Travelers on the Path of Knowledge

Knowledge is an ocean and a few drops just aren’t enough. -Unknown

Wise Words from a Shaykh April 28, 2007

Filed under: Islam,Random,Reflections — musaafir @ 5:03 pm

The outward never goes straight, unless there’s something inward.
We have to turn ourselves to Allah (swt).
Actions last forever things pass away, always have and always will.
When a person is a Wali, Allah benefits the person through his enemies.
We ask Allah to bring our hearts to life.


(if you want to know who, e-mail me and I’ll tell you).


The Signs Are Always Present April 27, 2007

Filed under: Islam,Reflections — musaafir @ 9:32 am

If I may digress, I recall waking up this morning for Fajr when Lena (the other blogger on this site-and my best friend!) called me. While speaking to her I looked out of my window as a HUGE bolt of lightening flashed. Then came the thunder. Completely awe-inspiring.

As I was listening to a lecture set yesterday, the Shaykh was talking about the signs of Allah always being around. SubhanAllah. It kind of threw me off on a tangent because who deserves more respect and praise other than Allah? His flashing of that bolt of lightening completely diverted my attention and brought me back to thinking about Him and His Creation.

There are signs in the world for those who reflect. Right? His creation is everywhere and his signs everywhere. Even in the existence of humans and the differences we exhibit. It is truly amazing. I know that when I was a child I could only draw people and flowers so many ways. There was a limit to what I could “create.” Yet with Allah there is no such boundary. He creates us with different skin tones, with different voices, with different shapes of eyes, noses, ears, lips, hands.. Everything! And we distinguish each other by these things. We see the way someone walks and generally we know who it is. We hear someone’s voice and generally we can tell who it is.

When we go to art galleries and look at the works on display there we often see that an artist has a particular style. What I mean is that you can tell one artist’s work from another because of a certain technique he uses or something that is present in everything he paints or sculpts.  Yet with Allah, there is no such boundary. And I don’t mean that His creation has no consistency. It does. But I mean, He is not limited in what He creates. My closest friend and I can have the largest differences in the outward yet our insides are so similar. It’s just mind boggling.

“…all that is in the heavens and on earth: behold, in that are Signs indeed for those who reflect.” (45:13)


Mabrook April 7, 2007

Filed under: Random — musaafir @ 12:09 pm

And among His signs is this, that He has created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in tranquillity with them; and He has put love and mercy between you. Verily in that are signs for those who reflect. (30:21)

So this is a bit personal but mabrook for all of those people I know who have just gotten married (Aaminah!), about to get married- next week (heh, you know who you are– though I’m not sure if you visit my blog so should I just tag you in the note on Facebook? Maybe the other writer on this blog will pass along the message even though I’ve said it to you), just got engaged (yes you-Anum!) and others who I shall refrain from naming (let’s not embarass just everyone :-D).

Insha’Allah you will all have blessed and fruitful marriages. This is such a sacred spiritual act and I hope you only benefit from this relationship. It’s  so great to be able to be a part of your lives and seeing your joy makes me happy. 🙂


Fez- a city of learning

Filed under: News,Reflections — musaafir @ 11:06 am

I would love to go to Fez(it’s a city in Morocco). Maybe one day, insha’Allah !:)

Fez speaks in symbols. Few places on Earth seem so imbued with buried meanings: in the patterns of hand-knotted carpets; in the tattooed faces of Berber peasant women; in the cosmic swirls of carved plaster in its architecture; in the voices of traditional Sufi and Gnawa singers; in the techniques of expert craftsmen; in the ingredients of its cuisine.

Like a giant ancient text, Fez requires exegesis. To the casual observer, it might appear a frustrating jumble of bodies, animals, indecipherable voices, strange designs.

To the person who has learned its codes and its lore, the crowded confusion begins to make sense. Patterns form. Colors radiate with significance. Geometric shapes convey ideas. Every number contains a charm. Every flavor enfolds a bit of history.

In the 14th-century Sahrij medersa, one of Fez’s many artfully constructed Koranic schools, Mr. Alami approached the dazzling mosaics on the walls and ran his finger along the design like a literary scholar reading poetry. Each of the five tile colors, he said, was purposely chosen: “Blue is the sky, white is purity, black is depth, yellow is wealth, green is Islam.”

The sprawling colorful motif, he noted, radiated from a central eight-pointed star. The figure represents Allah, “because paradise is said to have eight doors” in the Koran, he said. “One design, repeated many times, stands for the unity of God.”

Cool beans