Be, Like Fire

Some are famous on earth

Some are famous in the heavens

But a few, in both.

Some are excellent teachers

Some are great spiritual leaders

But a few can be both

Everyone dies when the time comes

But a few, live on with heroic deaths

We call these few ,HEROES

I guess my Grandpa was one of them

Heroes are like fire

Gravity pulls everything down

But the fire, still goes up

He is like that fire

That still lights up my whole town..

Love is the odd one out

Every other action is a one way relationship from Allah to you, except…

Allah shows you mercy , but you can’t show Him mercy

Allah forgives you, but you can’t forgive Him

Except Love.

Allah loves you , and you can love Him back

And interestingly, He has left you that choice

Yet we seek perfect love from people and

We are saddened when we don’t get it back

Love the One who created Love and you out of that love

Everyone in heavens and earth will by default love you

Seek Love from the right place !

( inspired from sheikh Ibn Arabi)

The Poor Farmer & The Mighty King

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Once a plain land made a pact with a farmer, that if you remove the thorns and the weeds from me i shall turn out to be a fruitful land. The farmer agreed and removed all the unwanted obstacles from it, in no time the land turned out to be a lush green garden with flowers of all kinds and fruits of all types.

People from near and far came just to have a look at this great garden and went back satiated in their eyes and stomach with the great hospitality of the farmer. It didnt take long for the news to reach the Mighty King, and He personally came to visit the beautiful garden one day. The farmer welcomed Him with all his warmth and before departing the King praised the farmer for creating such a beautiful garden.

In response , the farmer said to the King with humility “My Lord, the land, the garden and this poor me, all belong to You. I am just a mere care taker and a subject in your kingdom. “The King was impressed with the farmer’s words and became a regular Visitor to the garden and made the farmer among the best of His friends

The Land in the story refers to your heart, the thorns to the malice in the heart, the King to the Creator Himself and the farmer is none other than you.

I Leave the choice to you. Who do you want to become

A mere land owner, a successful farmer or a friend to The Mighty King Himself ..

(roughly translated from Taptuk Emre’s story in Yunus Emre Series– a must watch for the seekers)
(125) Yunus Emre – Season 2 Episode 16 – YouTube

Pray Well

Focus ..

On the purification of your heart,than

The beautification of your words.

The presence of your heart , than

The eloquence of your tongue.

The brokenness of your state, than

The loudness of your voice .

Pray Well. For others and yourself!

Termination Letter

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Recently happened to meet one of my old friends who was in an enviable position in a big firm not so long ago . Realised, he was at the height of despair now after having lost his job for more than a year, and his own friends in the previous company was blocking him from getting other jobs.

His words were painful to my ears “I am planning to quit everything”.

Please do remember folks, we are living in a very fragile world where things are changing overnight and not everyone has the faith to endure these challenges.

If you can’t support or pray for X colleagues or fellow beings, at least do not harm them. If your simple YES can land them a job in a reference call, give a BIG YES and support them with at least words of encouragement, if not deeds.


I have a simple message to all of you who are in similar situations, or who might be in future

Your Determination is always two letters bigger than your Termination! and as the Qur’an states “God does not burden a soul beyond it’s capacity” and more than anything “Do not despair of the Mercy of Your Lord

Hold on you strong one..
For bigger goals, you are chosen!

The Night Flight

Why do you crawl in mud

When you can fly sky high

Sins have burned my wings

Now I know not how to fly..

Who taught you the first flight, try

The Prophet, from whome I am so shy

Fall at His Feet, He’il take you above the sky

Lest you forget, never you give up the try,

My Master, teach me how to fly..

Though I have no wings, To You I hope to fly.