“The private sphere is heilig“, he proclaimed on the radio, and so it might seem from the endless codes, passwords and encryptions; but does it also mean that holiness has even been transfered from the kirk in the mind of the faithful – faithful to what? – to the net. “No! concepts, brain-bound, are still heilig”, said the Texan shooting the black intruder with his blunderbuss from behind the family shrine.

Some have Shaykhs of instruction who command to gnosis through action;

others, shaykhs of spirituality.

He, may He be recognised as sublime, has said “When you see them, their outward form appeals to you, and if they speak you listen to what they say. But they are like propped-up planks of wood”. Nifaq is also a luke warm trust in Him, not just out and out hypocrisy.

Talking heads and wooden posts. Mozart is a must for the arabs im Nu.

Or: a listening to Tamburlaine’s resonance across the centuries and across desert wastes to Europe’s door; or: at least a glance at Webern’s diamonds. Tamburlaine would have felt most uneasy weighing up with predatory eye the unguarded supermarkets. C’est pas vrai!

Tough the task of editing The Surging Sea, a recent tafsir and scientific work of tasawwuf, when tasting the states of aforesaid; grammar in delerium, beyond the furrow, aus der Reihe muss manchmal getanzt werden.

اللهم اشفي الشيخ كما شفاني

Fahrenheit 451

As he entered the house with no books he felt ill at ease, but cheered at the sight of the dazzling pool midst the pecan trees, of the turning turners clothed in white, much later, in the last bastion of the deen in Andalusia.

O Gott! he, the local, vocal, known humanist, exclaimed for a slight social faux pas in company – using an unpurified language sprung to perhaps return and purify him, or his offspring. Thank the Lord, those present responded for the deep embedded linguistic habits o’er bridging the seven or eight generations of a-theeizm,

but o he said I cannot record this until I have gained experience of the world and this meant diving into the sea of the state mafiosi, keep company with the I.T. misfits,  thieving whales and petty fishes.

He, may the peace and blessings on him, at his death, left only his weapons, his white mule and the waqfed real-estate for the son of the way.

The clever-heads from amongst those who cover up do not light brigade the deen but rather urge to an alteration of the fitra, the natural state of man: without the vigour of this, anyone, however submitted to the Haqq, will have great difficulty in finding the strength and balance required for worship of Him, ta‘ala.