From my Readings – On Embracing What’s Important, the Real Joy of Living

We spend so much time on unimportant things – things with no ultimate meaning – yet for reasons no one seems to fully understand, such nonessential stand at the center of our worldly existence. They have no connection to our souls whatsoever, yet they have attached themselves to our material functioning. Like spiritual parasites, these things eat away our life force and deny us our joy. The only way to rid ourselves of their pernicious effects is to walk away… not from things that need to get done, but from thoughts that need to die.

Crossing the bridge to a better world begins with crossing a bridge inside our minds, from the addictive mental patterns of fear and separation, to enlightened perceptions of unity and love. We’re in the habit of thinking fearfully, and it takes spiritual discipline to turn that around in a world where love is more suspect than fear. To achieve a miraculous experience of life, we must embrace a more spiritual perspective. Otherwise, we will leave this earth one day without ever having known the real joy of living.

From the book a Year of Miracles – Marianne Williamson

24 hours in Zurich Switzerland

 

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Quote of the day – You can make a difference

Quote, Union, Love, community, positive

“Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” Robert F. Kennedy

Photograph taken in Zanzibar

From my Readings |Let your Heart be your Reflection| 01.12.2015

I have read this verse from the Quran not so long ago, and it really struck me, and it stayed with me.

How beautiful it is written,

how beautiful it means.

From my understanding, the verse stuck with me in the sense of allowing myself to be a color reflection from the colors of the Divine. And what are the colors of the Divine, I then asked myself? How many colors can I wear to be a mirror of the Divine?

But as I continued living, I would remember this verse at different encountering, and I would see different colors to put on, to reflect the act that comes from and within the Divine in us.

‎صِبْغَةَ اللَّهِ ۖ وَمَنْ أَحْسَنُ مِنَ اللَّهِ صِبْغَةً ۖ وَنَحْنُ لَهُ عَابِدُونَ [Al-Baqara : 138] (We take our) color from Divine (Allah), and who is better than Allah at coloring. We surrender to Him

We all face difficulties in our lives, and staying true to yourself is the best possible way to deal with everything you come across. Being true to yourself, is being true to your heart, and this is where the Divine in all of us reside. So be a reflection of God, surrender to your inner love, become you, the love that is within you.

The spirit within leads to joy, as it inspired me to see the love in everyone & the possibility of miracles that lie inherent in all things. The universe itself is the handwriting of God, as He constantly creates & re-creates the perfection that he is. Within that perfection I have my true being, and within my true being I am happy & at peace. [from the book: A Year of Miracles]

Become a Dervish, become free of everything and anything, surrender only to the color of Love, to the Divine, to the Divine in you, the reflection of everything else.

What does “Dervish” mean?

He is the heart of the world, because by means of his heart, the body attains to its true art.

If the heart is not there, how can the body speak? If the heart doesn’t seek, how can the body seek & search? The dervish that glows with the fire is the theater of the holy rays; and so the heart, not the body; is the theater of God.

All lesser hearts are like a body to the heart of the human being whose heart is complete, aligned with its original source. [from the book: the Rumi daybook]

Rumi, Serhat Atlığ

Photo by; Serhat Atlığ

The irony in Jerusalem; Trying to catch up on the journeys that were left unfinished, stories that were left half told. We cannot breath the same air without understanding those who breathed it just before us.

Walking on the face of the earth. Starting our own journey yet continuing the journey of many before us. Trying to catch up on the journeys that were left unfinished, stories that were left half told. We cannot breathe the same air without understanding those who breathed it just before us. It looks like a cycle with people walking around it, only with different haircuts and uniforms. We try to ask for details but they give us what they remember and continue with their own journey, we walk upon the streets over the footprints of those who walked before us as we wonder about the stomps of their feet, we look into the old houses, trying to study the architecture, the choice of art and geometry used, hoping they can tell us a little bit more about the taste of their time, and the style of their hearts. Just like a puzzle, and we are part of this puzzle, we either try to fit the right pieces together or we just become a new piece piled up on top of all the other pieces.

So don’t wonder, when you see us walking with wide eyes questioning the earth that our ancestors walked over. Building upon the patterns that were left yet before them forming a culture filled with art and literature. Memories make stories; stories make tales, those tales that are told to us to help create our future. We cannot be who we truly are without understanding where we come from. Our creativity yearns towards the art that was once created before us and about us. Parents dream about their children and they work to create a life filled with security and love for their protection. This work of art is what makes a difference in our lives. Appreciating the past and looking forward to the future.

Palestinians today are victims, limited from their freedom of walking upon the earth that their ancestors walked over and built. Limited to learn about their stories and history, limited from walking their own homes and gardens, limited from reading their old books and writings. How can we stop fighting? We fight to learn about our own selves and about our past. How can you not wonder about yours? You came from somewhere other than here. Your ancestors came from somewhere other than here; they are what make you yourself. Have you no wonders? Have you no interest in self-search and self-discovery? Have you no interest in what makes your creativity a unique one? We have our interest of our own history and culture. We cannot be limited from our own curiosity and freedom of being human. So let us all dance wherever we want to dance, let you and I all live the life we look forward to living.

So here I am in Jerusalem, as I search and discover, as I walk between the old streets and houses, wishing everyone else gets the chance to do the very same. I walked between old city of Jerusalem, head towards my mosque, my temple to pray for the freedom of peace for humanity, I walked to read history on the tiles of the ground, I walked to see stories on the walls. I walked from the east side to the west side, and back to the east side. From the east side I walked towards Mamilla Avenue, outside through the streets towards the YMCA, I walked inside to watch its stunning architecture then headed towards the King David Hotel, I read signs and looked at photographs hang on the walls, then headed towards the traces of the first train station in Jerusalem, it is located between the east side of the Old City and the west side of the German Colony “they once were like one”, walked over the old track of the train, into what used to be the ticket station and what today is a small restaurant, walked the Bethlehem road, and walked the Hebron road, I walked the German Colony ,towards the Baka neighborhood, where you will see the most ancient and authentic houses that tell all the tales from just staring at the windows, I walked back towards Yafa street, and visited homes to discover the oldest maps of Palestine and Jerusalem, I walked back towards the old city again into the Sheikh Jarrah neighborhood, cried my eyes out of injustice, and went straight to Al Buraq Wall or what is known as the Western Wall.

If only we are all free to move back and forth from the west side of Jerusalem to the East side, how beautiful life would be if I felt safe around my own neighbor, how beautiful life would be if we stop teaching our sons to hate and instead teach them to love. Jerusalem is an adventure, an experience of irony, an experience of life, an experience of faith. Jerusalem can be our hope, if the people decide to really open their eyes and see.

A message of Love; from what have inspired me the past week.

I was inspired to read a couple of beautiful statuses from Friends and Pages of people I follow on facebook. Words of love from people welcoming the Holly month of Ramadan, words of Love to remind us that Ramadan is not only about fasting from food, but also fasting from the self. It is about Forgiveness and about Love. It is about asking those you have been mistaken with in your life to forgive you, and being Thankful and grateful to those and for those who have been the light of love in your life.

So I am taking this chance, to thank my friends and thank the people who are worth following and reading their posts. Thank you for inspiring me to write this post, for reminding me to feel the need to ask for forgiveness and to send my gratitude, and for being contagious in wanting to share this post on my blog and my facebook wall.

To those, I have been mistaken with, or I have hurt, even if for very little, I am sorry. I might have done it on purpose and I might have no idea that I did hurt you at all. Either way I hope you can forgive me. Forgive me, if I have been wrong, or if I have caused any ache in your heart or life.

To those who have shown me the smallest sparks of love and to those who shower me with love, Thank you. I will InshAlla include you in my every day prayer during the month of Ramadan, and I will send my gratitude to God for bringing you to my life. I am grateful for the love you have given me. I am grateful to meet you, to know you and to receive love from you. I pray that I am also a ray of love in your life.

This is a message of love before the first day of the Holly month of Ramadan. It is a message I wish to share to express that this upcoming month, is a beautiful month, because it is an opportunity for all of us to reflect, to learn and to remember, that no matter how many times we trip, we get a new chance to try again. This is my chance to want to start a new page, a white page, where all I draw in the lives of those I stumble upon, hearts of love.

With love, have a wonderful month of Ramadan, wherever you are.

Al Zeeb, الزيب‎

Motive of the day: When you can love, love compassionatly, and what is compassionatly….

When you know about those you care about the most, with time, you only look for ways to be creative to express your love for them differently. Nothing can stop you when you are certain of the love they have in return for you, and nothing can change the amount of efforts you wish to invest to express your love. Time is immeasurable then. It doesn’t matter how long you need to give to those you love. It doesn’t matter what you need to give up, it doesn’t matter how yoi need to express. There becomes no self, ego, or pride in between. Its just pure love. That is the kind of love we need to hold on to & learn from because it only teaches us about ourselves. The pure side of oneself, the Divine side of oneself. The beautiful side of life. Do not hold back then, do not use time to wait or postpone, do not over think & do not underestimate yourself. Just set your heart free. To all the beautiful mothers & fathers out there, yes mothers day is soon but it is worth celebrating love with everyone you love anyway because love is worth celebrating everyday. To those who are mothers, who act like mothers, who care, who love & who cherish with no expectations for anything in return… May this world only serve you with hope, light and love. ☀️💛 have a blessed tuesday. 



Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you… So Dance, and keep on Dancing…

This world is like a snowy mountain that echoes your voice. Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you. Therefore, if there is someone who harbors ill thoughts about you, saying similarly bad things about him, will only make matters worse. You will be locked in a vicious circle of malevolent energy. Instead for forty days and nights say and think nice things about that person. Everything will be different at the end of the forty days, because you will be different inside. The Sufi mystic & Islamic scholar Jalal ad-Din Rumi – Rule#27 from the book 40 Rules of love by Elif Shafak

ZurichThere is nothing more beautiful than being cheerful. Nothing more beautiful than being positive. And nothing more beautiful than following the examples of those who have only done good in this world. We live in a day-to-day battle, but that battle can use few people who encourage us to quit fighting and start chanting. Chant our way through this short life. Surround ourselves with good memories, and good times. Life is too short to hold back, and it is too short to sit still. It is a life lived to dance, lived to joy, lived to live. What are you doing being bothered by the bothering’s of someone else? If you can’t help cheer them, then cheer yourself and maybe they will be cheered along. Don’t mistaken your life with theirs, and don’t make their misery, yours. A sad man, will eventually dance, when he sees both the people he loves and hates are dancing. So dance, even to those who are wicked, dance… and keep on dancing.