The Beautiful Struggle part 2
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
In the Name of Allah Most-Compassionate, Most-Merciful
The Beautiful Struggle
The beautiful struggle is to believe in the absoluteness of what is absolute,
and the impermenance of what is impermenant.
The beautiful struggle is to see reaity as it truly is.
The beautiful struggle is to respond to the struggle by becoming the pearl in the oyster.
The beautiful struggle is to see gardens where others see deserts.
The beautiful struggle is not to fear falling from flight, but to never fly at all.
The beautiful struggle is to enter paradise before entering paradise.
The beautiful struggle is to love courage and hate fear.
The beautiful struggle is to speak the truth even against oneself.
The beautiful struggle is to possess the honesty to admit ones faults before God.
The beautiful struggle is to see beauty where others see the plains of nothingness.
The beautiful struggle is to see knowledge where others see information, to see wisdom where others see knowledge, to see meaning in images, where others see only images.
The beautiful struggle is to see the indication in creation of principles before laws.
The beautiful struggle is to understand that those principles are guiding towards tolerance, which is not about tolerating difference but about becoming tolerant.
The beautiful struggle is about understanding whilst others are memorising, and about remembering whilst others are forgetting.
The beautiful struggle is to extract knowledge as the bee extracts honey. Sweet thoughts, to sweeten sweet minds. The honey bees of ones mind gather nectar by following the pathways of Divine Command, under Divine Guidance, to the knowledge gardens of His creation.
The beautiful struggle is to believe in the absoluteness of the permenant when all others believe in the absoluteness of the temporary.
The beautiful struggle is to know there is perfection in imperfection, for the admittance of ones flaws and weakness before Allah is a greater sign of perfection than the one that worships devoutly but considers himself perfect because he is reluctant to admit his faults.
The beautiful struggle is to understand that man, a material being, never experiences the material realm directly. He neither tastes, feels, smells, touches or sees what he considers to be real, his mind only tells him what it thinks is real. There is no absoluteness in the material, other than what that material points to, the absoluteness of the One that created it.
The beautiful struggle is to live in a protected oasis of love, when all others are drowning in a sea of hate. Medina was that oasis. The prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, was that oasis. His love was an ocean, the drops in the ocean were his companions, who carried his light and built civilisations.
•23 Jumada-al-Awwal 1429•
Beautiful is as beautiful does.
Thank you for offering to us, the meanings of love for the sake of Allah.
Sansam
29 May 2008 at 4:30 pm
I can hardly claim to be offering the meanings of love to be honest, other than what I have caught a mere glimpse of, that is……the sight of a never-ending and vastly expansive plain that we call love. But I can be sure to make one claim with you, I for sure do not understand what love is, because what love is cannot be grasped. And just as one could not claim to know the oceans, or the stars,….love is is a light much brighter than all the bright lights in the universe. Could we then claim to know what those lights mean? I am merely describing what appears before my eyes to the best of my ability. Only my Lord knows how much of what I say is true.
Adeeb
4 June 2008 at 12:19 am