Abdal Hakim Murad – Fasting & Mortality Ramadan Moments 3

Bismillah Alhamdulillah wa salatu salam ala Rasulillah, where Ali he

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So as we move deeper into the ocean of Ramadan, we observe

certain transformations.

Most of what is valuable in religion is beyond the reach of

human language. But we know that we are changing.

And we know that

we are accustomed we accustoming ourselves to what the scholars

called Teddy read, stripping away, that during the day, the little

child within that wants this treat, and that treat is has given

up is, as it were, cried himself to sleep. And we experienced a

kind of austere liberation.

Under the Iftar, we, as it were come back to life again. And there

is a sense in which we experienced a little death

and then come back to life again, to be given another chance. It's a

little bit like artifact, resurrection, that is before the

resurrection, because in the grave, of course, we will all be

fasting. One day, we will all be taking our last morsel, and

choking on our last drink, that time will come to all of us.

Ramadan is a time when we learn our vulnerability of dependence on

the risk of the Creator and also breathe a different air and start

to

experience ourselves as detached from the normal kind of life

support system, the the

sucrose drip of our treats and customs. So reflecting on this,

I've been

reading some of the great poetry of the OMA

in which the souls of the transformed ones continue to move

us over enormous gulfs of space and time.

And I've been reading most recently, and with considerable

respect, the poetry of somebody who I think is not sufficiently

known, although who's known in the Turkish speaking world, Central

Asia. Somebody called Roger Ackman yesterday,

who spent most of his life and died in what is now Kazakhstan

is somebody who really spent his life to the dour, spreading Islam

in those very inhospitable places. In the middle of the largest

continent, sweltering summers, subzero winters, difficult for him

and his disciples to go out talking to these wild shamanistic

tribes and bringing them to tell hate but that was his, his

dedication, and his particular calling was to those who were most

unfortunate, the poorest, the isolated those who had been

rejected by their tribes.

orphans, is famous as a lover of the poor and this was his

particular

modality of following some aspect of the enormous prophetic

personage, the the HELOC housing. So I've been looking at it he's

lived so long ago. He knows in the middle of the 12th century, this

is before the Mongols before all kinds of things happening.

And much of his poetry has been lost, or its present only in half

verses or variant readings. It is the first truly great Muslim voice

from that region, as Islam takes those people and takes that

language, which had previously been just for talking about horses

and camels and talks, and rival tribes and turned it into a

absolutely exquisite and beautiful instrument for the conveying of

the fullness of Islam. Islam, uplifts, transforms, turns to gold

languages wherever it goes as well as soul. So looking at

one of these poems, which I hadn't read before, and I'm still coming

to terms with it. And some of the verses are not complete.

You get a sense of his awareness of this tense read this sort of

little death that we experienced during Ramadan.

And it's a poem in which he has a verse about every year of his

life.

Some of missing but most of it is here,

explaining his spiritual state, his weaknesses, his strengths, how

Allah is taking him up to his 63rd year

when he reached his 63rd year, which of course is the Prophetic

age for death, he felt that it was not appropriate for him any longer

to be on the surface of the earth. And so he carried on the remainder

of his teaching and his iPad in a kind of cave underneath the

ground. So he'd entered the earth as it were before

before his actual death continued with

his extraordinary process of transforming this great Kazakh

nation which is now

I think the biggest territorially Muslim country and enormous area

and it's his soul really that transforms these people. You

couldn't conquer these wandering tribes you affected their soul. So

let's look a little bit a few of these few of these years. He

reaches to us over the centuries under this time of adulthood and

doing without and contemplation. I think it's particularly effective.

I just read a few verses. He begins Bismillah that pay on a

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become the friend and the fellow traveler of that person.

Thus, on the Day of Resurrection, you will be close to Allah's

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the impoverished.

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the Holy Prophet, then be at all times at the side of the

strangers.

Always extend your attentive ear to those who read or earn and

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draw close to the souls of the strangers.

Spread goodness like the Holy Prophet, to all people.

Look for an ask after the orphans.

Do not turn your face towards the worshippers of the world.

I have turned away my face

and everything has become like a great ocean.

They move forward a little bit. The translation obviously is very

crude and on poetic but we get a sense of the particular spiritual

state of this stranger who lived for the strangers and lived for

the orphans and brought a whole country into Islam.

So, now he goes through his years year by year so

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when you were a child of 10

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rose up to the position of a Hajah a religious teacher, that you did

not worship

what a shame it is to say I am a religious teacher, when you were

so much remains on the road. For this reason, in the in my 63rd

year, I went beneath the earth, so this becomes the final line of

each quatrain for the rest of the rest of the poem.

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A beautiful voice came to me came to my ear from the unseen world.

This is when his turn, remember a lot.

And for that reason, I became a remember remember of Allah.

I saw that those who had no love for Allah could not remain

steadfast on the path. And for this reason, I opened my shop of

love.

It goes on, there's so much that's beautiful. But the point is that

we get the sense of somebody who was following the Holy Prophets

commandment couldn't be done yet. And the Corrib arbalest

be in this world, as though a Wayfarer

or a traveler. Oh Hari, the believer in this world, with its

worldliness and with those who are worshipping the world feels a bit

out of place and strange. And that's the place of the believer.

In this time. The believer is, as it were detached, has this teddy

read, and is constantly recalling

the grave hoping that it will be for him the most beautiful garden

that he's ever seen.

And because of this alienation from this world, which is

symbolized by the Holy Prophet, salallahu, alayhi, wasallam, in

his Mirage, leaving the world but coming back to the world as it

worth seeing things in perspective. He says that when you

have that understanding, that's when you're in solidarity with the

poor, with the orphan, with the helpless and you walk side by side

with them

on their path. So this was this particular spiritual fragrant

converter of Kazakhstan, may Allah have mercy upon him and raise him

up to a high degree. And may we in this fasting month, this month of

austerity of Ramadan, in sha Allah tastes something of the sweetness

and the blessing, and the love that comes from teacher eat. This

is not really a time for sorrow. This is the time for love. As we

set aside distractions, and we look at the world in a mature way,

and see the beauty and see the divine purposes at work, and

single out the brokenhearted who are particularly close to him for

our loving care and are solidarity. May Allah accept our

fasting insha Allah and bring us to the aid in safety and in

humility, and benefit us insha Allah from the depths of this

amazing time, so no more aleikum wa rahmatullah.