Just because a bite is on the
Even if the Nafs comforting you
If the Nafs offers you honey
That is the blood of elderly
When you walk through the
supermarket, along the isles, ask your Self a question:
"Nafs is this something you
are offering me or is this the gift from my Beloved Bestower?"
If the answer comes to you
clearly then eat, drink and revel in the pleasures. But if the answer
finds difficulties to come to you then:
"Nafs this honey you are
offering me is nothing but the blood of the elderly women"
Similar to that of the
South-Sudanese woman enduring her child’s death yet we cannot endure
the discomfort of our pets.
You are not being told “don’t
buy” “don’t enjoy” or “don’t own”, just ask the question Abul-Khair
asked: Is this honey from my Nafs or from my Beloved? Is this nectar
from the Beloved’s Orchards or is this the blood squeezed out of the innocent far away?
Dara O. Shayda
Calligraphy by Fateh Ezzatpour