بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِي

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِي

Lord,

Grant us the serenity to accept things we cannot change;
the courage to change the things we can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.

for certainly You are the all Knowing, the most Wise.
we are only hoping for Your mercy and compassion,
it is only to You that we complain of our weaknesses,
our shame; our wrongs, be it open or secret;

O Lord,
Let not our hearts deviate from the Truth.

Aid us for certainly only You are the aider;
Give us success for only from You comes success;
Forgive us for only You are the forgiver;
and Bless us O You who bestows blessing,
and we ask of You for sustenance, for certainly You are the Giver.

O Lord,
Grant us the remembrance to remember always; lest we forget.

What matters

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِي

Say Bismillah, In the name of God,
as the priest does with a knife when he offers an animal.

Bismillah your old self
to find your real name.


There are many people with their eyes open whose hearts are shut.
What do they see?
Matter.
But someone whose love is alert, even if the eyes go to sleep, he or she will be waking up thousands of others.


Hidden from all eyes and ears
let us tell each other of our soul.
Smile like a rose with no lips
and keep silent like a thought.

Let us speak silently the secret like Spirit
and avoid talkers who use words in vain.

Let us join our hands
listen to every flutter of our heart
let us become one in silence.

Divine destiny knows our fate
to the last detail.
Let our story be told in a silent way.

Fooled.. no more

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِي
In a poem titled Self-Portrait he says remembering the bayt-ar-Ridwan:

When half a thousand years and more
Had passed, and men allegiance swore
To the Arab Prophet, beneath the tree,
My willing hand was still not free
From bonds of time and space to be
Between his hands in fealty.

Such blessings missed, time was when I
Within myself would wonder why,
Half quarrelling with the book of fate
For having writ me down so late..
But now I no longer my lot
Can question, and of what was not.

No more I say: Would it had been!
For I have seen what I have seen,
And I have heard what I have heard.
So if to tears ye see me stirred,
Presume not that they spring from woe:
In thankful wonderment they flow.
Praise be to Him, the Lord, the King,
Who gives beyond all reckoning

(Collected Poems, Archetype, 2001 Sidi Abu Bakr Siraj-ad-Din a.k.a Martin Lings )

Miskin

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِي

Menurut hadis qudsi Allah berfirman kepada Musa a.s

Wahai musa!
di antara hamba2ku ada diantaranya jika mereka meminta syurga dengan segala kelengkapan dariKu nescaya akan Aku beri.
Ada pula diantaranya jika mereka meminta kulit cemeti(sekalipun),tidak akan aku beri.
Bukan yang demikian itu disebabkan hina menurut pandanganku.
Aku ingin menyimpan untuknya di akhirat kerana kemurahanKu dan ingin menjaganya dari dunia,laksana seorang pengembala menjaga kambingnya dari tempat yang berbahaya.

Wahai Musa!
tidak aku dorong orang fakir miskin kepada orang2 kaya kerana gudang2ku sudah sempit bagi mereka atau rahmatku sudah tidak meliputi mereka,akan tetapi telah aku tetapkan sebahagian dari harta yang ada pada orang2 kaya untuk mencukupi kehidupan fakir miskin.
Aku ingin menguji orang2 kaya bagaimana sikap mereka dalam melaksanakan hak fakir miskin
yang ada pada mereka.

Wahai Musa!
apabila mereka telah melaksanakan hak itu,nescaya aku sempurnakan nikmatKu kepada mereka dan aku gandakan di dalam dunia untuk satu kebaikan sepuluh kali ganda.
Wahai Musa!
jadilah engkau gudang kekayaan bagi fakir miskin,benteng perlindungan bagi orang lemah,hujan nikmat bagi mereka yang meminta perlindungan.
Nescaya aku akan menjadi teman dan kawanmu yang akrab dalam kesulitan,
menjadi teman penghiburmu ketika engkau kesepian dan akan menjaga serta melindungimu siang dan malam.

(Hadis riwayat Ibnu Najjar dari Anas r.a)

Come,come,come

This being human is a guest house.
every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meaness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whomever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Jalal ad-Din Rumi,