Thursday, 22 October 2009

One For Saima

Miss Saima,

As-salaamu alaikom.

First, SAIMA's meaning: Saima is derived from 'sayam' (fasting). Hence Saima is a girl who practices restrains in the way of Allah.

Second, your splitting up the proper name of Allah as 'Al-aah' is inexcuseable--unless you seek Allah's forgiveness through prayers.

If you do THIS to Allah's name, then prepare yourself for All-aah ('aah' as in Urdu, meaning: sigh).

If you wrote that in the toilet, its understandable; evil thoughts do enter one's mind there. A toilet is place of 'najs'. Look what it did to Arjun and his gang! I'm not surprised you did not protest against that!

This poem (remember: 'the erring follow the poets')? Its so nice to see Laddu (who is about to become a Muslim, a complete submitter to the Will of Allah) pointing out what indeed is the truth. If Muslims won't behave, I'm afraid Indus-ians (not as yet converted to Islam) will take over Islamic eduaction!

The poem smacks of mysticism, Sufism and anthropomorphic thought. The goal of the Sufi quest was union with the Divine, and the Sufi seeker after God. I'd say, impossible and unsuppported by the Holy Qur'an and the Sunnah (way) of the Prophet.

Are you a ChowQ version of Rabi'a al-Adawiyya al Qaysiyya of Basra (she was the one who first set forth the doctrine of Divine Love, legends about her were narrated by Attar, four hundred years after her death!)? Much of the poetry that is attributed to her is of unknown origin!

Here are her so-called miracles:

Attributed to Rabia, when asked how she discovered the secret by Hasan al-Basri: "You know of the how, but I know of the how-less."

Then there is the far-fetched tale about how the Ka'ba came to meet her halfway!

One day Hazrat Hasan Basri saw Hazrat Rabia near a lake. He threw his prayer rug on top of the water and said, "Rabia come! Let us pray two rakats here." She replied, "Hasan, when you are showing off your spiritual goods in the worldly market, it should be things which your fellow men cannot display." Then she threw her prayer rug into the air and flew up onto it by saying, "Come up here, Hasan, where people can see us." Then she said, "Hasan, what you did fishes can do, and what I did flies can do. But the real business is outside these tricks. One must apply oneself to the real business."

Now be a good Saima instead, please.

Note for readers; The said poem may be (I said MAY BE) read at:

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