Seftali's Adventure Travels in the Middle East -The Heart of the Nomad - Lone woman traveling
One right to which few individuals care to lay claim is the right to wander, life on the roads is liberty: one day bravely to throw off the shackles with which modern life and the weakness of our heart encumber us, in a pretence of liberty; to arm oneself with the symbolic staff and bundle and run away! Selfish happiness perhaps. But happiness indeed for those able to appreciate it. (Isabelle Eberhard, 1901) "Traveling - First it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller" -
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Wayfarers on the path
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Ya Shams!
In Konya my first walk was to visit Shams of Tabriz mosque. Dhur prayer time at 12.57h. I went upstairs after offering salat in the women's room downstairs to avoid walking through the crowd of male worshippers in search of the stairs. Upstairs are two spaces, one above the prayer hall with a curtained fence that prevents view of the mihrab. And another room after that , at the side, with white walls. This room was filled with energy, I could see it . I went inside and there was a woman reading from the Quran to another. I did my Zikr , using my beads, and she touched my arm and started talking to me and told me , she is from Syria. We changed from Turkish to Arabic then , I said " tasharafna " and " Ahlan wa Sahlan" and she was delighted. Then she put her hand on mine and said a prayer and a Quran Surah and read to me from the Quran , and I could feel her energy radiating and flowing through my body. I wondered how lucky I was, whether Shams had made me be here at the same time like this woman to let us share our namaz.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Prayer
Zayed mosque prayer
Oh my Lord
Give me water
For thy sun creates thirst
Water be thy mercy
Make me fall like a stone
A smooth shiny stone
Dropped into thy fountain
Wash over me with the coolness
Of thy love
Wash off all edges
Grind me , grate me
Until I be one oval rock
Resting in the palm
Of thy great hand
Reflecting the sunlight
Giving coolness
Amen
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Those who do not belong
She processes your mail, you pay, leave the queue to the next person; what is she, the next person, thinking about? It cannot possibly be more than 50 people killed... such thoughts do not seem to fit, such thoughts cannot "integrate"."
Written by a Syrian movie director
I spent years reading everything Milan Kundera ever wrote. Then I went through all of John Irving . Then finally decided there is no cure for not belonging .
The first time I felt roots again was when I set foot into Damascus old city. I slept like a log in my hotel with it's half a meter thick walls. Asked what it takes to move in and live there for a while.
Then this happened .
Nothing left other than Rumi's other tavern.
" Einschreiben", Orwa.
This morning I realized , I have forgotten the name of the martyred cousin of my friend . Was it Dr Jamal ( that just came back?) Jaffar ? The pharmacist who died in a shabeeha prison in Homs in about June 2011 after being caught with a video camera and footage of demonstrations ?
I tried to mention him when Rami spoke about Bassel Safadi and how he spoke up. Jamal said :" Once I started speaking my mind and breathing freely, I felt like a bird out of a cage and could not go back ..." Something like that .
I was asked to write for a new Syria website , but not about Raqqa, not about daesh, not about the hostages we never saw again, not about whose bones might be found in that cave of theirs once they are gone ... " because only Westerners worry about that" " Raqqa is not a priority" the editor said .
Another comment by his friend :
"Orwa never fully arriving is why we're always on our toes, and cannot forget cruelties and injustice. it's what we do. sending you love <3"
Me: " I think you must be right. Those without a comfort zone don't stop thinking and feeling unsettling things."
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Shams, the dervish
Rumi is esthetically beautiful and describes the ideal, but Shams is human, the rough unpolished diamond, who expresses the whole range of feeling and thought, who talks wisely and also gets angry and impatient and defiant .
Shams was a rebel while Rumi was from the establishment .
I feel welcomed like by a soulmate and breathe freely when I read Shams.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
My prayer
Allah
Turn me into water
Make me a stone
Grow me into a tree
Let me reach the sky
To see your light
Amen
Received on laylatul baraat 2017