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Dervish and Fakir: The Outsiders View of Sufism

February 1st, 2014, posted in Ink On PAPER, Sufism
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The two terms that best sum up early European attitudes to Sufism are fakir (Arabic faqir) and dervish(the Turkish pronunciation of Persian darvish). Both words mean more or less the same:  faqir is the Arabic word for “poor man,” and dervish (probably derived from a term meaning “standing by the door”) is the Persian equivalent.

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The term fakir has a more complicated history, because Persian-writing officials of the Mughal empire in India used the term to describe non-Muslm ascetics, such as yogis, along with Sufi ascetics and wayfarers. The British inherited this terminology when they conquered most of India, and in nineteenth-century English, fakir (or fakeer) was used almost exclusively for Hindu ascetics, whether of the organized monastic fraternities or those whom the Birtish described as “wandering rogues.” The accidental resemblance of the term to the English word faker seems to have encouraged the impression that these ascetics were all frauds and mountebanks.
In contrast to these outsider’s impressions, in their original contexts, both dervish andfakir
were terms that signified spiritual poverty, being poor in relation to God, and hence being dependent upon him. As in other religious traditions, poverty for the Sufis was a sign of turning away from the world and focusing on the divine reality. “Poverty is my pride,” the Prophet Muhammad is reported to have said. Yet the reports of travelers concerning the fakirs and dervishes of the East created a totally different portrait of bizarre behavior that was already a cultural icon over a century ago. Popular American songs of the nineteenth century refer to the dancing dervish as an image of wild and frantic activity. Magazine cartoons today still preserve the image of the fakir lying on a bed of nails. Traveler’s reports were based on fragmentary information, so that the fakir or dervish might sometimes appear to be a solitary figure but at other times was part of a strange brotherhood with peculiar rituals. To be sure, the negative portrait of the dervish had its analogues in some Muslim countries, such as Persia, where the rise of Shi’ism put organized Sufism into disrepute.

This text is an extract from the book by CARL W. PHD ERNST,

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Where Is The Shadow Of Your Soul

July 12th, 2013, posted in MESSAGEs, Sufism
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Where is the shadow of your soul ??

Soul searching (Muhasaba) consists in blaming oneself for the breathings (anfas) and wasted moments other than to obey God through different ways. It happens at the end of the day, like the coordination (musharata) takes time in the beginning of day, when one says to oneself: Here is a new starting day which will be a witness against you; try then, Oh my soul, to fill every instant with what takes you closer to God; because, if you had died the day before, you would have been in need of the goodness that you would enjoy today.â It is this way that one addresses to the soul when the nights is gong to start and that is examined the moment when the night ends, this with tenacity until  the Divine presence settles steadily in it. Then, time will gather in the unique moment (yattahid al-waqt), which corresponds to the dip in the vision (shuhud), and there will not be examiner nor punisher. So, as long as the spiritual progression (al sayr) lasts, coordination comes first, soul searching comes last and the watchfulness -prudence (muraqaba) is done in permanence. Once the intention is attained, there is no more soul searching nor coordination. ——- Translated from Glossaire du Soufisme, by Iban Agibah, edited by A. Saleh Hamdan.


It rests silent among the chaos;  it looks for a sparkle of light to be gone; suddenly, a myriad of joy reflects upon your soul, dismissing the echoes of terrible nights, wondering, wandering, for the perfect flower, the perfect bird, the perfect love.
The shadow awaits, in silence, until you give to your soul the delicious tears, the miracle of tasting the bitterness with joy.
Then, it goes away, waiting to return, to be sheltered in your hearts lap, until you understand that it is what makes you desire the Light of Lights. Until you understand it is a companion you are aware of, forever in your path.
Do not ignore it, just embrace it. Like the child who has no mother, transform the sadness into laughter, into Love. Do not ignore what is giving you the Desire to attain True Love. After all, it is also a guide, a silent guide that brings you to the contrary way, the way you follow when you Love. Be always thankful to the wrong things that happen in your life, because they are the key to your inner strength. The shadow of your soul follows you, no matter what.

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Immortal Love

April 16th, 2013, posted in LoVE, POEtRY..
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He wrapped his arms around her
beneath the shade of a magic willow tree.
The sweet orchard glowed soft
with leaves painted like water color.

Lover and Beloved were in a special place;
a secret sky only Love can conceive.
To them, it was visible and bright as day;
to others, it was “make believe.”

The radiant colors showered upon them,
each leaf dripping with passion and poetry;
swirling around them like fireflies.
She asked him, “Won’t you read one for me?”

He smiled at the falling leaves
and said to her: Tell them, my dear
that we are falling too,
into a sea of roses where eternity awaits.

For years – he continued – I listened for secrets
until one day, the whispers in the wind began to whistle
and revealed to be the sonorous melody of your voice,
a romantic overture to release my heart from the shackles.

She gazed deep into his eyes
“Beloved,” she said, “I have seen the oasis,
that place inside of you – a desire burning in ecstasy;
together we are one flame, a dream made manifest.”

As you know, reader, the world is a miserable place,
filled with the corrupt and sinister faces.
There are demons running in this field,
lurking in the grove and hiding – until now.

Even in a dream-world like this,
darkness can still penetrate the sphere you created.
The unknown creatures lay siege to the Lover’s kingdom;
trees, gardens, animals, – burned, slaughtered.

Lover and Beloved stood by and watched.
An unforeseen storm worked its mayhem,
like a massive whirlwind taunting their Love.
For the first time in a long time, fear had struck them.

Their eyes were locked on each other,
as the violent wind tore at their flesh.
He said: “It doesn’t want us to go any further.”
“If our Love is true, we have to brave the storm.”

Should the Lovers separate,
the storm would magically disappear.
But should they return to one another,
the brutal cyclone would reappear.

She grabbed his hand – it was meant to be.
Her strength channeling into his veins,
her faith coursing through his blood.
Their bodies and souls working in absolute harmony.

They raced across the quaking terrain,
charging towards the wild tornado without fear.
She tightened her grip – I’m here.
He squeezed back – I feel you.

And suddenly, something sharp hit him,
like an unseen blade puncturing his heart;
he screamed without a sound: Beloved!
He lost her – and tumbled hard to the ground.

Debris of broken branches cut across her forearms
as she rushed back to her fallen Beloved.
He said to her: Maybe this is how it’s meant to be,
maybe there is no way ahead.

Oh Beloved, she replied,
Don’t you already know?
We are twin halves of one another,
intertwined, inseparable; friendship aglow.

You are me, and I am you
We are alpha and omega,
elements of the universe
working in perfect unison.

Come spend forever with me, my Love,
In the same way joy lives with sorrow.
Witness the birth of a supernova,
two fiery stars we are, fused with the cosmos.

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He said: Beloved, you are the torchbearer,
your words burn through my skin
and set my soul ablaze;
reminding me there is always strength within.

He rose to his feet and held her hand again.
She smiled: What is there to fear
when the storm is wind
and we are Fire?

He smiled back and replied:

Let’s go – into mystery.
Death or life, whatever awaits us,
I am with you – eternally
For I belong nowhere else.

I would die for you, Sayonee.

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Abandonment to God : Tawakkul in Sufism

February 8th, 2013, posted in Sufism
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Abandonment to God

(Tawakkul)

The “Abandonment to God” happens when the heart confides in God to a point that the heart only leans on God;  or to be tied to God and address only to God in everything, knowing that God knows everything, and to count on what is in His hands than what is in ours. The lowest degree of “Abandonment to God” is to be in the same position as when the asker is in front of the giver, alert and anxious about his interests. De medium degree is like when it happens with a child and his mother: in all circumstance, it is only towards him that she focuses her attention. And the highest degree of “abandonment to God” is to be like a corpse – dead body –  in the hands of the washer of the dead.

These three degrees are, respectively, the ones of the vulgar, the ones of the elite and the ones of the chosen elite.  As for the first ones, a suspicion (tuhma) comes at times to the mind. Regarding the second ones, there is no wariness (ittihaam) but they get attached to their mothers because they are in need for it. And as for the ones belonging to the third degree, there is no suspicion at all, nor “interested” attachment, because they fade to their own soul (faani ‘annafsihi) and expect at all times what God will make from them.

Translated from Glossaire du Soufisme, by Iban Agibah, edited by A. Saleh Hamdan.
For further reading:
Tawakkul. From Mission Islam
Tawakkul. From Hizmetbooks

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What Is Sufism ?

January 15th, 2013, posted in Sufism
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” Sufism is not a fashion statement but a serious quest for union with God “

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