000+01:00

Regret

The sins of my self have thickened the veils over my eyes
The evil vices of hatred have hardened the walls of my heart
The voluntary faults have tainted my speech
Where shall I flee?
Whom shall I flee to?
In which direction should I face?
I am too ashamed of the evil committed by my hands alone
My face hidden in the darkness which has become I
Remorse and regret is all that is left
Of the years of oppression caused by my senses

How shall the curtain fall?
How shall the wall break?
How shall the spoil cleanse?

Who is there to forgive a sin?
To shower mercy
To guide the lost
Who owns the power to make imperfect perfect

Not a soul on this earth can possess such power and might
I was a sinful creature; I still am a sinful creature
But there is light to those who seek it;
Who yearn to be free from all evil
Whether committed directly or indirectly

For those who want to be guided there is a way
All things have a purpose, nothing is created in vain.
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-04T02:18:00.000+01:00

O God, I put my trust in You in every tribulation.
You are my hope in every distress.

You are my trust and provider in Every affair that falls upon me
Regardless of how much the heart may weaken, strategies fail,
Friends abandon and the enemy joyfully celebrate.

I have desired it under Your kingdom; I complain to You out of my desire from You alone and none else. Give me relief and dispel the calamity for You are the Master of all bounties, the Owner of all benevolence and the Ultimate Destination of all desires.

Dua of Imam Hussein (as) on the Morning of Ashura’ (Kitab Maqtal Al-Husayn – Abu Mikhnaf)

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-06-04T02:14:00.000+01:00

اللهم أنت ثقتي في كل كربٍ، ورجائي في كل شدةٍ وأنت لي في كل أمر نزل بي ثقةٌ وعدةُ.

كم من همٍ يضعفُ فيه الفؤاد، وتقل فيه الحيلة، ويخذل فيه الصديق، ويشمت فيه العدو،

أنزلته بك وشكوته إليك رغبةً مني إليك عمن سواك،

ففرجته وكشفته، وأنت ولي كل نعمة، وصاحب كل حسنة، ومنتهى كل رغبة

إمام حسين (ع

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-19T03:21:00.000+01:00

Distant memory

You are but only a distant memory
A vision shadowed by the darkness of time
A thought disfigured by the distance of space
A sound distorted by the rhythm of anarchy
And a touch contaminated by poisonous desires

You are but only a distant memory
Gone are the days of tranquillity and simple ness
Enter forth the world of chaos and mayhem
A recluse laments in the middle of the night
Desolate as nation upon nation desert his circle

You are but only a distant memory
Lamenting now the heart beseeches his Lord
Peace drowned with anxiety; agitation over clouds respite
Struggling to find guidance; as the world abandons him
Struggling to find the path; as the selfish soul tirelessly darkens his way

Now you are but only a forgotten memory
As the soul awakens from its deep slumber
It gathers strength from the eternal light
The truth unveils itself to the eager soul
Ready to accept its unseen journey to the unseen

You are but only a buried memory

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2005-05-18T23:30:00.000+01:00

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-18T23:24:00.000+01:00

"Is there anything more important than prayer?" asked the disciple of his master. The master asked the disciple to go to a nearby bush and cut off a branch. The disciple obeyed.
"Is the bush still alive?" asked the master.
"Just as alive as before," answered the disciple.
"Now go and cut the roots," said the master.
"If I do that, the bush will die," said the disciple.
"Prayers are the branches of a tree, whose roots are called faith," said the master. "There can be faith without prayer. But there can be no prayer without faith."

“Maktub” – Paulo Coelho

2005-05-17T19:43:00.000+01:00

Anonymous
Khadem al-Hussain

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-17T07:38:00.000+01:00

Hide the faults of others deep in the earth
If shame is what their actions make you feel.
But if you mirror both their good and bad
Then you yourself must be like polished steel.

Rumi's Rubaiyat- Translated by Zara Houshmand

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-17T07:27:00.000+01:00

‘Ahwaal

The state of the Soul is forever changing;
The highs and the lows
One charging in front of the other;
One for the never ending love; annihilation
The other for carnal desires’; temptation
Competing;
Trying to get on top, in command
Tearing the Soul;
Stay focused!
Which of the states is the soul urging for?
One so easy to grasp,
The other lies within trials and tribulation;
But its goal once reached lies infinite happiness.
So which of the states would you want to set forth and become?
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-14T12:50:00.000+01:00

Continued from the Valley of Pain.

The valley of love.

The enchanting wind calmly passes its wonders;
In a motion of delight the breeze gently elevates the heart into ecstasy
The melody of the nightingale sings each note with a perfect whisper;
A radiance of light beaming from its glistening eyes;
So much passion and love expressed as each note sings out its meaning,
Oh the serene, quiet, undisturbed valley of love;
Once tasted how can the heart but not surrender to this ecstatic addiction
Founded on love…
Drunk on love…
Lives on in love…
The wonders of the valley no eye can comprehend
For the Love that God bestowed vaguely is tasted;
‘Til the day when the soul is united with its Beloved.
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-07T10:24:00.000+01:00

Hearts Secret

The heart has a hidden secret within its darkest, most sensitive chamber;
Wanting the world to know what hides within its walls
But how can it be known when people will only make a mockery out of it;
Its passion starved of love;
Its cries drowned by hearsay;
Its compassion silenced by ignorance.
It’s then best left in its hidden chamber;
To mourn with its veils of silk curtains;
The anarchy within its chamber disturbs the deep thought of a thousand mystics;
How can this heart be tranquil, if its secret is not revealed?
The heart is a mystery within mysteries
So small yet contains so much;
So deep yet its deepness reflects gradual light
Embraces so much and yet its limits are not known
Expressing many emotions and holds many characters
If you knew the secret of the heart, would this life be enough to contain it?
tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-04T07:02:00.000+01:00

(Kitab Maqtal Al-Husayn – Abu Mikhnaf)

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

2005-05-03T00:01:00.000+01:00

Let the wines of the heaven overflow;
Let them spill out onto the vast oceans of darkness;
Let the flood of light from the heavens do battle against the deepest, darkest shadows and then victory shall avail. The flag bearer shall now encompass its victory…
Let the soul speak out of the love it entails when the battle is won,
Let the wine intoxicate the mind, the body and the soul
Listen to the tunes of the heart, follow the heart and it will lead thou to thy soul.
Follow the soul and it will lead thou to the undying and quenchable love, which no man can eternally comprehend.
The mystics speak of thy wine, yet the world laughs at ease,
At the dawn of a new era, when the trumpets come to blow for the final time all those who are in the heavens and earth swoon away, save him whom Allah wills.
Move forward for you have been guided,
You are the one who guides and are rightly guided+
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+ Zuhayr b. Qayn…Companion of Imam Hussein in Kerbala, uttered this sentence as he went to do battle against the army of Yazid (la)

2005-04-29T14:33:00.001+01:00

اللهم اني أدعوك كما أمرتني
فأستجبلي كما وعدتني
إنك لا تخلف الميعاد

Lord I pray to You as You have Commanded
So answer me as You have promised
For You do not break Promises.