Mevlana sefik can

March 18, 2007


Interview with mevlana sefik can

March 18, 2007

Mawlana Rumi

March 18, 2007

The ecstatic faith of rumi


March 14, 2007

They came a-knocking on my door,
Not one- not two- not three ,but four
I was half asleep you could hear me snore
Those brothers with tableeghi tendencies hardcore

I tried my best to ignore
Those people whom I used to abhor,
I always thought of tableegh as quite a bore
Those pacifists who never talk of war.

But this was before I used to pray
To me spirituality was just a cliché
So I wasted my entire life away
9 to 5 work was my routine everyday

But something woke me from my hibernation,
Perhaps it was divine decree for my salvation?,
So I went down the stairs with trepidation
And opened the door with hesitation.

We exchanged salams and I let them enter,
They suggested I visit the markaz- the tableeghi center,
So I agreed eventually not wishing to dissent
And they made me stand and wrote down my intent.

And ever since I have travelled the globe,
In my coloured hat and delightful robe,
Gone are the nights of the flashing disco strobe
The Masjid has become my nocturnal abode.

And in my days I call to ALLAH-the heavenly Lord,
And besides him none deserves to be adored,
Doors are slammed in my face and I am often ignored,
But I aspire in Jannah to a great reward

I no Longer drive a Lamborghini,
My wife sports now a niqaab, and not a bikini
The sunnah of milk has replaced my Vodka martini,
Oh what joy to be a tableeghi

What do kings know of what we own?
They but delight in their earthly throne
Praise be to God who kept the pleasures of tableegh unkown,
How can the deaf man appreciate Beethoven’s tone?

How many a person has been caused by tableegh to convert,
By the simplicity of message-pure and clean without dirt
This sweet spiritual nectareous desert,
Waking and changing sinful hearts that once were inert

There may not be pamphlets or elaborate computer graphics,
No polished speeches to give people kicks,
No free-mixing of guys and chicks
Like some conferences –we’ve all seen the pix

But to nourish water just needs to be simple and pure
This much my friend I can assure
That though it has no electrifying allure
It’s a way oft-tried and most secure

Scientists say a true equation’s truth lies in its simplicity,
So Said William of Ockham in conformity,
Tableegh is simple , true and full of authenticity,
In both worlds it will give you felicity.

Theres no takalluf- or fake duplicity,
Only a shallow pond pretends to have depth with turbidity,
So in this age of media spin and sophistry
Tableegh provides us with many a refreshing quality
Purity ,probity, modesty, integrity, certainty.

Oh Messenger of God…(sallallaho wa sallam)

March 14, 2007

Oh Messenger of God, Please let me hold your hand
Finer than the most exquisite silk in all the land
And walk in the streets by your side,
For you Oh Master Are my guide

Oh Messenger of God Let me kiss your feet,
For you are God’s chosen one-his elite,
You behaved like a slave though you were a king,
And you came to bring the desert’s ancient winter into spring.

Oh Messenger of God,Won’t you visit my Home,
So that my family can see you sit and roam,
And we may feed you the best that we have to eat
And provide you shelter from the desert’s heat

Oh Messenger of God , Let me visit your grave
For what am I but your most despicable slave,
But May I rub its dust into my thirsty eyes,
For it is more honoured than the throne above the skies

Oh Messenger on God, Oh Shining Sun,
Won’t you come this way and visit my son,
So that he may Know you’re God’s Beloved one
And without you creation would not have begun!

Oh Messenger of God would you let?
Me to put into a viol some of your sweat,
If you indeed give me your consent,
I would love to smell your heavenly scent.

Oh Messenger of God you were in the mind of eternity,
And your scent is the best thing in the realm of the olfactory,
And your saliva better than everything gustatory,
God’s eternal blessings and peace upon thee!

Oh Messenger of God May I bottle your tears?
SO they make take away all my fears,
And every drop that emerged from your noble eyes,
Is for me the greatest prize

Oh Messenger of God May I appeal?
To see between your shoulder blades the seal
Of Prophethood-for you are the last to come
Mirza Ghulam’s lies are so insanely dumb

Oh Messenger of God May I see your bravery,
In the battles which removed the world from creation’s slavery
And liberated them from the yokes of the finite realm
Injustice was disgraced and the just Caliphs took to the helm.

Oh Messenger of God May my spouse see your wives,
Their pure and chaste and innocent lives
For they are plagued by fake bollywood models like aishwaria rai,
In an age when unblemished modesty is in short supply

Oh Messenger of God May i see your generosity,
Which you showed to even those who greeted you with ferocity,
To the bedouin man who pulled your shawl
You smiled and gave it to him as the hadeeths recall!

Oh Messenger of God you had no silhouette,
There was no room for darkness in your form, or any regret
You created civilisation though you did not learn to read or write,
For the celestial angel Jibraeel taught you to recite.

Oh Messenger of God may i request ,
When I am stressed or depressed,
You let me visit your city -Madeena THE blessed,
The land which the angels and saints caressed

Oh Messenger of God May I see how you are kind,
When the people of Taif who were spiritually blind.
Pelted you with stones, and caused you to bleed
But you faltered not to preach this eternal creed

Oh messenger of God Let me read your tales
How you looked upon the Lord without any veils
When you went on the mi’raj further than Jibraeel could dare
For you oh Beloved are beyond compare!

Oh Messenger of God let me read of your patience
When the Quraysh tried to cast you from the land of the Ka’ba
How you remained calm with your noble sahaaba
Expressing not the slightest annoyance

Oh Messenger of God, let me shield your eyes from Saudi Arabia,
The wahhabis have changed your deen of love into tremendous fear
And peace and justice have become an anathema
And they have declared on ahlus sunnah war after war.

Oh Messenger of God let me hide my disgust,
The wahhabis have reduced your noble home to dust,
Where you were born and were you played,
They declare on your relics a great crusade.

Oh Messenger of God, Shall i cover your ears?
Some wahhabis have turned cursing your parents into careers,
In attacking your family they have become skilled engineers
God bless Imam Suyuti for refuting such mutineers

Oh messenger of God let me take you to Deoband’s college
Where even the arab scholars are forced to acknowledge
That they teach your words and your beautiful sacred knowledge
You planted a single seed Oh Beloved- Yet even in Hind we see Foliage!

Oh Messenger of God come into my dreams
So that I may see your glows and gleams
And smell your fragrance in my room
It will take away all my gloom

Oh Messenger of God, let me be from your friends
So that I may Make much amends
I have spent my life in sorrow and sin,
In your sunnah now – a new dawn I begin

Draw near to the dhawq of Tasawuf

March 14, 2007

Poems about the Jam’aah Tableegh

The waves hit the rocks on a stormy day,
Heralding the coming of the times of fitna
Hold on to your imaan-don’t let it sway,
Problems galore in this age are bound to occur.

They will the snatch the coverings from our womens faces,
And attack us from all conceivable places,
Try and eradicate the sunnah and all its glorious traces,
So that the sha’air are invisible from all public spaces.

Modernism, Post-modernism ,structural semantics,
Are just tools from the box of iblees and his terrible antics,
The west has muslim modernist muqallids that behave as sycophantics,
They have no deep knowledge of islam -just slogans and pedantics.

The social darwinist monsters speak of progress as a blessing,
Faeces coated in gold is but a pathetic dressing,
To the man of wisdom this “progress” is not good but distressing
Replacing revelation’s absolute truth with conjectures and guessing

Ya tableegh…Oh Tableeghi… firm with imaan…Come save the world.
The vacuums in people’s hearts crave the banner of Muhammad(saw) to be unfurled,
Ya tableeghi ….Oh My brother…..Save the ozone layer of our souls,
Our sacred garment of ethics and virtue has been punctured with holes.