Rocks from which Waters Flow

Bismillah hir Rahman nir Raheem
As-salamu 'alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu,

There are some rare and painful moments in our lives when we hit rock bottom- spiritually, emotionally, sometimes psychologically. Our hearts feel as though they've been emptied of every atom's weight of peace, contentment and tranquility and been overstuffed with bricks of despair, boulders of pain, anguish, loss, emptiness and the worst kind of distance that exists... resulting in spiritual depression. We walk around like zombies completely numb to the crisp truth of Reality, yet aching agonizingly over a sweetness spoiled, a closeness departed, a remembrance forgotten.

These moments are precious- not in and of themselves, but due to their abounding potential. The truly prosperous is he who finds in calamity the seeds of a growth which were destined to be planted in that way. The truly wise he who understands and believes with conviction in the Words of Allah jalla jalaaluh, "Fa inna ma'al 'usri yusraa. Inna ma'al 'usri yusraa." ~ "So verily with difficulty there is ease, verily with difficulty there is ease."

Let us reflect upon this reality and embrace it. Allah 'azza wa jal has told you it can happen; in fact He has told you it will happen. Now make it happen- one step, one moment, one prayer at a time. Where there's a will there's a way... and He is waiting to facilitate it.

Was-salaam ma'al ikraam..

In the Days After

Bismillah hir Rahman nir Raheem.
As-salaamu 'alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.

This is an e-mail I received from Jamiatul Ulama. There's always something precious to learn from the awliyaa of Allah subhaanahu wa ta 'aala. May He preserve and increase them, and grant us that noble rank. Ameen.

Please keep me in your du'as.
Was-salaam ma'al ikraam...

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This happens year after year. When Ramadhaan is over and Shaytaan is released again, how many will go back to their previous master, to become his slave again, leaving aside all the good they did in this month, and go back to their old ways.

Bursting with the joy of Ramadhaan, I set to visit a pious old sage I knew to share my joy with him.

He spotted me before I saw him and made Salaam to me before I could greet him. Replying to his greeting, I looked at his face, again marvelling at the deep serenity to be seen in his warm, affectionate eyes.

He sat without speaking: He was lost in Ya Ilaahi (Remembrance of Allah), and I was pondering on a way to express my inner exultation to him. After just a short while, I could not contain myself any longer.

'O Sheikh!' I burst out. 'What a wonderful month is this not! Just see how everyone is affected by the spirituality of this month; men, women and children as well.'

Without any shadow of emotion at this stage, the sage just looked my way without showing any emotion.

Taking this as a cue to continue, I expanded: 'Yes, the children as well. They have such a zeal for fasting and in this month one finds even fewer of them sitting in front of the TV, or getting involved in useless activities!'

Instead of a corresponding delight, the twinkling in the sage's eyes disappeared, and a pained look entered those eyes that were normally so clear and bright.

Somewhat startled by this unexpected effect I tried again: 'O Sheikh! Just see how, in this wonderful month, the women are dressing more modestly, and even covering their heads!'

Cautiously, I glanced at the sage's face. The pain in his eyes deepened and spread to his face. What did I say wrong?

I tried again: 'O Sheikh! See how the people deprive themselves of the things they enjoy. Their behaviour is also good. There is little or no arguing and fighting, no vulgarity or obscenity. How strong is the feeling of brotherhood!'

The sage appeared grief-stricken. His eyes began to moisten.

But I tried last time: 'O Sheikh! Look how full the Masaajid are at night! See how the men, young and old, submit themselves to their Creator in Salaat - not only for Esha, but also exerting themselves another hour or so in Taraweeh!'

These words were the final straw! The sage wept openly. Feeling helpless, I sat in silence, head bowed down in contrition at having caused the sage so much grief.

When the sage regained his composure, I turned to him:

'O Sheikh! Please forgive this foolish and ignorant one for causing you grief. I implore you to please remove the veils of darkness from my heart, so that I may also see what you have seen.'

The sage replied: 'O my son, do you not see? In this month Allah Subhaanahu-wa-Ta'ala has chained up Shaytaan. The very people in whom you have noticed betterment are the very ones who had been following Shaytaan before this month. Throughout the whole year they have been following Shaytaan. Now that Shaytaan is locked up, they are able to do what you have seen them do. This happens year after year. And when Ramadhaan is over, and Shaytaan is released, how many will not go back to their previous master, to become his slaves again, leaving aside all the good they did in this month, and go back to their old ways? That is why I weep!

Jamiatul Ulama (Transvaal)

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