A Woman’s Story

December 14, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, “My dear child, why are you crying?”The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.

The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with pearls.

“Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked
The seamstress replied, “No.”

The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver
thimble ringed with sapphires.

“Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
Again, the seamstress replied, “No.”

The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.
“Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.

The seamstress replied, “Yes.”

The Lord was pleased with the woman’s honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.

Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water.

When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, “Why are you crying?”

“Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!”

The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney.

“Is this your husband?” the Lord asked.
“Yes,” cried the seamstress.

The Lord was furious. “You lied! That is an untruth!”

The seamstress replied, “Oh, forgive me, my Lord It is
a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said ‘no’ to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said ‘no’ to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said ‘yes,’ you would have given me all three. Lord, I’m not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT’S why I said ‘yes’ to George Clooney.

And so the Lord let her keep him.

The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it’s for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others.

That’s our story, and we’re sticking to it.

Signed,
All Us Women

Ya Haqq!

PS  My sister sent me this story. She has a wonderful and understanding husband :)  Please feel free to repost it, and change the men’s names to anyone you wish.


The Sufi and the Sultan

December 13, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

When the Sufi Master Shaqiq-e Balkhi was on the pilgrimage to Mecca, he had reached Baghdad when the Sultan, Harun al-Rashid, sent for him.

“Counsel me,” Harun commanded.

“Then attend,” Shaqiq proceeded. “Almighty God has set you in the place of Abu Bakr the Trusty, and requires trustiness from you as from him. He has set you in the place of Omar the Discriminator, and requires from you as from him discrimination between truth and falsehood. He has set you in the place of Othman of the Two Lights, and requires of you as from him modesty and nobility. He has set you in the place of Ali the Well-Approved, and requires from you as from him knowledge and justice.”

-From the Memorial of the Saints by Attar

Alhamdulillah!  Those who lead nations are slaves of God and servants to their people, and if they fear God’s judgement, they rule with trustworthiness, discrimination, modesty, nobility, knowledge and justice. If such leaders become tyrants and corrupt, better for them if they had never been born.

Ya Haqq!


A Day With the Prophet

December 11, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

“He who has spent a complete day without causing harm to anyone else, has spent his day with the Prophet (pbuh); were he to do harm to one person, Allah (swt) will not accept any of the prayers he has offered that day.”

- Attributed to Sufi Master Abu al-Hasan Kharaqani.

Ya Haqq!


The Horseman

December 9, 2006

Skeleton-Horseman-Abstract-Background

Suddenly stirring from her chair,

my daughter to the window flew,

streaming her treasure of flaxen hair,

hearing the call once I heard too,

and I knew, yes I knew, O God, what she would see.

And yes, she, pointing at the willow tree,

looking back at me, said

“O mother, mother come and see,

there is a horseman calling me,

calling softly by the tree.

His horse is pale as the moonlight

and he wears a hooded cloak,

but he has no flesh, O mother,

quickly, come and see.

He smiles with bone, O mother,

and he’s calling me.”

“Do not go to him,” I cried,

“Answer not his call.

You are too young to be his bride,

he at the last shall be denied,

I instead shall with him ride.”

“But he calls to me so sweetly,

I cannot resist.

His voice compels me so completely,

who is he?

Why does he so persist?”

“He is an angel of the dead, my child,

and once, when I was young and wild,

this covenant he made with me

while I was dying and you aborning.

To take me now, and let you be,

Or leave us both to live that morning,

but return in fifteen years and three

to marry you by the willow tree,

and I accepted, child, fearfully!

For with the foresight of his kind,

he saw you fair of form and face,

to his mind, fairest of the human race.

One to wed as his great prize,

till the world is ended and the dead arise.

He intends you to forever dwell

where the first of his kind fell

beside the lake of frozen fire,

in Lucifer’s eternal hell.”

Yes, he thinks my child to take,

leave me sleep, and then awake

as from a dream, but for your sweet sake

I will enact a desperate deceit.

Robe in your dress, pray he does not guess

till it’s too late, and my long due fate complete.

Damned I’ll be, but you I’ll hide

from he who rode by Satan’s side

in the war of heaven.

And perhaps, at the last,

even I may be forgiven.

Thus she took her own child’s dress

and a hat with heavy veil

to hide her elder, tear-streaked face,

kissed once her daughter, her joy, her pride,

then threw the door open wide

and to the willow tree did race,

leaped on his horse, became his bride

as her daughter softly cried.

He, never glancing to the side,

merely gestured and the mist departed,

not knowing his voice,

which was his power and his pride,

failed him by a mother’s love

on this particular moonlight ride.

- Irving Karchmar  © 1986


Book and Writing Interview

December 6, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

The excellent Sufi resource and blog, Sufi News and Sufism World Report, has republished an interview with this darvish on the craft of writing in general, and on writing Master of the Jinn: A Sufi Novel in particular. You can read the interview by clicking here.

Those that struggle by the pen may find it interesting.

Ya Haqq!


Nine Things

December 4, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, ‘My Cherisher has ordered me nine things: (1) To reverence Him, externally and internally; (2) to speak true, and with propriety, in prosperity and adversity; (3) moderation in affluence and poverty; (4) to benefit my relations and kindred who do not benefit me; (5) to give alms to him who refuses me; (6) to forgive him who injures me; (7) that my silence should be in attaining knowledge of God; (8) that when I speak, I should mention Him; (9) that when I look on God’s creatures, it should be as an example for them.’

Alhamdulillah, that our Cherisher has sent us such an example to follow.

- from The Threshold Society website: hadiths on non-violence, peace and mercy

Ya Haqq!


O Thou, Above All Imaginations

December 2, 2006

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

O Thou who art above all imaginations, conjectures, opinions and ideas, above anything people have said or we have heard or read. The assembly is finished and life has reached its term, and we have, as at first, remained powerless in describing Thee.

From the Gulistan (Rose Garden) of Shaykh Muslih-uddin Sa’di Shirazi

Alhamdulillah! All praise is Thine alone, ineffable, indescribable, beyond thought and form, without direction or place or time. Thy attributes are manifest in Thy signs, on the horizons and in ourselves. In remembrance of Thee is our joy, gratitude toward Thee our daily bread, loving Thee our only purpose.

Ya Haqq!


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