Thursday, 31 March 2011

Teacher as Farmer...

Dear Friends
I feel like an ‘intellectual farmer’ whose job is to till and deepen the souls of my students.

However I want my students to transform into ‘knowledge constructors’ instead of ‘receivers of knowledge’ thus we will till the harvest together...


For I and my students are ‘co-learners’ on a magical journey of discovery and challenge....

Faisal

Chechen Sufi Jamming...


Dear Friends

I deeply love Caucasus /  Central Asian Sufism since it has a distinct flavour and has sustained these oppressed folk for centuries...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgywofhZxs0&feature=related


POWER TO THE HEART!

Faisal

Trees and Pilgrims...

Dear Friends

I am currently preparing for a Teaching and Learning Observation and I am expected to execute innovative pedagogical change. I will undoubtedly be taking a constructivist approach and hope to throw some seeds into the souls of my students.

I came across the following metaphor during my reading which has stolen my imagination:


‘’The learner is a growing tree or pilgrim on a journey.’’


WOW! Full of so much rich imagery and zauq / taste....





I am so proud to be a teacher in fact a student....for I AM TO LEARN...



Faisal


Sufi snakes & ladders...

Dear Friends

One of the most enduring Sufi analogies / metaphors is the cosmic game of snakes and ladders...Thus the salik is expected to pick him or herself after each set back and march resolutely towards his Beloved Lord...

The knocks and ‘’snake bites’’ are actually lessons and top quality manure for the soul...Leading to the flowering of exquisite souls...Consequently the mercy of God is and will always remain superior to his wrath! Inshallah...

‘’Say: O My servants who have transgressed against their own souls, despair not of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Truly, He is Most Forgiving, Most Merciful. (Surah az-Zumar 39:53)


So my friends be brave and roll that dice...

...even if you make it to the top of Sufi K2 keep climbing...

Ciao

Faisal

Ps ..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XKCNWNAk5E

Monday, 28 March 2011

Divine Peek-a-boo...

Dear Friends
One of my favourite games with my daughter is peek-a-boo which she finds really entertaining. Zahra loves it when my face pops up from behind the cushion and she begins giggling!

This innocent game reminds me of my relationship with God.  He sure knows how to enthral and take my breath away. It’s such a shame he is not around long enough so I can engage in some serious philosophical dialogue. ..

What would I discuss with God? Probably why ...He assures me in the Koran that:

In time We shall make them fully understand. Our signs in the utmost horizons and within themselves, so that it will become clear unto them that this is indeed the truth...(Surah 41:Verse 53)

I am waiting...but am I ready?

Faisal

The Tragedy...

Dear Friends

The tragedy of human existence is lack of freedom...Sometimes I feel that:

The rich are imprisoned by their desires
The poor are trapped by their stomachs
The educated are caged by their dreams
And the folk of God are captive to their separation...



Ciao

Faisal

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Fun Teacher!

Dear Friends
I have been blessed with many great teachers to date. Currently my baby daughter is also one of them! Such fun lectures! All play! No stress! No home work! Laughter and music! Above all just being present in the moment...
In Sufi philosophy actualising the station of Ibn-al-waqt / Son of the moment is probably second only to fana / annihilation in the Godhead.
In the mean back to playing!

Faisal

Saturday, 26 March 2011

'Burning Paradise'...

Dear Friends

We are holding a dinner party today and whilst I was helping with some chores. It occurred to me that the preparation is as important as the actual dinner party. Then I had a wonderful insight that ablutions are as important as the actual canonical 5 daily prayers. The latter has been simmering in my mind for the last couple of hours.

It just dawned on me that this whole life is a preparation ultimately for death...A deeply sobering yet exhilarating thought...Whether I am destined for paradise or hell I do not know but I am reminded of the famous motifs of a burning torch and bucket of water used by Rabia, the almost mythical woman saint of 8th century Iraq...

Rabia fervently believed that love of God and not the promise of paradise should motivate a Muslim. Thus she wanted to burn paradise and quench the flames of hell...BRAVO!!!

SALAAM
Faisal  

Green Sufi Jamming...

Dear Friends

One of the prizes of the Sufi path is sohbet or gathering...For me this has taken place in some very unorthodox places such as in seedy bars, sheesha lounges and across the web especially with hippies!

The zenith of sohbet is the classroom since during moments of pure teaching the difference been student and teacher evaporates and a ‘green dialogue’ emerges...

The student is yellow and I am blue and intellectually we give birth to green...

Here is some dark green sufi jamming...


Yes...There is no God / reality / truth but God / truth / reality....

Faisal

The Lover and the Beloved....

Dear Friends
...a cracking zauq / taste  of the lover and beloved...


Faisal

Sufi POLITIKS...

Dear Friends
One of the most distressing elements of the Sufi / spiritual enterprise is politics. This is not a new phenomenon as the jealous 13th century students of Rumi were instrumental in having his beloved Shams ejected permanently from Konya. However this sparked the great body of poetry composed by Mevlana Rumi namely the Mathnawi.
Present day Sufi brotherhoods can be breeding grounds of some of the most vicious games of intrigue, back stabbing and abuse of every kind imaginable. Hereditary orders that allow the enthronement of the Shaykhs son are the worst.
I have observed in disbelief at some of the shenanigans and always been puzzled. Is not the spiritual path the noblest human endeavour? Should it not inspire chivalry, great deeds and words?
YES AND NO....
Perhaps the prize is so great namely walayaa / friendship with Allah and earthly representation of the Prophet that the ends justify the means.
Personally I did not get hooked to the Sufi dream to build an empire on the back of broken and bleeding souls.
The inspiration remains to become a tool for the divine director...To see with his eyes...above all to laugh with him...


Time to get back on the road...Boots and Sand...Inshallah...For the road is the bread and butter of the salik / spiritual aspirant...


Ciao

Faisal

Thursday, 24 March 2011

YES, YES, YES, MOST DEFINITELY YES...

Dear Friends
A great way to start the day...


PEACE TRAIN...YES...IT CAN AND WILL AND DOES HAPPEN...
POWER TO THE HEART...

Faisal

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Imperfect Perfection?

Dear Friends
The video is an example of decadent Islam / Sufism that I adore. Deeply sophisticated, flawed yet full of beauty...


Reminds me of another couplet by Rumi:

Many prayers are declined because of the rank odour of a corrupt heart rising through the beautiful words. Let the words be wrong, but the meaning right. That flawed utterance is dearer to God.


A toast to shades of grey and the imperfectly perfect....

Faisal

Justice...

Dear Friends
Muslims sincerely argue that the cornerstone of Islam is justice. However what is the definition of justice? As ever Rumi has something to say:
What is justice? Giving water to trees.
What is injustice? To give water to thorns.
Justice consists in bestowing bounty in its proper place,
not on every root that will absorb water.
 -- Mathnawi [V, 1089-1090]


This is a profound image that is applicable to many contexts…

One of the attributes of Allah is justice…Al Adl

Yaa Haq / Truth!


Faisal

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Love / Ishk..

Dear Friends
When you imbibe this you will disappear…Drink slowly and let your soul dance…Over to Mevlana Ji…
Love endures hardships at the hands of the Beloved.
Through love bitter things seem sweet,
Through love bits of copper are made gold.
Through love dregs taste like pure wine,
Through love pains are as healing balms.
Through love thorns become roses,
And through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.
Through love the stake becomes a throne,
Through love reverse of fortune seems good fortune.
Through love a prison seems a rose bower,
Without love a grate full of ashes seems a garden.
Through love burning fire is pleasing light,
Through love the Devil becomes a Houri.
Through love hard stones become soft as butter,
Without love soft wax becomes hard iron.
Through love grief is as joy,
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.
Through love stings are as honey,
Through love lions are harmless as mice.
Through love sickness is health,
Through love wrath is as mercy.
Through love the dead rise to life,
Through love the king becomes a slave.
Even when an evil befalls you, have due regard;
Regard well him who does you this ill turn.
The sight which regards the ebb and flow of good and ill
Opens a passage for you from misfortune to happiness.
Thence you see the one state moves you into the other,
One opposite state generating its opposite in exchange.
So long as you experience not fears after joys,
How can you look for pleasures after disgusts?
While ye fear the doom of the angel on the left hand,
Men hope for the bliss of the angel on the right.
May you gain two wings!  A fowl with only one wing
Is impotent to fly, O well-intentioned one!
Now either permit me to hold my peace altogether,
Or give me leave to explain the whole matter.
And if you dislike this and forbid that,
Who can tell what your desire is?
You must have the soul of Abraham in order with light
To see the mansions of Paradise in the fire.
Step by step he ascended above sun and moon,
And so lagged not below, as a ring that fastens a door.
Since the "Friend of God" ascended above the heavens,
And said, "I love not Gods that set;"
So this world of the body is a breeder of misconceptions
In all who have not fled from lust.



...Hmmmmm

Faisal