Centuries have past that we have not been touched by an enigma of epic poetry and literature. History or say past of East land is full of heroic and moral subjects. For to revive sense of truth, faith and honesty, we need to go back to the sources of piety and goodness. In which we are not second to any one.
Let’s come and re-discover our lost treasures so that we would not be hijacked by our enemies. These are our immortal treasure of life and from this we can extract lesson to live and to live with dignity.
Last but not the least, all these treasures and pearls evolved out from a holiness of single source A Book, Al-Quran.
Regards,
Hena Jawaid
O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert –
what air of love is this?
If you’d see the Beloved’s
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul’s pearly essence
when you’re the Sea of God?
That’s true – and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!
Rumi ‘I Am Wind, You are Fire’
Translation by Annemarie Schimmel