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The Universe

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“What if someone said to an embryo in the womb,

“Outside of your world of black nothing

is a miraculously ordered universe;

a vast Earth covered with tasty food;

mountains, oceans and plains,

fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;

a luminous sky beyond your reach,

with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;

and there are winds from south, north and west,

and gardens replete with sweet flowers

like a banquet at a wedding feast.

The wonders of this world are beyond description.

What are you doing living in a dark prison,

Drinking blood through that narrow tube?”

But the womb- world is all an embryo knows

And it would not be particularly impressed

By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:

“You’re crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.”

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”

~ Rumi (r)



Written by Magda M Ali

March 13, 2009 at 9:26 pm

Posted in Heartland, Poetry

yourself you must transcend

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“O heart let go of your soul
until you see the Soul Maker
leave behind this deceptive faker
so you reach your real goal.

unless you pass through here
you will never reach the beyond
free yourself from worldly bond
doubtless clear, to you appear.

if it is a sign that you seek
in this path, my dear friend
yourself you must transcend
and signs to you will speak.”

~ Jalaluddin Rumi

Written by Magda M Ali

February 15, 2009 at 7:06 pm

Posted in Heartland, Poetry

We are lost

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“Let us not think of Allah in terms of
physical existence
Because if we do
We are lost

Think of the atom
Look into it and you will find a universe
Nay, a myriad of universes
Look at the sky at night
And behold the universe
And universes yet unknown
What did you see?
Just an atom

Where is Allah?
Did you find Him?
No, because you thought of Him
As physical embodiment
And you are lost

Look at the ripples in the sea
And grains of sand at the sea shore
Study human faces and tongues
Hear a child’s cry and a cock’s crow
Feel blades of grass and drops of rain
Appreciate a cat’s love for its kittens

Then Allah’s Greatness will begin to dawn on you.”

~ Siddiq Osman Noormuhammad

Written by Magda M Ali

January 15, 2009 at 7:09 pm

Posted in Poetry

Between heart and heart

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“In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?”


~ Rabiah al Adawiyya


Written by Magda M Ali

November 6, 2008 at 11:16 am

Posted in Heartland, Poetry, Quotes

The love of the Beloved

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“The love of the Beloved
must be unconditionally returned.
If you claim love
yet oppose the Beloved,
then your love is but a pretence.
You love the enemies of your Beloved
and still seek love in return.
You fight the beloved of your Beloved.
Is this Love or the following of shaitan?
True devotion is nothing
but total submission
of body and soul

to One Love.
We have seen humans claim to submit,
yet their loyalties are many.
They put their trust here, and their hope there,
and their love is without consequence.”

~ ibn al Qayyim al Jawziyah

Written by Magda M Ali

November 1, 2008 at 7:22 pm

Posted in Heartland, Poetry

Should you not gain your wants, my soul.

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“Should you not gain your wants, my soul, then be not grieved;
But hasten to that banquet which your Lord’s bequeathed.

And when a thing for which you ask is slow to come,
Then know that often through delay are gifts received.

Find solace in privation and respect its due,
For only by contentment is the heart relieved.

And know that when the trials of life have rendered you
Despairing of all hope, and of all joy bereaved,

Then shake yourself and rouse yourself from heedlessness,
And make pure hope a meadow that you never leave.

Your Maker’s gifts take subtle and uncounted forms.
How fine the fabric of the world His hands have weaved.

The journey done, they came to the water of life,
And all the caravan drank deep, their thirst relieved.

Far be it from the host to leave them thirsty there,
His spring pours forth all generosity received.

My Lord, my trust in all Your purposes is strong,
That trust is now my shield; I’m safe, and undeceived.

All those who hope for grace from You will feel Your rain;
Too generous are You to leave my branch unleaved.

May blessings rest upon the loved one, Muhammad,
Who’s been my means to high degrees since I believed.

He is my fortress and my handhold, so my soul,
Hold fast, and travel to a joy still unconceived.”

– Ali bin Husayn al-Habshi

(translated by Abdal Hakim Murad)






Written by Magda M Ali

August 30, 2008 at 8:50 pm

Posted in Poetry

Never be without remembrance of Him

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Never be without remembrance of Him,
for His remembrance
gives strength and wings
to the bird of the Spirit.
If that objective of yours
is fully realized, that is
“Light upon Light”…
…But at the very least, by
practicing God’s remembrance
your inner being
will be illuminated
little by little and
you will achieve
some measure of detachment
from this world.

~ Rumi

Written by Magda M Ali

July 1, 2008 at 11:31 pm

Posted in Heartland, Poetry