Friday, 22 November 2013

The Islamic Spiritual Path

The Two Dimensions of Islam


Islam is composed of two different dimensions.
The outer and the inner
The external and the internal
The form and the essence
The apparent and the spirit

Why is this important? Why do we need to know that there are these two different dimensions of Islam? What can it cost us if we fail to understand these two different dimensions?
One example of its importance can be found in the story of Iblis (Satan) – Iblis excelled in external practice. There is not a space in the world where he has not done sajdah. (Prostrated to God)  His physical Ibadah was untouchable. His core and fundamental mistake was that he had no internal development. He failed to serve the Lord internally.


Form does not constitute essence. This is the most critical mistake we make as Muslims nowadays.  Carrying out only the physical obligations does not constitute the spiritual state which is our ultimate goal.
External submitting means to adhere to Shariah; to pray, to fast and to do all of our normal obligations in order to carry out the external dimension of Islam.  How do we apply Islam internally in addition to the external dimension?


One critical mistake we often make is linking piety with the forms. If a Muslim is praying, wearing a hijab, growing a beard, dressing Islamically or reading the Quran – we equate these external forms with piety. The critical mistake we make is equating the essence with the form. And they are not often the same.

The reality of Islam is when it’s applied to both dimensions. Physically as well as spiritually. Externally as well as internally. The internal state is what is the most important. That is essential.  We can have the forms and in reality the forms are meant to give expression they’re meant to give form, they are meant to emerge from the inner state of Islam and to give us a way to communicate and express the internal dimension of Islam, but they cannot replace the internal dimension of Islam.


They cannot replace internal surrender.  One example being Salah (Prayer). The body goes through different motions when praying. The final point being a physical act of surrendering when the forehead is touching the ground.  But how do we feel inside?


Salah (Prayer) gains its power and meaning when the heart and soul is in a state of Islam. That is the perfection of the Islamic spiritual path and the perfection of Islam.
Over the last few decades Islam has become politicised due to the varying conflicts of the modern world whereas in history the spiritual path was always adhered to. Islam has lost its spirituality and therefore lost its soul.


What we've ended up with and few people are actually admitting it is the second age of ignorance. An age of total ignorance of what Islam truly is. We've lost the meaning and purpose of Islam. Even though we go through the forms and we talk about Islam, the results are very clear. Islam is not doing well on the superficial level in the world today and we see this horrible image portrayed of Islam and we have no one to blame but ourselves.


If MUSLIMS truly understood Islam and if we truly practised it in the way that it was meant to be practised we would have much better results.  Allah swt says “I do not change the condition of a people until they change it themselves”.


It is up to us to carry the true banner of Islam towards peace and enlightenment as it was meant to be carried. Muhammad (pbuh) said “there will come a day where nothing remains of Islam but its name.”
We are very likely in that day now. Where we talk about Islam and we hear about Islam but nobody understands the REALITY of Islam.


What is the reality of the Islamic spiritual path? Is it just a formal religion? Is it just this external code of conduct? Or is there something more to it? Is it an authentic path to enlightenment?  A real path to divine peace. To Human excellence. Is it a path to progress?  Are we as Muslims demonstrating that? This lack of understanding, this loss of understanding, now necessitates a second age of enlightenment, a second Islamic golden age and it’s on the horizon. I believe that we are beginning to wake up and we’re beginning to realise what Islam truly is, and we’re beginning to go back to its spiritual root, to its spiritual core and its essence. There is nothing more necessary now than a rediscovery of Islamic spirituality.

Let’s review what we have covered thus far. Islam is a gift, it is a divine gift from God.  And it was given to us for our benefit, you see Allah (swt) does not need anything from us, He doesn't need our worship, He doesn't need anything we can possibly offer or do, and He gave us Islam as a gift for US. And if we truly understand it and if we practice it properly, it begins to change every aspect of our lives, our spiritual lives as well as our practical lives. We can achieve a complete balanced experience of life through the Islamic spiritual path.








Adapted from the works of Brother Ihsan Torabi.
Full access to his works can be found here:http://www.islamicmeditation.com/main/
To see Brother Ihsan talk about this topic in detail himself please visit here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrAZQaYA3yw

May Allah bless his family and his loved ones for all his hard work and may we all wake up to an age of enlightenment.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Hope

Hope


Through my art I hope to find
A place beyond this world of mine
The camera lens
The ink and pen
Will illustrate just
Who we are

The sweat that drips
Upon the steel
Bodies carved
For us to feel
Alive again
We burn like stars
A light in the dark
Between Venus and Mars


The Lost Diaries Part 5

Self Fulfilling Prophecy

It's a sad sad world that we’re living in
People around us consumed by their own sin
The strong eat the weak and the weak feed the strong
No wonder why all can’t get along

Brutal violence has poisoned our streets
And the drugs and guns and knives are there to feed 
This social image that the media believes in
And forcefully controls our minds to perceive 

Ourselves as gangsters
Ourselves as outcasts

And so the teachers too will point in the class
“You’ll be a lawyer, you’ll be a nun!”
“If you study hard boy you’ll be a rich business man”
“But you there lad, here take this gun”
“You’ll be the mistake that society learns to run from”

“And you there coloured boy, put down that book!”
“And pick up the trash and throw away your looks”
“For you will have no brain so put that in the bin too
And give up on school ‘cos I will give up on you”

And thus are born the children of the system
One with a degree
And the other with his fist on
The faces of our mothers and fathers in anger
For no one believed that he could do it so he gave up
And when the system lets you down
The streets will pick you up
The devil in your ear will give you want you want

A life of hatred and a life of crime
A life of fast money, drugs and grime
And before you know it you come across him
A man of the system now his soul lost within 

The city and his briefcase, his wallet and money
And you stare at his wealth 
He looks upon you funny
And doesn’t recognise you from the teachers class
Because he learned to step over you like broken glass

And so you pick up the shards that tore you apart
And put 1, 2 3 of them straight through his heart
For you yearned to be noticed and you yearned to shine
And now forever you will spend the rest of your time

In the darkest cells
The systems hell
To try and correct you to act real well

But if it weren’t for that self fulfilling prophecy
You could have held that brief case and smelt that money
But instead society turned its back on you
And the devil became your best friend too

So now it’s a sad sad world that you’re living in
Stuck in a hole, consumed by your sin
The strong eat the weak, but the weak poison the strong
No wonder why we all can’t get along.




The Lost Diaries Part 4

The Valley Of Pain


Through the valley of pain
My soul is in deep slumber
Yet my body writhes from the constant torture
Love
A disease
A mind crippling disease.
That causes the body to suffer without ease.
Hairs turn white.
Eyes turn dark.
Nights become sleepless.
The days fly by without knowing what to keep holding on to.



The Lost Diaries Part 3

Untitled


There are some matters that I need to get off my chest
In order to positively reinforce this stress
Without the blessings
The devil is taking the best of me
And riding me down the river of sin
Since adolescence 
Aint no second guessing
That these matters that are on my chest
Started in my chest
With feelings such as love
Then jealousy
But I digress
From the point at hand
And that is mentally and physically
I'm fading like the desert sand



The Lost Diaries Part 2

As I Lay Down My Head




As I lay down my head
I become lost in you
Become lost in this worship
I escape to my home
A moment of reality 
As I bow to my Lord
Hope that one day we can be 
Reunited for now
And forever more 





The Lost Diaries Part 1

Apocalypse



The lost diaries are a set of incomplete poems that are yet to be published. 
They are words in its raw form, inspiration taken from dreams or the notepad I keep by my bed to write a few words when I wake during the night. These are unedited and not worked with due to lack of time or dying inspiration.

The ground was shaking
The wind was roaring
Snow fell so heavy
On a cold winters night
Explosions explosions
The helicopters flew right by
The planes were shot right to the ground
The war was over by the afternoon
The sky torn in two
As the sun began to rise from the other side.



Thursday, 14 November 2013

Love Love Life

Keep your head up


Your presence is a present to the world.
You’re unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.

Don’t put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal, your prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don’t take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You’ll make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Douglas Pagels

Saturday, 19 October 2013

The Nomad

Where do I belong?
In a world so full of people
With tables already set
For the groups that make this world

A nomad

Forever cursed to walk this earth alone
But I need a land of my own
A place where I can call home

I knock on doors
And eat with strangers
Drink with travellers
Sleep with angels

But I cannot shake this feeling of
Wanting to belong in a place of my own

A place where there are
Others like me
But I have yet to find this silent retreat

A nomad

Wondering this Earth alone
A wolf with no pack
And this howl is my song.





Monday, 7 October 2013

Better Days


Better Days


The late afternoon breeze
Brings a familiar scent
Great Britain it seems
Is just a fading memory

Those childhood moments
So deep inside my being
Make me feel a little more human

A past life
Of which I left behind
To pursue this dream of mine
To save the world one at a time

I aim high
But have lost the will to fly
I must find my wings again
So I may soar the starry sky

On the winds of faith
That bring me this familiar scent
This summer afternoon
Reminds me of what I want

The crow cries
As dusk is on its way
The stars will guide this path
For me to find a better day




Sunday, 6 October 2013

The Tree

Deep grooves define my complicated texture
As many run by, block by block
There is enough room
For cities to dwell
Within the grooves that define my texture

The intricate lines
Between space and time
Create artistry
Of the most sublime

The cracks and the caves
That wither away
As seasons pass by
It shows on my face

My hair starts to fade in colour and shape
And fall to the ground to be blown away
Then spring comes again
I feel so brand new

And as I take my first breath
I breathe life into you.






Saturday, 5 October 2013

The Gift

The Gift


There are many beauties in this world
To observe but a few
We use the eyes our Lord gave us
To seek the beauty in truth

We use our sense of smell
To navigate between two worlds
And we use our sense of touch
To feel the wonders of the Earth


We use our sense of taste
To give thanks for the sweetness of fruits and dates
And we use our ears to listen
To the words you have bestowed upon us

For in recitation and silence
Reverie and melody
I find you
And it is there I want to be

I cannot part this world to see you
And not bear any gifts
But you own my heart my soul my love
So what is there for me to give?

Except my Ruh
To you.




















Friday, 4 October 2013

Why is it?

Why is it?


Why is it that you captivate what I give to you so willingly?


Why is it that my heart tears through my chest every time we meet?


Why is it that no matter who I see you’ll always be the one and only?


Why is it, that if that’s the case, you’re so far away from me?



0123

0123


It goes from zero to one to two to three
The digital code sent from above
A direct message for me to decipher 
Sent with blessings and love

The critical connection
Between me and He
Is evidential in this spiritual dream
But you gotta open your eyes
Before you visualise 
True elevation 

My soul’s in a purgatorial state
Cleaning the filth to make a new slate
For his message to be written
On the flesh of my heart
And deep inside the wound 
The process starts

Healing 
Self believing 

Heavenly sent words for the masses
But the media is full of opinionated bastards
Who criticize the words of the Educator 

The king of all the worlds 
The facilitator

The most beneficial and trustworthy
The innovator

The most kind and caring
The protector

The most understanding
Not a rejecter

Unlike my heart in this anger
This feeling of need 
Is amplified by 
This hunger and greed

Man I'm thirsty
For a sip of eternity
To quench this heat
Inside the cold streets

For the ground shakes beneath
But still no one believes 
And that’s why I'm here to 
Take these words to the preachers
To take these words to the streets
To take these words to the schools
To take these words to the government
To take these words to the fools
To take these words to my ego
And let it soak in purgatory
While I expiate these sins
From these eyes within me.





Tuesday, 24 September 2013

The Cave of Her Heart

How much of the past do we care about?
The few words spoken
That cut deeper than any blade of man
To wound not only the heart
But the soul and all it encompasses
This everlasting pain
Resurfaces
Many years down the line
Even after the words have long disappeared on the wind
Yet the echo remains in the cave of her heart


I must defeat these ghosts
Rid her of the demons that keep her from smiling
Break through the fear that controls her heart
Let her confidence flow rather than her tears
Let her smile brighten the land around
And bring life once again to the cave of her heart

For many have been wounded
By the ghosts of their past
And until we learn to let go
To rise above the doubt
We will never succeed
I've fought the battle of recognition for far too long to let her do it alone
So I draw my shield to protect her
From the past
So that her smile can shine again
And last, in the cave of her heart.