Roses of Islam: Rabi’a Al-Adawiyah, Part VI

June 27, 2012 § 1 Comment

It was part of her faith that she welcomed an asceticism which accepted everything as a Gift from Allah, the Lover to his beloved slave. Therefore, she regarded misfortune in the same way as she regarded favors and happiness, and this was the ultimate of bondsmanship to her. About this she said, “You have given me life and have provided for me, and Yours is the Glory.” And she added, “You have bestowed upon me many favors, and gifts, graces and help.” In this she acknowledges her bondsmanship to the Giver and Bestower of all Bounty.

There is a story related that she once said, “I praised Allah one night with the praises of dawn, then I slept and I saw a bright, green tree, not to be described in size and beauty, and lo, upon it were three kinds of fruit, unknown to me amongst the fruit of the world, like virgins’ breasts, white, red and yellow and they shone like spheres and suns in the green spaces of the tree. I admired them and said, ‘Whose is this?‘ And one said to me, ‘This is yours, for your praises aforetime.’ Then I began to walk around the tree, and lo, underneath it were eighteen fruits on the ground of the color of gold, and I said, ‘If only these fruits were with the fruits on the tree it would be better.’ That person said to me, ‘They would have been there but that you, when you offered your praises, were thinking, ‘Is the dough leavened or not?So this fruit fell off. This is a warning to those of insight, and an exhortation to those who fear Allah and worship Him.”

And has the Provider of the poor forgotten the poor on account of their poverty? And does He remember the rich because of their riches?

Her attraction to a life of poverty was also part of her need not to be distracted from her inner journey by the necessity for material considerations. There is a story about this poverty of hers, as one of her companions said, “I went to visit Rabi`a and saw her in her house with nothing but a broken water pitcher out of which she drank and made her ablution. There was also an old reed mat and a brick which she sometimes used as a pillow. When I saw this, I felt very sad and I said to her, ‘I have rich friends. If you wish I will get something from them for you.’ She said, ‘You have committed a grievous error. Is not my Provider and theirs one and the same?‘ I replied, ‘Yes.’ Then she said, ‘And has the Provider of the poor forgotten the poor on account of their poverty? And does He remember the rich because of their riches?‘ I replied, ‘No.’ She said, ‘Then since He knows of my state, how should I remind Him? Such is His Will and I too wish what He wills.‘”

Rabia’s love, which was passionate and all-consuming was also full of humility, fear and reverence for her Beloved, and when she was asked about how she had such a degree of intimacy, she said, “By constantly saying: I take refuge in You from everything which has distracted me from You and from every hindrance which has hindered me from You.” She also said, “You must conceal your good deeds as you conceal your evil deeds.” In the same way, she said, “What appears of any (good) works, I count as nothing at all.

There is a story that Rabi`a was once on her way to Mecca. When she was half-way there she saw the Kaaba coming to meet her and she said, “It is the Lord of the House Whom I need. What have I to do with the House? I need to meet with Him Who said: ‘Whoso approaches Me by a span’s length I will approach him by the length of a cubit.The Kaaba which I see has no power over me. What does the Kaaba bring to me?

And again, a story of the same nature is as follows: It is related that Ibrahim ibn Adhan, a very holy person, spent fourteen years making his way to the Kaaba because in every place of prayer he prayed two raka’ats and at last when he reached the Kaaba he did not see it. He said to himself, “Alas, what has happened to my eyes. Maybe a sickness has come to them.” Then he heard a voice which said, “No harm has befallen your eyes, but the Kaaba has gone to meet a woman who is approaching.” Ibrahim was seized with jealousy and said, “O indeed; who is this?” He ran and saw Rabi`a arriving, and the Kaaba was back in its place.

Continued… Part VII


The Prophet SAW & The Priests

May 30, 2012 § 1 Comment

The spread of Islam in the Arabian peninsula had been strikingly phenomenal. At the time when neither the internet nor mobile phone existed, everyone knew who “Muhammad” was. His name was a subject of people’s daily conversations.

Those who talked about him were found not only in his hometown, Mecca, but also in neighboring countries. While some argued that the new religion he was preaching was nothing than a blasphemy to the widely spread paganism, others saw some similarities between it and Christianity and thus welcomed the man sincerely.

Three Christian priests from Najran were curious. They wanted to meet this new Prophet whom people said had beautiful eyes and flushed cheeks, and who spoke with a golden tongue.  A private discussion with him in which he could share about his teachings was something they longed for. Embarking on a journey from Najran to Medina that now would only take less than an hour, the priests rode their horses for nearly two days.

They arrived in Medina on Friday when a populace of newly converted Muslims were praying devotedly. The priests waited patiently. After the prayer, The Prophet welcomed them and had them staying in his humble house for the night.

The priests were planning for a whole day discussion on the following day  so they could return to Najran late in the afternoon.

But the discussion went on really interestingly that The Prophet offered them to stay for another night. And so they did.

On the following morning, a group of The Prophet’s disciples were gathering in his house to bid the priests a farewell.

Just when the priests were going to say goodbye, one of them suddenly said, “Hang on. Today’s Sunday, isn’t it?”

The two other priests nodded.

The first priest then said to the disciples, “Before we go, could you please show us where we could pray?”

“I would love to do that, but unfortunately there’s no church here,” Ali bin Abi Thalib replied.

The priests exchanged glances. Their  face displayed bemused expression. A momentary silence ensued.

Then Abdurrahman bin Auf broke the silence, “You could pray in my house. I’d be happy to host you.”

“No, please do it in my house. I have a huge living room for the three of you to do it comfortably,” Utsman bin Affan spoke with unrivaled fervent.

“But if you do it in my house, after the prayer, I will serve you delicious food. My wife’s an excellent cook,” it was now Umar bin Khattab who came up with the offer.

Now the priests were even more confused. They were gazing at the Prophet who remained calm. The first priest said to him, “What do you say?”

The Prophet smiled amiably and opened the window. He then pointed to the humble Nabawi Mosque, saying, “You are more than welcome to pray in there. The place is holy for those who glorify God’s name.”

And so The Prophet and his disciples redecorated the mosque for the priests to pray comfortably.


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