The Question of Suffering


 

This is an excerpt from a dialogue (through exchange of emails) written to my friend Sam, when he asked me about suffering

The Question of Suffering

How could an Intelligent Being allow such cruelty?

A most valid, most important, and most relevant question.

To start with, I am afraid that by talking about this topic, it would be very difficult to be objective. We won’t be able to discuss it from a purely scientific perception.

We can’t -even if we wanted to- be objective; as this issue entails feelings, emotions, philosophy, personal experience. Therefore I find that –here- I can’t be anything other than subjective; reflecting on my own personal life and my personal experiences.

The most negative occurrences in the life of a human being can be summarized as such: physical pain, emotional pain like grief, sorrow, and fear.

Contemplating on my own life and like every one on the planet I’ve experienced all; but with such intensity that some times it felt and feels almost unbearable.

As little girl I survived the horrors of war, I watched my childhood being stolen away from me. I witnessed the destruction of a people. I experienced the loss of every thing I loved; including my home, my garden, my relatives, my friends, my village, my identity, even my much-loved books and school bag.

I had to rely on UN food and cloths parcels in order to survive.

I witnessed fighter planes flying so low in the sky -that as a child you thought they’re about to fall onto your head- while bombing villages killing innocent women and children.

At such a tender age, I came face to face with human cruelty and brutality and witnessed their ability to inflect so much pain, suffering, and humiliation upon its own kind.

I left home as a refugee with absolutely nothing except the two dresses and a jumper that my mum had forced me to put on in the burning heat of Middle Eastern summer.

She could carry nothing as her youngest baby was only three months old; she had to look after him and his four other sisters; the eldest was only seven years old. For six days we were hiding in a tomb in one of the graveyards in a neighbouring village.

I lived through a kind of fear that had left its permanent mark on me. Until this very day I still jump when I hear a loud noise; I still tremble when I hear the roar of an airplane.

My family of seven and I had lived for some years of our life sharing one room, living with another family of twelve (in Jordan ), then sharing with a different family of ten (in Libya ).

At a very young age, I’ve experienced pain, fear, and sorrow that many people don’t experience in a lifetime.

I agonized as my roots were uprooted time and time again; so much so that at the age of seventeen I decided to live an isolated life refusing to talk to anyone so not to get emotionally attached, in case I lose them again, by doing so I was trying to protect my sanity.

My experiences at the time had taught me that I should never allow my self to make friends or love any one; as every one I loved I ended up loosing or getting separated away from.

As a young mother I was severely ill that I thought I was dying, I asked the doctors to allow me to leave the hospital for few hours because I wanted to see “Beauty and the Beast” movie with my children before it was too late; as I didn’t think I’d make it through to ever watch anything else with them let alone watch them grow.

The pain that I went through at the time was so horrendous that it would keep me awake all day and night; they had to use powerful sedatives to put asleep.

I prayed that no one ever may go through what I’ve been going through.

For four years I was bed ridden, fighting what seemed to be an endless battle with excruciating pain; at some point I couldn’t even hold a cup of tea in my hand let alone making one.

I couldn’t even drive; Khaled used to help me to the car, driving around for a little while for some of change just to lift my spirit up. At the end of each trip I’d come home shattered and so exhausted that I would decide I would never leave the house again.

I would read a paragraph over and over and over again without being able to understand a thing. People would be surrounding me chatting trying to cheer me up, yet I wasn’t even able to comprehend what they were saying.

I sat in front of the consultant who looked after me, tears streaming as he told me that this is it for me. Announcing a life-sentence of pain and agony, and advising me that I should stop hoping to become better or be cured; rather I should be looking for ways of coping with my new life-imprisonment.

I stared at him while he was confirming the end of my life -as I knew it- in horror and disbelief, refusing to believe anything he said as my thoughts echoed “who do you think you are? You are not God to be telling me this nonsense”

The last episode of my extraordinary -yet very ordinary- life was the loss of my dearest, my greatest, my one and only love.

That recent episode you and other friends have been eyewitnesses to.

From this summarized narrative of my life you could vividly see that, like every human being I’ve almost hit rock-bottom of every negative experience that any human can go through:

Loss of physical health and living with excruciating pain

Loss of all material positions even my very own identity

Loss of mental and intellectual capacities

Loss of the love of my life

Of course, the purpose of sharing these intimate experiences is not to complain or to seek empathy, I am only eager to emphasize the reality that through solid personal experiences I have a reasonable idea about pain and what it means to suffer.

Now then, through all what I’ve been through; One Thing and one thing only kept me going, helped me, held me, and carried me through; and that is my Faith.

I could never reconcile my agonized painful existence with futility and lack of purpose.

My logic and my feelings lead me to conclude that if everything came from nothing, if there was no purpose in the existence of the universe, if there is no purpose in the existence of life; then, it’s more reasonable to think that there is no purpose in a life full of agony such as mine, there is no point in living on to suffer more. I.e. there is no purpose in life. period.

The only thing that could ever console and comfort this troubled soul of mine was this faith, this insight glowing inside dispelling all the darkness, and this intuition that this can’t all be in vain.

And like a tender mother’s hand stroking her child

Like a soft warm blanket in a cold winter night

Like gentle rain drops drizzling over a parched piece of land

Like a rainbow flowing shimmering through thick dark clouds

I feel God’s loving hand

Then…

Then this sweet… sweet comfort descends, overwhelms you, embraces you, lifts you high as you cry:

Here I am God… exhausted… come to my aid

Here I am God… in much anguish… relieve me… ease my pain

Here I am God… full of sorrow… soothe my hurt

Here I am God… lonely… be my friend and ally.

Here I am God… tiered… help me…hold me… heal me

Here I am God… lost… guide me… show me the way

Then suddenly!

That distressed soul… that troubled heart would be magically transformed…

Calm descends… serenity  prevails… joy overwhelms… and sweet… sweet comfort falls down like rain.

You feel helped… held… healed… and carried through.

Even if the pain is still there!

There are no words in any human dictionary or vocabulary that could come near to describe that feeling, all we can do is give analogies.

Never the real feelings.

Then with time; and in retrospect the wisdom of what you’ve been through will become more apparent.

Like pieces of a jigsaw your life would start making sense; some of the pieces might be very murky and horrible, others might be bright and colourful, each piece alone does not make any sense; yet as they assemble together a beautiful pattern emerges, an amazing tapestry materializes, embroidered with all songs of awe and all shades of wonder.

Such was my life.

Such is life.

 

The Question of Suffering – part 2: poems


Hidden dimensions

 

My first son Hassan

Was born on April the 9th

 

You might think

So what… why are you saying it

With such a gloomy tune

What is wrong with 9th of April?

 

You have to be a Palestinian

To understand

For on the 9th of April 1948

The massacre of Deir Yassin

Took place

Where every man women and child

Of that peaceful farming village

Was killed in cold blood

No one survived

Except those

Who pretended to be dead

 

As we celebrate the birth of a new born

With joy

We mourn and grief

Lost loved ones

 

In our midst

Nothing comes insular

Nothing is disjointed

No single colours

 

The fabric of our lives

Makes the most amazing tapestry

 

If you hold it backwards

Looking at the wrong side

You’ll see a mirror image

Of shades of a blurred picture

With loops… knots and fraying thread

If you turn it over

It looks much neater

But still you can’t actually see

The full picture

Only colours and shadows

 

But hey… take a little time

And walk backwards

Further back

Look at the tapestry

From a distance

 

You will be amazed

With its outstanding beauty

All these murky shades

That didn’t make sense to you

Even disturbed you

When you were near

 

From far

These dark shadows

Are precisely what makes this piece

So unique

So spectacular

 

These unfathomable hues

Is what give our life portrait

Its depth

And hidden dimensions

 

Since that day of 1948

Many… many babies were born

On April the 9th

 

Our joys are always stained

With hints of sorrow

 

Our sadness is always coloured

With hues of hope

 

Without which

The tapestry of our lives

Will never be complete

Won’t be as rich

Or as beautiful

 

Don’t waist much time

Staring at the wrong side with fury

Turn it over… walk further back… and feel the glory

 

01-04-2006

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Bad things! Good things!

 

 

You should be more assertive

You should have more confidence

In your skills

And your strengths

 

People say

 

But I am truly aware

Of my abilities

I can surely judge

What I can or can’t do

 

I am also aware

Of my flaws

And believe you me

They are so… so many

 

But I am not ashamed

Of my weaknesses

Despite their vastness

They are there

For a reason

 

They keep me in my place

So I don’t grow bigger

Than my own shoes

 

I love my weaknesses

I love my defects

 

Thank you God

For all my imperfections

 

Thank you for my fears

 

For without them

I could live my entire days

Without ever appreciating

How safe my life is

 

 

Thank you for my worries

 

For without them I can never

Fully enjoy peace of mind

And tranquillity

 

Thank you for my pain

 

For without it

I can only imagine

What others go through

 

Thank you for my grief

 

For without it

I cannot sincerely feel

 The heartache of others

How else can I ever

Learn genuine empathy?

 

30-03-2006

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Bliss and beyond

 

A state of delight

Blissful pleasure

Contentment

 Tranquillity

Enchantment and joy

 

If people knew how it feels

They would’ve fought for it

With arms and teeth

 

No privilege

No adversity

 

No gain

No loss

 

No health

No pain

 

No achievement

No catastrophe

 

No triumph

No defeat

 

Can Annihilate

Or nullify

 

 

Passionately… with a heartfelt desire

 

 I want to share

 

22-04-2006

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Beyond

 

This love I have for you

 

Holds me, lifts me, carries me through

 

When all is dark

 

When pain is deep

 

When love is scarce

 

When friends are few

 

This love I have for you

 

Holds me, lifts me, carries me through

 

 

September-2005

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Is it really cruel?

 

People say

What happened to you

Is so cruel… so unfair

To have to lose khaled

 In such an awful way

When you are so much in love

 

I say it is very painful

But not at all cruel

Death is nothing

But a gate way

Everything dies

Everyone dies

Why should I

Be the exception?

 

His journey ended before mine

That’s all

And soon I’ll follow

 

It’s only a matter of time

Before we are together again

We come to life

 Only for a while

 

Also… the law goes

The higher you fly up

The greater is your fall

 

The law goes

The more intensely you enjoy your love

The more painful is your sorrow

This only fair

For some live and die

Without experiencing real love

And I’ve experienced all

It’s not cruel to give something back

 

And to feel more pain

Is not unfair

27-03-2006

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  With You I am OK

 

Dear Most Compassionate

Show me the truth

As true

And help me follow

 

Show me falsehood

As false

And help me avoid

 

Help me… say the truth

Help me… do the truth

Help me… think the truth

Help me… feel the truth

 

Dear Most Kind

I am lost

Without your guidance

 

Frail

Without your support

 

Miserable

Without your company

 

Dare I run away from You

Except towards You

 

Is there a place to hide from You

Except under your wings

 

The world has wronged me

Forsaken neglected and ignored

Held me responsible as the victim

Declared me guilty while innocent

Put me on trial although oppressed

Imprisoned me for being abused

 

An abandoned child

Blamed for… being…

 

But if You are pleased with me

I can take it all

Nothing else matters

  13-05-2006

 

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The rescue

 

Deep… deep inside…

In the land of sorrow… where I reside

Where only pain reigns

While… passion is resistance

Love grows rebellious

And hope is defiant

 

Grief runs deep

Cutting through hills and mountains

In the caves and underground

Far beyond my reach

 

It was raining agony… that day

Restless… agitated… weighed down

Haunted by my nightmare

You’re never coming home

 

Looking up… into sky

Yelling for help

While the soul murmurs

Here I am God… exhausted… give me your hand… come to my aid

Here I am God… full of sorrow… and anguish…ease my pain

Here I am God… hurt and tired… help me…hold me… heal me

Here I am God… lonely… be my friend and companion

Here I am God… lost… guide me… show me the way

 

And like a dazzling morning at the crack of dawn dispelling all darkness

Like gentle rain drops drizzling over a parched piece of land

Like a rainbow flowing piercing through thick murky clouds

Like sweet scent of love drifting capturing your heart

Like a velvet ruby rose blooming right before your eyes

Like a soft warm blanket in a cold winter night

Like a tender mother’s hand stroking her child

I felt

God’s loving-hand

 

Then…

Then this sweet… sweet comfort

Gently overwhelming

Lovingly embracing

Tenderly holding

Magically transforming

That distressed soul

And troubled heart

 

And in this land of sorrow

Suddenly

Pain is overthrown and Passion regains again

And sweet… sweet comfort falls down as rain

Calm descends

Serenity prevails

Tranquillity enfolds

Joy blooms

And sweet… sweet comfort falls down as rain

 

18- 09-2006

My hajj experience


 

My hajj experience:

Humbled by the sheer number of people, their dedication, sincerity, and longing, enriched by the rainbow of eager fervent faces celebrating the entire humanity, empowered by an invisible bond of spiritual brotherhood, love, and togetherness; all in a state of total devotion, adoration and gratitude to The One Most Loving Creator.

Stunned, I froze.

 Everything else froze with me.

I wanted to capture every face, happy or sad, to save every smile and frown. I wanted to hold every heart with all its joys and sorrows to wrap it up warm and bury it deep in mine. I wanted to whisper to every soul therein of waves of love, prayers, and gratitude that overwhelmed me.

Feelings! What can I say about feelings in such a place? Fondness with absolute submission, elation with total humility, euphoria with utter serenity, weakness with boundless vigour, despair with endless hope, yearning with eternal contentment;  permanently travelling constantly arriving, all pilgrims floating in their own orbits in a peaceful august harmony, chanting their prayers, whispers of unspoken words, songs of silent sighs, transforming the ambience into one of stillness and tranquillity, revealing numinous music with majestic melodies, magnetic tunes, and enormous magnitude that charged the atmosphere, hypnotizing you into a gentle unfathomable daze.

The bond gets stronger and stronger as you start blending into the background of a magnificent masterpiece, diminishing into nothingness, as you experience being one with the whole that there is. You are an atom spinning passionately with the totality of the universe. The macro, the micro and all in between are in a state of oneness that I’ve never sensed with this depth, scale or intensity. Mind dazzling, heart capturing and awe inspiring experience.

Engulfed in mystical mist of love, compassion and mercy that I’ve never felt before, and like all who’re around me I could find nothing but tears streaming down to tell of my joy.

Time lapsed, motion collapsed, and all anguish relapsed as I drank ecstasy and tasted infinity.

Deluded

I thought I could sing before

Why can’t I hear my voice today?

I thought I could paint and write poems

I thought I was articulate

I could bend, shape and wave words

Like a dough, with ease

To speak of I want and plait my story

Where are my words now?

Why can’t I find them?

To tell of how I felt and what I saw

 

I thought I could write before

How wrong I was

My words are diminishing

Crumbling

Melting like a July snowman

A flock of dears – foreseeing an earthquake- running away

Dry autumn leaves dropping

Scattered in a stormy day

How can I construct my sentences when my dictionary is blank?

How can I?

Ashamed of their flaws

Fearful of their impotence

All escaped

And words are no more

For how can they describe the indescribable?

As the universe stops revolving

And falls into stillness

Faints into nothingness

Fades into silence

In the presence of

The Sublime

17 January 2007

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved 

 

Little boxes


Little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… … … …

 

-Do you believe in God?

-I am a scientist, I don’t do religion

 

-Do you think we are here for a purpose?

-I am a biologist, I don’t do theology

 

-Can you see the splendour in this pattern?

-I am an artist, I don’t do mathematics

 

-Isn’t this garden just fascinating?

-I am an accountant, I don’t do botanic

 

-Do you like this poem?

-I am a chemist, I don’t do poetry

 

-Do you think drinking water is good for you?

-I am a physicist, I don’t do nutrition

 

-What do you think of the war on terror?

-I’m a priest, I don’t do politics

 

-Do you like this ruby-red colour in my painting?

-I am a politician, I don’t do art

 

-Do you think there was once a country called Palestine?

-I am an historian; I don’t do geography

 

-Do you think separating people with a wall mounts to apartheid?

-I am a solicitor, I don’t do international law

 

-Do you think people have the right to choose their faith?

-I am an atheist; I have no time for irrationality and superstition

 

-Do you think Muslim women should have the right to choose the way they dress?

-I am a secular free-thinker; I don’t like offensive religious symbols

 

-Do you think killing thousands of innocent people is a war crime?

-I am policeman; I don’t voice my opinion

 

-Do you agree with bombing schools and children?

-I am a teacher; I don’t take sides

 

-Do you agree with the right of self-defence?

-I am a Christian; I always turn the other cheek

 

-Do you think boycotting a tyranny could be fruitful?

-I am a shopkeeper; I get the best value for money, I don’t care where it comes from

 

-Do you agree with illegal settlement, and land confiscation?

-I am a journalist; I have to give an impartial view

 

-Do you oppose oppression and occupation?

-I am a human right advocate; I have to be neutral

 

-Do you feel guilty after shooting little boys for throwing stones?

– I am a soldier; I only follow orders

 

 

-Doctor… doctor… I had enough, I think I am going mad, I feel sick, can’t breath, I’m trembling, sweating, aching all over, help me…

 

-I am an orthopaedic; I only do bones

 

When you come to see a doctor, you can’t be vague; you’ve got to be precise:

Is this pain in your lower abdomen or upper thigh?

Is it at the top of your fingernail or at the bottom of your ear?

Is it in your left nostril or your right toe?

Is it above your hip or beneath your eye-brow?

I did my PHD in MCP (metacarpophalangeal joint ) known as knuckle/ finger joint; do you realize?

You need to be specific; I need to know before referring you to the relevant specialist, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

 

07-10-2006

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Mind teasing


 

Mind teasing

 

Virtual/ surreal reality & Relativity, limitations and inadequacy of mind and science:

 

Things to stretch the imagination and to ponder about:

 

-What is the universe without the viewer? What is matter without the observer? And is there such a thing as absolute matter/material world?

 

-Does colour exist without an eye to see?

 

-Does sound have any presence or meaning without ears to hear and mind to interpret?

 

-Does matter have any substance or essence without hands and nerve-system to experience?

 

-What is time without the observer? Is there such a thing as absolute time detached from the observer?

 

-If our brains have a 3-seconds memory span, will time have any meaning in our world?

 

-If there is no brain at all to perceive the moment, the past and the future; is there such a thing as time?

 

The only way we perceive things in the world is through our senses: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting, feeling, and memory.

 All are brain functions, all are internal subjective interpretation of electric pulses.

 

-If there are no senses to perceive matter and energy; is there such a thing as the cosmos and space?

 

-What would be the looks, colours and sounds of the universe if we could perceive the entire spectrum of light and sound waves that exist?

 

If our brains were built differently, say if our optical nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret sound, we’d be hearing light signals, red would be perceived as a noise and green would be heard as a different sound.

 

 If our nerve taste-buds were connected to the part of the brain that interprets pain we’d be suffering taste of chocolate.

 

 If our touch nerve-endings were connected to the part of the brain that interprets sounds we’d be hearing the stone as we caress it, solid matter would hum differently from liquid or gas.

Sitting on a sofa might have a deep melody yet hitting a wall might be deafening.

 

If our hearing nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret touch or pain, we’d be touching the heat of Mozart’s symphony and aching as w do.

 How warm or painful is the voice of your cat, or how spongy or firm is the sound of your TV might be legitimate questions.

 

As I am writing this now; am I sitting inside the room or the room is actually inside my brain as perceived through my constrained senses?

What is the real entity of the room without me observing it with my restricted intellectual capacity?

 

Un-detached from our subjective senses and being totally trapped in them; all what we experience and perceive as real and think of as truth has no correlation in terms of absolute reality.

 

Trying to find out absolute facts and supreme truths is impossible with our existing limitations.

 

Trapped in our senses there is absolutely no way that we could ever find out any absolute reality.

 

Reality as we perceive is a mirage.

 

The closer we think we are getting to discovering reality, the further away we become from knowing and comprehending it?

The irony is that in the world of secularism, where people rely utterly on physical matter and materialism to understand and explain the world and our own existence; we fall flat on our faces as we hit the walls of constraint and limitation of our material senses.

 

Science can only take us so far; then perplexed, mystified, and subdued we surrender.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love science, I delight in learning; but with the restraint of our senses we can never know any absolute reality of things, acknowledging our limitations is a step forward towards making sense of it all, getting some meaning and understanding of our own existence.

Virtual reality

 

 

Do you know the grass you see?

Is it really green or have you been deceived?

 

Can you feel the stone you hold?

Is it truly solid or could your hand simply run through?

 

What about this butterfly floating up and down?

Is it out there or merely an icon in your brain?

 

Are you sitting in the room, or is it the other way around

I mean the room is but conceived inside your mind?

 

If you erase your memory, what would be of yesterday?

What does tomorrow mean, when you’re never there?

 

What is a tree?

What is wood?

What is a cell?

What is a molecule?

What is an atom?

What is a proton?

What is a quark?

Names… names… names… nothing but names

All we know is how to give a name

This silly game I can’t work out

 

What is matter when all is none but energy

Condensed, concealed, slowed down?

Is it really true that energy is nothing but mass

Travelling with the speed of light?

 

The more we learn, the more manifest is our ignorance

The closer we become, the further we propel away

The harder we think, the less we understand

 

Trapped in space

Jailed in time

Restricted with my senses

How can I ever know? Will I ever come to grasp?

 

20-10-2006

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Verses of the universe


 

Verses of the universe (cosmic verses):

* Anarchism can coexist beautifully along with supreme order, and that’s actually what’s happening in the model of the universe, beneath all the apparent chaos that we see there are mathematical laws that govern all.

 

* The universe is built upon two major concepts:

Balance and harmony and that translate in human terms as justice and peace.

 

* Cold and darkness are not real qualities of the universe; they are merely shortage of heat and absence of light. So is evil in our lives, it’s not a real entity; it is only the absence of good that makes evil manifest.

 

* Symmetry and repetition don’t exist in the universe, heterogeneous societies and unique beings are the equivalent of that in human life.

 

* The second law of thermodynamics states that energy/matter always disperses, spreads out and moves in one direction – with time- towards equilibrium, so should wealth in human civilisation.

 

* Just like the cosmos from the smallest of its particles to the largest, we can only experience absolute freedom only when living in utter surrender.

 

* Beauty is an original quality of the universe, morality and kind deeds are the translation in human language.

 

* The continuous eternal dance of subatomic particles between existence and annihilation resembles our experience of nearness and remoteness from The One Most Loving.

 

* The motivator of all movement and action in both the universe and human life, and what lies at the core and essence of both is pure unconditional love.

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Freedom through surrender


Freedom through surrender
“Why do you have all these restrictions in Islam? You fast for a whole month. You have to give to charity. You don’t drink. You don’t gamble. Your women are covered up, head to toe. You don’t have a boy/ girl friend. You don’t exercise your sexual freedom. You pray five times a day. You do… You don’t… you do… you don’t… what an oppressed miserable lot you are! Is there any thing that you are actually allowed to do? Where is your freedom For Gods’ sake?”
Dear questioner
From where you’re standing, you are observing the picture from a different angle to mine; you are looking at one side of it. Hold on to my hand and come with me, just over here, to the other side, where I am standing, come for a moment, do not be afraid. I promise you that if you don’t feel comfortable you can leave me and go back any time.
From where I am standing; as a Muslim woman I must tell you, that all these restrictions that you think are imposed on us by some freak religious authority, in order to oppress or control us; this is not at all the case. These so called “restrictions” are in fact self-imposed by the individual, it is the choice of the individual to observe or leave these regulations. There is no state-police watching over our shoulders, following us with a stick to make sure that we abide by the rules.
“We showed him the Way: whether he is grateful or ungrateful (rests on his will)”. (76:3)
“If any one does a good deed, it ensures to the benefit of his own soul; if he does evil, it works against (his own soul). In the end will you (all) be brought back to your Lord” (45; 15)
“He that does good shall have ten times as much to his credit: He that does evil shall only be recompensed according to his evil: no injustice shall be done unto (any of) them” (6; 160)
“On no soul does God Place a burden greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns, and it suffers every ill that it earns…” (2:286)
Now if we break these points up and examine them closely one by one that might help you –my dear friend- understand them better.

Fasting and charity:

Let’s start with fasting for the month of Ramadan for example, while we are fasting there is no way that anyone would know whether we are fasting or not.
You can simply sneak to any private corner and eat as much as you like, nobody would ever know.
We see –however- in this act of fasting the ideal opportunity to practice self-discipline, and to grow in our awareness of the continuous presence of God in our lives. It is an intensive training course to help us develop within us the concept of God-consciousness. Through it we learn that a bad deed is a bad deed, whether it has been known or seen by people or not.
We learn that God knows that which might not be known to people. God watches over all of us, God knows all. We learn that deception is never an option, if we succeed in deceiving people how can we ever deceive The all Knowing.
While fasting your sensation of hunger will remind you of those less fortunate people who don’t have what you have, you are not only thinking or contemplating about their pain; you are living their pain, and what a perfect way to learn empathy.
When the rich Muslim is urged to give a portion of what he/she earns to charity, he is constantly reminded that he is not the true owner of the wealth that he has. The real owner is the Creator of every thing; the man is nothing but a trustee.
“By no means shall you attain righteousness unless you give (freely) of that which you dearly love; and whatever you give, truly God knows it well”. (3:92)
He will give willingly and out of love. He will give with deep understanding that he is giving the poor their due share and what is rightfully theirs. He is merely a facilitator and a link as God is the real provider for both. He shouldn’t boast about his good work nor should he injure the feelings of the poor.
The poor in return will not have any feelings of misfortune, jealousy, or envy, or the desire to harm or steal from the rich. As he is treated as a real brother with all the love and respect that he deserves.
“O ye who believe! Cancel not your charity by reminders of your generosity or by injury, like those who spend their substance to be seen of men, but believe neither in God nor in the Last Day. They are in parable like a hard, barren rock, on which is a little soil: on it falls heavy rain, which leaves it (Just) a bare stone. They will be able to do nothing with aught they have earned. And God guides not those who reject faith” (2:264)
What I am trying to say here can be better understood if I give you an example from my own experience.
Before coming to England and while living in Jordan, I used to teach in one of the high schools in Amman and it was brought to my attention that one of the girls in the school came from a very poor family. As teachers we used to help out in whatever way we could, and with my dear husband Khaled we used to go and visit her and her family and help with whatever God provided.
The family consisted of 10 children; the oldest was this 17 years-old student. The father was mentally ill, and hence unemployed. The mother was unable to find a job.
Their house – their entire house- consisted of one small room; it was where they ate, where they cooked, where they studied, where they slept, and outside, a few meters away was the toilet.
Whenever we visited we used to feel overwhelmed with their love and shrouded with their kindness, generosity, and prayers.
When Khaled got his sponsorship to come to Britain to study we went and told them. A few days before our departure the young student came to pay us a good-bye visit. She presented us with a gift… The most precious gift we’d ever received from any body in our entire lives.
It was a hand knitted jumper for Khaled; she had made it her self… I cried. To this day I still have the jumper. I still cry when I see it or think about it.

Can you see what I mean by mutual infinite love and respect? Can you feel the strength of bond and friendship?
I can almost hear you saying here that this is almost an unrealistic dream-like society; it can never be true or it impossible to achieve.
But I say this is the type of society that we spend our lives striving to achieve, we undergo as individuals a great deal of self discipline in order to help the realization of such a society, a society with no divisions, no frictions, no racism, no class structure, no pride, no arrogance, no envy, no jealousy, a society where all are brothers and sisters, caring about each other, sharing with each other.
A real Utopian society. And guess what… it is possible.
As a little girl, my first ever prayer -that I made up- was: “please God let not any ill feelings or hatred ever enter in my heart. And don’t ever let any harm come to any being through my existence”. I still say it today.
“Nor can goodness and evil be equal. Repel evil with what is best: if you do so, he who is your enemy will become a close genuine friend.” (41.34)
Back to fasting, our intellect is always torn between two opposing forces; on the one hand we have the lower-ego, that manifests it self through the instincts of self preservation and survival. On the other we have the higher-ego, our consciousness that demands from us to comply with morality and ethics that exists within our innate nature.
When we fast we deny the body something that the lower ego considers vital for its survival – food- . When we fast the lower self learns that we can survive without being totally under its control, and the higher self wins one of its ongoing battles with the lower-self. Fasting however requires a lot of patience and perseverance.
It’s one aspect of our ongoing struggle towards self development and self liberation. By trying to fast we feel liberated from the instinctive demands of the lower self. Therefore in fasting there is freedom and liberation.
I can see your point that fasting might help you understanding the feelings of less fortunate people, but how can you justify your dress that veils you totally and forms a barrier to approaching you, how can it be in any way good or reasonable? You may ask

Modesty

Dear friend, that bring us to the second point that I would like to discuss with you, modesty and sexual restraint:
This in-built sexual desire that we have is there for a purpose and that is preserving and ensuring the survival of our species.

By dressing up modestly and by our self-discipline in sexual behaviour we deny our lower ego the desire to attract the opposite sex. In doing so we give a message to our lower ego that we can find joy tranquillity and serenity (sakeenah) if we preserve our sexual urges to be enjoyed only with the one we truly love, not just any passer by.
The essence of this desired relationship would transcend the initial physical attraction; it will even surpass the emotional love reaching out to become an intellectual and a spiritual bond too.
It seizes to be mere desires, lusts, and short-lived physical attraction.
Through the experience of sharing our intimacy with only the one we truly love, we can explore, experience, and attain much deeper levels of closeness.
“Glory be to Him Who created all the pairs: of what the earth produces, as well as their own (human) kind and (other) things of which they have no knowledge of”. (36; 36)
“And among His Signs is the fact that He created for you soul-mates from among yourselves, that ye may dwell in tranquillity with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): verily in that are Signs for those who reflect”. (30-21)
In Western culture people enjoy talking about sex, sexual freedom, sex in the arts sex in education, sex in the city… etc.
They talk about how free and liberated they are having no boundaries, desiring no laws, and recognizing no limits to their sexual liberty -unlike people from other cultures (specially Muslims) who still shy away from this liberation, shun this pleasure, as they impose so many restrictions besieging this much cherished freedom.
However, and like many other things, the way sex is seen, portrayed and glorified as an independent act, detached from moral connections, isolated from ethical values, devoid from deep meanings, is perplexing to a Muslim mind.
This apparent sexual “freedom” is perceived by Muslims as illusive, deceptive, belittling, and demeaning; sex has been boxed in, eviscerated  from the sweet sublime essence that breathes life into that natural act; namely, love.
For love to bloom it requires trust, honesty, devotion, commitment and generosity.
Trust, honesty, devotion, commitment and generosity entail faithfulness, truthfulness, dedication, modesty, and selflessness.

Stripped of morality, commitment and love, relationships would end up disfigured; soulless, short-lived, tedious mechanical behaviour.

Void of love and disconnected from ethics and morality, casual sex is soulless, yet infused with love, it becomes alive, more beautiful and majestic.

When clothed with modesty, honesty, commitment and compassion, when wrapped up with faithfulness, truthfulness, trust and devotion, when beautified with generosity, sacrifice, and altruism, passion soars high and love spirals up, eternal.
It is an emotional bond, an intellectual connection, a spiritual union before being a physical and material relationship. Therefore it has the potential to live well beyond the moment and becomes momentous. Its joy would supersede the limitations of materialism and boundaries of time.
Devoid of all these beautiful meanings and feelings; the uncommitted relationships resulting in casual sexual-acts as depicted in many mediums is reduced into a momentary, robotic act; which drastically diminishes the enduring Constant state of bliss that could’ve been enjoyed.
When you commit your soul, your heart, your love, your body only to the one you love with all your heart; when both of you appreciate that you have never shared intimacy except with your beloved; it makes that bond between you not only powerful, but magnificent and exquisitely beautiful.
Thus, trust prospers, love thrives, happiness blooms, and enjoyment snowballs; remarkably, you find yourself in a most tender, non-vicious, vicious-circle.
So what is wrong with commitment? What’s the big deal about some restrictions on sexual freedom that could incalculably increase your pleasure? And why not accept and respect people’s freedom to be different?
Deeply rooted in the heart, mind and soul; this love will grow and multiply blossoming with endless beauty and eternal delight.
And it’s only then that we get the ultimate feeling of trust. Trust feeds on love, and love thrives on trust.
Your higher self has won again, and your lower self resigns to the fact that you can actually live and enjoy life without the fulfilment of all what it demands or what it deems necessary.
By not being enslaved to lust and desire another battle of the higher self has been won. Another level of enjoyment of our freedom has been achieved.

 

Alcohol

As for alcohol and gambling I don’t think I need much effort to convince you that they are not good for the individual or the society.

Abstaining from them does not require much effort as their ills and problems are self evident. However when you succeed you feel the joy of being able to have control over yourself.

You realise that you are really free to choose to safeguard your mind all the time and not to let it slip into absence by drugs or mind fizzing substances. You are always in a state of full awake-ness; full awareness and full alertness, and you know what..! You are still enjoying life as much as ever.

Again another battle with the lower self has been won.

You free your mind from being enslaved to toxins and addictive behaviours. A higher level of exercising personal freedom has been achieved.

Prayer

Moving on to another point, The Prayer. To start with we realise and understand very well that God Almighty doesn’t need our prayer. God is not insecure or imperfect (glory be His) as to demand His tiny creatures to stand there so many times a day to proclaim His sovereignty, and to admit their weaknesses and guilt. God is above all these human defective perceptions.

“O ye men! It is ye that have need of God. But God is the One Free of all wants, worthy of all praise” (35; 15)

We are the ones who are in need for this bond. We are the ones who miss out on so much if we live and die without experiencing it.

We are the only ones who benefit from these contacts; it’s through this connection and perseverance (in longing for it) that our thirst would be relinquished.

Through this relationship we discover inner peace, utter trust, ultimate tranquillity and endless love and joy.

“Only in the remembrance of God will souls find peace, trust, and tranquillity” (13:28)

During Muslim prayer we move our bodies. We start standing, saying (Allahu Akbar) proclaiming that God is The Greatest. Nothing in this vast universe is greater, worthy of worship or adoration other than The Creator.

No man, no woman, no authority, no money, no desire, no self-love, no ego, not even my own intellect; none of these have control over my life except The One who gave me that life.

I am not subservient or accountable to any but my Creator. At this point the joy of ultimate freedom manifests it self in the purest of forms.

As we kneel down we proclaim: glory be to God the Magnificent, and as we prostrate, glorifying The One Most High; our forehead -the highest point of our physical body and the symbol of our intellect and wisdom- will be at its lowest touching the ground.

We go through these actions of inner and outer self-discipline, we acknowledge our imperfection, we empty our selves from the lower-ego, the feeling of self importance and self-righteousness, and we strip the lower-ego of its selfishness, arrogance and pride and humble ourselves to its Creator and we surrender pleading for guidance, hoping to be filled with God’s light and love.

Back to this on going battle between the lower and higher self;

As we plead for guidance we acknowledge our ignorance, we admit the limitation of our intellect, and we recognise that we are not always right.

As we ask for forgiveness we admit our deepest faults and bad doings, we also become conscious of our imperfection.

As we glorify God The Greatest Most High, we grasp our insignificance, and we understand that we need not be so proud of our self-righteousness.

We can’t experience and feel The Divine Love without the desire to receive it. In order to receive it we have to ask for it.

When we walk towards God, God comes to meet us running. God will be more delighted with us finding Him than a mother finding her lost baby… a meeting full of tears, joy, and passion.

“When My worshipers ask you about Me, I am indeed near; I answer the prayer of every caller when he calls on Me: Let them respond to My call, and believe in Me: That they may be rightly guided” (2:186)

“Say: “O my worshipers who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of God. For God forgives all wrong actions: for He is ever-Forgiving, Most Merciful”. (39: 53)

“By the glorious morning light, and by the Night when it falls still, your Guardian Lord has not forsaken you, nor is He displeased.” (93:1-3)

“Be quick in the race for forgiveness from your Lord, and for a Garden as wide as the heavens and the earth, prepared for those who are God-conscious: Those who give in times of both ease and hardship; who restrain anger, and pardon others – for God loves those who do good; and those who having done something to be ashamed of, or wronged their own souls, sincerely bring God to mind, and ask for forgiveness for their bad actions, and do not knowingly persist in what they were doing – for who can forgive bad actions except God? (3.133-135)

We open our hearts and souls, and it’s at this very point of utter humility that we receive what we desire most. We’ll be immersed in and showered with ultimate Divine love.

Then the realisation comes; we can truly humble ourselves yet survive with our dignity intact.

It’s not only that we win the battle with our arrogance but we can amazingly enjoy this experience and long for it time and time again. Our higher ego scores another point, a most vital one indeed, the battle against our arrogance.

Through utter surrender to God pure freedom and beyond can be achieved.

“Just like the cosmos from the smallest of its particles to the largest, we can only experience absolute freedom only when living in utter surrender”.

“Whatever is in the heavens and on earth, does declare the Praises and Glory of God, the Sovereign, the Holy One, the Exalted in Might, the Wise”. (62:1)

This of coarse is the ideal that we as Muslims spend our lives striving to achieve, we can spend a life time working, trying, struggling, and patiently enduring some times succeeding and other times failing.

This incessant battle between our higher and lower egos is our inner battle for freedom, and it is also considered the corner stone for establishing a just peaceful world. This is what we call the greatest jihad. Its final aim is to achieve the utmost morality in which we can manifest the Godly temperaments that makes us spiritually closer to our creator.

Love and beyond

For us to receive God’s love

We need to open the door to our soul

That door is stronger than selfishness

Heavier than hate

Uglier than greed

More ruthless than envy

That door is arrogance

The only key to that door

Is humbleness

When we can sense our real size

Identify our true ignorance

Admit our imperfection

Recognize our limited knowledge

See the shortcomings

Of our intellect

And humbly kneel down

Prostrate and surrender

Astonishingly transformation comes

The heart that was full of ache

Will be emptied of all ills

And selfish desires

It will be healed

Then filled with love

Joy and bliss

Oh, God… Heal me

Heal my heart… Heal my mind

Heal my soul

Fill me with your light

And fill me with the bounty

Of your love… Amen

 

05-03-2006

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Freedom through surrender-2


Alcohol

As for alcohol and gambling I don’t think I need much effort to convince you that they are not good for the individual or the society.

Abstaining from them does not require much effort as their ills and problems are self evident. However when you succeed you feel the joy of being able to have control over yourself.

You realise that you are really free to choose to safeguard your mind all the time and not to let it slip into absence by drugs or mind fizzing substances. You are always in a state of full awake-ness; full awareness and full alertness, and you know what..! You are still enjoying life as much as ever.

Again another battle with the lower self has been won.

You free your mind from being enslaved to toxins and addictive behaviours. A higher level of exercising personal freedom has been achieved.

Prayer

Moving on to another point, The Prayer. To start with we realise and understand very well that God Almighty doesn’t need our prayer. God is not insecure or imperfect (glory be His) as to demand His tiny creatures to stand there so many times a day to proclaim His sovereignty, and to admit their weaknesses and guilt. God is above all these human defective perceptions.

“O ye men! It is ye that have need of God. But God is the One Free of all wants, worthy of all praise” (35; 15)

We are the ones who are in need for this bond. We are the ones who miss out on so much if we live and die without experiencing it.

We are the only ones who benefit from these contacts; it’s through this connection and perseverance (in longing for it) that our thirst would be relinquished.

Through this relationship we discover inner peace, utter trust, ultimate tranquillity and endless love and joy.

“Only in the remembrance of God will souls find peace, trust, and tranquillity” (13:28)

During Muslim prayer we move our bodies. We start standing, saying (Allahu Akbar) proclaiming that God is The Greatest. Nothing in this vast universe is greater, worthy of worship or adoration other than The Creator.

No man, no woman, no authority, no money, no desire, no self-love, no ego, not even my own intellect; none of these have control over my life except The One who gave me that life.

I am not subservient or accountable to any but my Creator. At this point the joy of ultimate freedom manifests it self in the purest of forms.

As we kneel down we proclaim: glory be to God the Magnificent, and as we prostrate, glorifying The One Most High; our forehead -the highest point of our physical body and the symbol of our intellect and wisdom- will be at its lowest touching the ground.

We go through these actions of inner and outer self-discipline, we acknowledge our imperfection, we empty our selves from the lower-ego, the feeling of self importance and self-righteousness, and we strip the lower-ego of its selfishness, arrogance and pride and humble ourselves to its Creator and we surrender pleading for guidance, hoping to be filled with God’s light and love.

Back to this on going battle between the lower and higher self;

As we plead for guidance we acknowledge our ignorance, we admit the limitation of our intellect, and we recognise that we are not always right.

As we ask for forgiveness we admit our deepest faults and bad doings, we also become conscious of our imperfection.

As we glorify God The Greatest Most High, we grasp our insignificance, and we understand that we need not be so proud of our self-righteousness.

We can’t experience and feel The Divine Love without the desire to receive it. In order to receive it we have to ask for it.

When we walk towards God, God comes to meet us running. God will be more delighted with us finding Him than a mother finding her lost baby… a meeting full of tears, joy, and passion.

“When My worshipers ask you about Me, I am indeed near; I answer the prayer of every caller when he calls on Me: Let them respond to My call, and believe in Me: That they may be rightly guided” (2:186)

“Say: “O my worshipers who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of God. For God forgives all wrong actions: for He is ever-Forgiving, Most Merciful”. (39: 53)

“By the glorious morning light, and by the Night when it falls still, your Guardian Lord has not forsaken you, nor is He displeased.” (93:1-3)

“Be quick in the race for forgiveness from your Lord, and for a Garden as wide as the heavens and the earth, prepared for those who are God-conscious: Those who give in times of both ease and hardship; who restrain anger, and pardon others – for God loves those who do good; and those who having done something to be ashamed of, or wronged their own souls, sincerely bring God to mind, and ask for forgiveness for their bad actions, and do not knowingly persist in what they were doing – for who can forgive bad actions except God? (3.133-135)

We open our hearts and souls, and it’s at this very point of utter humility that we receive what we desire most. We’ll be immersed in and showered with ultimate Divine love.

Then the realisation comes; we can truly humble ourselves yet survive with our dignity intact.

It’s not only that we win the battle with our arrogance but we can amazingly enjoy this experience and long for it time and time again. Our higher ego scores another point, a most vital one indeed, the battle against our arrogance.

Through utter surrender to God pure freedom and beyond can be achieved.

“Just like the cosmos from the smallest of its particles to the largest, we can only experience absolute freedom only when living in utter surrender”.

“Whatever is in the heavens and on earth, does declare the Praises and Glory of God, the Sovereign, the Holy One, the Exalted in Might, the Wise”. (62:1)

This of coarse is the ideal that we as Muslims spend our lives striving to achieve, we can spend a life time working, trying, struggling, and patiently enduring some times succeeding and other times failing.

This incessant battle between our higher and lower egos is our inner battle for freedom, and it is also considered the corner stone for establishing a just peaceful world. This is what we call the greatest jihad. Its final aim is to achieve the utmost morality in which we can manifest the Godly temperaments that makes us spiritually closer to our creator.

Love and beyond

For us to receive God’s love

We need to open the door to our soul

That door is stronger than selfishness

Heavier than hate

Uglier than greed

More ruthless than envy

That door is arrogance

The only key to that door

Is humbleness

When we can sense our real size

Identify our true ignorance

Admit our imperfection

Recognize our limited knowledge

See the shortcomings

Of our intellect

And humbly kneel down

Prostrate and surrender

Astonishingly transformation comes

The heart that was full of ache

Will be emptied of all ills

And selfish desires

It will be healed

Then filled with love

Joy and bliss

Oh, God… Heal me

Heal my heart… Heal my mind

Heal my soul

Fill me with your light

And fill me with the bounty

Of your love… Amen

 

05-03-2006

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

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