The museum of lost objects- Bel temple, Palmyra

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Love threshes you and leaves you naked...

He who says, 'I love you but only so much, I love you and give you sixpence but I keep sixpence for myself, I love you but I stand at a distance and never come closer, we are separate beings'- his love is with his self. As long as that exists, love has not done its full work. Love accomplishes its work when it spreads its wings and veils man's self from his own eyes. That is the time when love is fulfilled, and so it is in the life of the holy ones who have not only loved God by professing or showing it, but who have loved God to the extent that they forgot themselves.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

I have seen....

Inayat Khan/Quotes
The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
Everything in life is speaking in spite of it's apparent silence.
I have seen all souls as my soul, and realized my soul as the soul of all.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

― Hazrat Inayat Khan, Thinking Like The Universe: The Sufi Path Of Awakening

On youtube, Riyadh and the Vatican

The more they course Sufis, the more it exposes their embarrassment.
I meet people at the mosque who are proud of absolutely nothing. Proud of being born a Muslim, something they did not do shit to achieve.
Proud of being gullible and stupid.
Proud of having read a few pages of the Quran and imbibed the rest spoon fed to them by some bigot who also preaches on YouTube.
Proud of being a nobody accusing a somebody of being corrupted and praising her for " having recognized their mistake"
Islam has become the equal of those redemption letter selling Vaticanists who found themselves abandoned and losing half of their followers.
Just because Saudis can pay tv time and know how to use YouTube it does not mean, we are going to forget how illiterate they were until recently while the countries around them knew how to read. La iqraa fiddeen!

Gold dust in my blood

The thought that they will accept me into the sufi order feels like gold flowing in my veins.. I walk differently . I walk upright, my feet touching the ground more gently.

Kulaha buyout Allah - all of them are houses of God

I , as a Christian Sufi, went to the mosque to pray on New Year's Eve, and prayed together with a Moroccan woman who told me later that she lived in Geneva and as a Muslim went to pray in the Swiss churches because she liked them better than the mosque there. Mirror images. Peace is coming.

Ten years and how being Arab is infectious...

On my way home I picked up my bicycle and then stopped in front of the Moroccan restaurant where the lights were still on. This used to belong to my very first Arab friend, Hisham... Who taught me how to smoke a sheesha with fruit tobacco at 3am one night and we talked about the Iraq war and Osama bin Ladin. It was 2005 or so I think, during the Iraq war. I spoke about how the US army said that trying to catch Bin Ladin was like looking for one particular rabbit in all of the caves of Afghanistan. We grinned at each other and he whispered:"They will never find him..."
Today, 10 and 1/2 years later, with Hisham long gone to another place in town, I looked into the windows of that restaurant and  the brown skinned head waiter came running towards the terrace from the inside, opened the windows wide, gave me a huge beaming smile and asked:" Are you a Muslim?"
I was startled , thought for a second, and then realized that I had forgotten to remove my black and golden hijab scarf after leaving the mosque tonight.
" I am a sufi", I said. "A what?" "Soufiyya" "Ah!" He replied and nodded.
"Mawlid Mobarak!"
"What?" He said, and since I don't speak a word of amazigh, the Moroccan Berber dialect, I switched to English and said:" it is the prophet's birthday!"
"Oh", he said, "really?"
"YesI was just at the mosque, they told me!"
He called his colleague who also came and looked at me, he looked vaguely familiar and had never seen me with hijab before, I wondered if he recognized me, maybe they wondered if I had married one of the Moroccans by now and converted just for that, or whether they even realized I was European and not Arab, and then I smiled, waved and drove off...