My Gift, My Prayer
My sister, my brother,
It is a short letter…you know. When sometimes you have so much to say and only few words around, in your heart, in your mind.
There is no silence but a universe of emotions, sensations, images, colours, voices and sounds. You know it has to do with wellness, intimate peace and discernment
It is an instant…as a gift you would like to share but it is not yours. You don’t possess it. The feeling was so strong that, for one second, you thought you would be able to say something, to describe it, to give it… to give what you felt you have received. But it is gone already.
Your are my sister, my brother, aren’t you? Well, it’s festival and I would like to give you something I don’t have… it is in me, without being mine. It is around me while colonising me. I don’t know. It is a deep feeling and nothing to say, no word to convey
Ramadan is ending. A month, close to the Richest Being, close to the poorest beings. Fasting was so great, so deep. I got the meaning, I wanted to give you the feeling. I can’t, I am sorry. Tears of joy. It is tranquillity, peace. It is sisterhood, it is brotherhood and it is love.
My words are so empty, my heart is so full. Yesterday, I was sad to feel so well. Do you get that my dearest sister, my dearest brother? Ramadan is leaving us, is leaving me. Here comes the Feast, the ‘Eid, the blessed, the sacred, the beautiful days. I feel so strong, so fragile while Ramadan is leaving! The story of life …to welcome those we love and one day to learn to leave.
Few words to tell you my love, my prayers, my feelings with no words. Something as the light calling Moses and enveloping Muhammad, peace be upon both of them. When I started this letter I wanted to tell you something like “Happy ‘Eid” and I am ending confessing my helplessness… dearest, here are my prayers, here is my tenderness, my affection and my love… Take them from my heart for they are not mine…Take them and, as they are not yours, try to love me more. It is my gift, it is my prayer. It is sisterhood, it is brotherhood, it is true love, dearest.
Today or tomorrow, ‘Eid Mubarak
12 commentaires - “My Gift, My Prayer”
assalamualaikum wa rahmatullah..
Greetings to you from Indonesia.
Happy Eid Mubarak.
Here, we celebrate the Eid on Saturday 13th. Some people celebrate it on Friday 12th. However, we still respect each other.
Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minka. May Allah show His Blessings upon you and your family.
The Prophet (S.A.W) said: “Do not wish to be like anyone except in two cases. A person, whom Allah has given wealth and he spends it righteously; (the second is) the one whom Allah has given wisdom and he acts according to it and teaches it to others.” (Al-Bukhari)
Eid Mubarak to you all from the U.K. (Mehrab)
I share with you the feeling it was sad for me when Ramadan finished i felt empty sad and happy.This month made me realised a lot of things about me .But thank you for sharing your feelings may Allah be please with you
Happy Eid to you and your family and all brothers and sisters
What a beautiful heart warming letter ……sending you a prayer…. May you have an abundance of blessings this Eid Day and always ………. Shakkira xx
Salaam alaykoum brother Tariq,
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and touching poem. I recently read about you and I’m very interested in reading your book, “In the Footsteps of the Prophet”. I have read a lot of positive feedback on it, and after reading some of your entries, I’m sure it will be an uplifting read. Insha’Allah I will be purchasing it soon. May Allah reward you for the knowledge and beauty you share.
Your brother in Islam,
Assalamualikum br. Tariq,
Eid Greetings to you and your family Inshallah.
I am almost done reading “In the footsteps of the Prophet”. May Allah(swt) reward you for such an insightful analysis of the Prophet’s(pbuh) struggles that seemed to have shed illuminating light on my path to practicing my Deen in the West. I, for one, feel much more comfortable living in the West reading your book – understanding much better how the Prophet(pbuh) dealt with all groups of people in establishing justice, alliances and showing mercy by the permission of the One All Mighty.
New York, USA
Salaam alaykoum brother Tariq,
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and touching poem. Become a muslim is not easy. Since I converts to Islam 3 years a go, every Ramadhan its hard to speak or call my mother or sister because of religion issues. My family not accepting my decision. Life its differents with friends and family. I believe that there is no God except Allah, and that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah”. I believe that I deal or pray with ALLAh directly.
“And seek assistance through patience and prayer, and most surely it is a hard thing except for the humble ones” Quran 2:45
I had a fantastic Ramadhan . Read my Quran with pleasure. – Eid was so GOOD – It’s an inner feeling of JOY that one cannot explain & share.
May ALLAH keep you all well !
Assalamu alaikum Professor. Thank you for all your writing and lectures. I find them enormously helpful to my understanding.
Being an English convert is not always easy socially. Happily though, the private spiritual dimension sustains one and you capture that so well.
Eid Mubarak to you and to all brothers and sisters everywhere. Jenny
Salams Sister Jenny:
Your msg moved me. I feel alone too! Please know I am thinking of you with duas. Love, Pearl.
Dear Jenny, not to make a contest out of it, but being a ‘born’ muslim in the west, in other words a foreigner isn’t easy either. Guess life isn’t that easy.
This is about beauty and love …
Their proximity, inspiring our heart and echoing through the heart of our neighbour …
And here it is, the witness, the prayer of our heart becoming a living answer …
This is the love that reunites and knows no distances …
One heart of tender light …
His smile to us all: peace and infinite love …
So tell me, where, where are we if not there … when it answers?