You that turn stones to Gold
In this vast prison of the world,
The food of true faith is rare;
By the tricks and games of Satan
What there is, is wasted.
Prayers, fasts, and ordeals
Might win us the food of devotion.
Satan will see that he eats it all
Take refuge in God from His Satan!
Satan’s disobedience has killed us!
He may be just one spirit
But satan can enter a thousand beings
And everyone that Satan enters
Becomes a Satan like him.
Satan is in whoever freezes your passion.
The Demon is hidden under his skin.
When Satan doesn’t find a physical form,
He’ll invade your imagination
And make it drag you into evil:
From your thoughts His destruction will stream,
From thoughts even of peace and love,
Or the love of knowledge or of home and family-
No thought is safe from his twisting!
Take care! Say at once, “O God help me!”
Repeat it over and over again,
And not only with your tongue-
From the bottom of your soul
Teachings of Rumi
If the rate of suicide increases in any society, blame yourself for that and know that someone wants to talk to me, wants to share his/her suffering with me but I don’t have any time to listen.
Today is the 15th World Suicide Prevention Day. It is held every year on 10th of September in order to stand with the people who are, not yet, able to see the beauty of this life. Every year 800,000 people end their life by suicide and there is 1 suicide every 40 seconds across the globe. The theme of this year is amazing and very similar to what Ashfaq Ahmed Sahab said years ago. It says;
“Take a minute, change a life.”
The theme encourages everyone to spare a moment for those who are struggling, specially those who might not be very well connected to the society or even isolated. Spare a moment, check in and listen. Give them your ears, they are waiting for you. Research shows that 2/3 people inform before they commit suicide. And that is why strong family system and good social connections serve as protective factors. I also want to tell that we see a lot of patients with suicidal ideation, mostly with moderate to severe depression and when I ask do you think this life is worth living? They say not at all and when I ask do you ever plan to end your life? They say I would have ended my life uptil now but because it is haram (prohibited) in Islam, I haven’t. Alhamdulillah for a religion like that. Allah says in Surah Al-Nisa that;
“Don’t kill yourself. No doubt Allah (swt) is merciful and anyone who does so, will be punished in fire. And it is easy for Allah.
Subhan Allah. In this verse, Allah is reminding us that don’t end this beautiful life that I have gifted you and reminding us clearly that He is merciful. He will fix everything eventually. As I always say, even the bad things, happen for a good reason. We just have to keep going, with trust. And in the next verse, He is then warning the person that if you still want to do it, know that I will punish you. Can you see the love behind this threat? Like our parents do when we are not listening to them and they want to safe us in every way, possible or impossible? A love like that. Alhamdulillah.
Now the question is do we have a minute to listen to the people who need us?? Listen in a non-judgement and empathic way. Let them share in whatever way they want. World is a beautiful place. It is more beautiful when we are all connected through love. Shams Tabrizi says that we are all connected in a circle. So it is not the suffering of a single person, it is always a mutual suffering. Show people that you love. Listen.
Because taking out a minute can save a life.
Love and spread love.
There are many whose eyes are awake
And whose hearts are asleep;
Yet, what can be seen
By mere creatures of water and clay?
But he who keeps his heart awake
Will know and live this mystery;
While the eyes of his head may sleep
His heart will open hundreds of eyes.
If your heart isn’t yet illuminated
Be awake always, be a seeker of the heart,
Be at war continuously with your carnal soul.
But if your heart is already awakened,
Sleep peacefully, sleep in the arms of love,
For your spiritual eye is not absent
From the seven heavens and seven directions.
Translation by Andrew Harvey
Through love bitter things seem sweet.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
Through love dregs taste like clear wine.
Through love agonies are healing balms.
Through love thorns become roses.
Through love vinegar becomes rich wine.
Through love the scaffold becomes a throne.
Through love disaster becomes good fortune.
Through love a prison becomes a rose garden.
Through love burning fire is a fragrant light.
Through love the devil becomes an angel.
Through love stones become soft as butter.
Through love grief is like delight.
Through love demons become servants of God.
Through love stings are like honey.
Through love lions are harmless as mice.
Through love sickness is health.
Through love the dead are resurrected.
Through love the emperor becomes a salve.
From the Teachings of Rumi by Andrew Harvey
When the Ramadan banner flies, soul restrains nature, so it can taste its own food.
The strength of horses and the intensity of fire,
these are the powers of sacrifice.
Fasting, we honor the guest.
Clouds of courage give rain,
because it was in this month that the Qur’an rained down,
light through an opening.
Grab the rope.
Be lifted out of the body’s pit.
Announce to Egypt, Joseph of Canaan has come.
Jesus dismounts to the donkey,
and the sacramental table descends.
Wash your hands. Wash your face.
Do not eat or speak as you normally do.
Other food and other words will come in the silence.
From the big Red Book
By Coleman Barks
The dragon of my desires,
woke up this morning.
My body is a battle zone.
An intellectual is all the time showing off,
Lovers dissolve and become bewildered.
Intellectuals try not to drown,
While the whole purpose of love is drowning.
Intellectuals invent ways to rest,
then lie down in those beds.
Lovers feel ashamed of comforting ideas.
You have seen a glob of oil on water?
That is how a lover is with intellectuals, there, but alone in a circle of himself.
Some intellectual tries to give sound advice to a lover,
All he hears back is, I love you, I love you.
Love is musk.
Do not deny it when you smell the scent.
Love is a tree.
Lovers, the shade under the long branches.
To the intellectual mind,
A child must grow up and learn to be an adult.
In the station of love,
You see old men getting younger and younger.
Shams chose to live low in the roots for you,
So now, he soars in the air
as your sublimely articulating love.
From The Big Red Book
By Coleman Barks
His gentle breeze
gave shivers to her