One can only forgive the ignorance of the priests and orientalists who way back in centuries past fatefully initiated the translation of the word deen as religion for it was but ignorance and incapacity to see beyond their own existential and linguistic state:  frogs can see only the pond and the surrounding bank, can only croak. So the sight of an ocean for them would be a kind of pond, the shore a bank denuded of green, and the cry of the gull a foreign croak.  But O how great the schism in vim and vibrancy arising from this myopia, split into two separate parts – ‘no sex in the church of the market’ – until today. No recognition of the slivery changes from jelly to black mass and culinary forms, no recognition of the amfibious nature; all contained in frogginess. And how great the morbid, legalised fear of joining the two parts in healthy 1-ness. The spiritual bubbles of Makka and Madina within the wastes of riba are almost upon us.

al Quds

He ta’ala may open up the al-Quds flower of memories with the water which had distilled them during past actions of ignorance, and O what a gift in the here and now: the fragrance of meanings manifest after mists of the slave’s personal mismanagement, affirming his helpless Decree. An alternative to the killing and anger in Falestine as the Shaykh has made clear is gold and silver instead of paper shekhels and multiple wives, and many, many births instead of suicide.

Stale bread for the poor and why not?  Had He, ta’ala, wished it He would have kept it fresh forever as related in His Book. Stale bread for the poor might be tastier at times: no price or inked and holographed paper.

Of course things can take time to happen after a dua – for the angels to carry out the commands with adab:  so the fellow slaves involved at the time of the slave’s making the dua may be accommodated with lutf.

This is the wisdom of the five categories of haram, makrouh, mubaah, mustahabb and waajib: that the faqih, that is the balanced, healthy man of fitra and intellect, is free of the angst of uncertainty as to whether he has strayed too near the border now.

All women and men are alike in fitra, how they differ from humanism is their elevation and ranks.

Superiority in numbers does not count, but rather sublimity of character.

The solid state of the State lends yet more space and breadth to the firdaus of the deen. Constriction teaches expansion.

The arena of the people of the wool is the nafs because protected by the fuqara.

The people of this territory are known for cleanliness so they are waiting for the next phase:

Wudu, salat and a Shaykh from the west. Nawawi reminds us that they are brothers and sisters for being bashar of bani Adam like us, and Allah ta’ala reminds us that He has only created different tribes in order to get to know them.

From his bike before me

he fell to the asphalt with even more involuntary flaying

of the arms and legs and head than usual, bloodied hand,

determined to continue,

but was persuaded to leave his bicycle against the Kindergarten fence.

Kids taken care of, I overtook him on his spasmodic way, called him

to jump in and he did, acrobatically, from long experience.

‘Where to?’

In spasmodic deutsch: ‘Straight on – to Rewe, as it turned out, next door, to be precise,

to an ATM which he manipulated himself amidst flying cards and portemonnaie and bewildered early drawers.

La morale de l’histoire: If you pick up a fallen spasmodic you have to take him home.

Or: a sign of things to come?

In the Spiegel prognostication for 2023 is omitted the survival of the waldgänger,

the woodtrekker whose diet of certain wild herbs of his daily choosing and picking

saved him from dem Plan,

while his message to the filistines to breed more kids rather than burn flags

came to eventual fruition

and his dying advice to the technos lived on:

‘Tell me something most high and holy Kounsel.’

He replied: ‘Do not go to the priests or priestesses, guardians of knowledge, who enslave but to the men and women of gnosis and action, purveyors of knowledge, who free. Look for them among the inheritors of the kahf’.

Zwischen Herat und Kandahar aus der Sommermorgenfrühkühle erwachend zum Paschto-grün im dampfendem Glas von unterm nichtsosehrsauber schweren Teppich auf Chai-khaaneholzleisten Betten cum Bänken. Heißer Hefegeruch vom Tandoori-Naan. Rauschgefährter aus Quebec, alt-französisch sprechend. Khuda haafiz bis zum Garten.

Kein Zeichen hier von Tun um Tunswillen, nur ein langmüdige oder langmütige Erkenntnnis von Seiner Herrschaft. Zeit zum Chillum oder Zeit zum bus?

Frisch geschlachteter Schafskopf, fliegenschwarz, bewegt sich kaum im Wind an der Marktbude; besser aber, als buddhistisches Weltmusik-FriedensVolk und ihr von Generälen gesichertes Brennen der Rohingya.

He picked up another glossy rag, a mainstream soup concealing horror scenarios, depending on which p. Party connived with it, or which puffing-house funded it, or which editor preened in it,

or just the bakhsheesh of hoo

man

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removing the doksy of bribery through mass akzeptanz

‘Do not look with the eye of negation and criticism’

said Shabistari

‘For then the flowers will turn to thorns before you’,

and then sat with the banker, but not from Bankfurt, all sweet smiles in the sun-midst-summer flowers until mention of the forbidden word so abhorred by the man of the cantos. No wage slave, he, but ignorant conspirer to global slavery’s index of 50 million and many, many more sub-slaves in the camps. A muslo-calvinist who removes the naked plastic doll from the sofa of polite conversation,

and remembered Gülen, sitting in the high walled compounded school behind armed guards, pouring over new mosque architect’s plans to the exclusion of messrs AHO, MS, and ARG with gold dinars and silver dirhams in the pocks, bounded by Sdaq’s ‘he, sallallahu alahi wa sallim left nothing but men and women, placed no brick upon another brick’.

And what has youthful night-sleep in a pile of autumn leaves in a Vienna park to do with the later emergence of Islam? Submission.

Or a morning merendino and ristretto amidst the Dolomites after a wakeful, cool sleep by rucksacks in the nearby copse? Need.

Or barefoot on hot sand in desert stone-hut, a guest of a wiry-haired Afrikan and his woman in al-Aqaba? Gratitude.

Dawla, Deen and the Entire City

Hand written pages yield to printer’s ink on paper, yield to electronic ink of pads and readers, to light impulses of photos and words in the worry bead mobile, even to conversations in the street at home between friends and traders

– but not of the weight of the revelation via the Messenger crushing the thigh of Zayd ibn Thaabit, not of the weight of the recitation of the noble Book in the dark of the night as revealed in sura al-Muzammil: ‘Stay up at night, except a little, half of it, or a little less, or a little more, and recite the Qur’an distinctly. We will impose a weighty Word upon you. Certainly rising at night has a stronger effect and is more conducive to concentration. In the daytime much of your time is taken up by business matters. Remember the Name of your Lord, and devote yourself to Him completely. Lord of the East and West –   there is no god but Him – so take Him as your Guardian’

for further illumination see the tafseer of the Illustrious Quran, Al-Bahr al-Madeed – ‘The Vast Ocean’ of Ibn Ajeeba

Stronger, more majestic, the face to face communication of presence:

either the taught or the teaching

if the head is lowered

or better still kneeling

to the source.

O tigered lion, you who have conquered so much more than K2

O smiling lion,

I ask Him for Your shifaa’

thanks from your usaylik wa shibuk.

The twinned yellow fluorite crystals of Giromagny

with the gold further afield in Bourneix

are but meanings set up in images

O getigerter Löwe, der so viel mehr als die Besteigung von K2 hinter dir hast,
ich bitte Ihn um deine Shifaa‘
mit Dank von deinem Usaylik und Shibuk
verzwillingt-gelb Fluorit-Kristalle von Giromagny
mit dem Gold darüber hinaus in Bourneix sind nur Bedeutungen, in Bilder geformt.

Coffee proffered but missed in the moment.

All in a chateau near Belfort created only for the Eid, with Shaykh AbdalQaadir al-Jilaani in the mosque in Baghdad ‘Whoever as seen me today has seen Allah’.

Couillette douillette with the numéro d’astreinte at rest at night.

May Allah bless the Rasoul.

But let me not abstract to much –  for the rugby of the fitya on the lawn of the chateau was for real, for futuwwa.

The man who loved the dunya more

than the Akhira left his friend for the man

who loved the Akhira more than the dunya,

and so Xristendom arose in all its split fury.

With us it was always all about enslaving men and women

correctly, that they might be free.

Le Marok sous un brouillard français

dont les points de repères

sont déterminés de Paris

se reveillera le matin de clarté Arabe

et Amazighia; ou risque le chemin socialiste

de guerre civile sanglant de son voisin peut-être.

Vive le cool Cherif royale!

To set the hearts of those of other deens at rest

mention must be made anew that he arrived

by the joining of opposites –

so the rubbish protecting the El Jadida strand is equal

to the cleanliness of the further stretch at Ain Diab

with its outwardly spick and span wino, zina tourists.