#al halaj

[thesonorousone]

A moment where our eyes drowning in each other's, Incense burning, and I can smell jasmin and vanilla which fills the room, my lips falls on the surface of her skin that's like coconut's soft insides, our tongues licking lips, intertwining, mingling, leaving a taste in mouth; the wet soft kisses.

The room's airy ⸺ the window's open, sunshine flickering in, the white curtains swaying in air; the late september and early october breeze playing with your hair alongside my fingers, while wind makes them messy and then my fingers tucks them behind your ear. The room has a soft glow of blue and purple lights, mixing with sun's. And my lips takes a sudden bite on yours, it's like a bite on a fruit, gushy, and wet. And my eyes sometimes fell Buddha's idol that's just sitting there gorgeously beside flowers with my favourite indoor plants, shadowing over us with peace. A comforting silence, no words at all, so they won't come in between us. An inchoate passion which lingers and is so intact in it, just wanting to come to fruition; or in simple words: to Orgasm.

The eyes meets, and stay there till they coalesce in one another's drowning consciousness. A complete affair. And inbetween, our lips are placed perfectly onto each other, Kissing bottom lip then upper, in a rythm. Like that mellow "Loveee song" by Rihanna and future flowing to our ear in a low volume from the other room. The sheets are white, a book of arabic poems by mansur-al' Hallaj with a pencil between it's pages just laying on the side of bed. Which reminds me of the poetry in which Mansur - al' Halaj said "Take away the Me so only You remains", which portrays a perfect clay of emotions forming physically and fornicating.

It's a daydream again, reveries of love; woven with desire.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

Please my friend, if you can donate, donate so that we can bring the halaj and food to the children. Do not leave the children scared and hungry, please.

[sufiblackmamba]

So what is it to me or to others, if they amass wealth or act with justice?

My religion is for myself, and the religion of people is for people.

-Al Halaj

فمالي ومالُ النَّاسِ إن مالوا وإن عَدِلوا ..

‏ديني لنفسي ودينُ النَّاس للنَّاسَ ..!

‏- الحلّاج

[polkadotmotmot]

Ala Albaba - Mustafa Al Halaj, 2021

[grahafilsafat]

Dimensi Mistik dalam Islam Jawa

http://ulfia.net

Oleh A. Hajar Mutahir

Peminat Filsafat dan Kebudayaan Jawa.

Mistisisme memiliki dimensi tersendiri yang senantiasa ada dan terus berkembang di dalam kehidupan masyarakat beragama. Walaupun dalam ajaran-ajaran agama tidak dijelaskan secara rinci, akan tetapi realitas di masyarakat tentang prosesi mistik masih berlaku. Dalam tradisi Islam, mistis disebut juga dengan Sufisme atau…

[laylawafiyyah]

When Mansur Al Halaj’s hand and feet were cut of he smeared the bood upon his face. When they asked him why, he replied: I don’t want you to misinterpret my pale face and think that I’m afraid...#annalhaqq #iamthetruth #is #what #alhalaj #declared #inhis #stateofoneness #whew #ilovethisstory #deathisnttheend #theone #sufi #sufism #mansuralhalaj #majlispendosa (at Jakarta, Indonesia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAelfKenWm6/?igshid=1pk6tjz043vre

[dailykhaleej]

YouTube series on Sheikh Mohammed’s memoir, ‘My Story’, launched

His Highness Sheikh Mohammed Bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice-President and Prime Minister of the UAE and Ruler of Dubai. Picture Credit score: Twtter

Dubai: A brand new YouTube series has launched primarily based on the memoir penned by His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice-President and Prime Minister of the UAE and the Ruler of Dubai.

The series, which launched on Sheikh Mohammed’s immensely standard YouTube channel, relies on his memoir, ‘My Story: 50 Memories from 50 Years of Service’.

Within the first episode that launched on June 1, titled ‘My First Horse’, the 6.54-minute reel provides viewers an perception into Sheikh Mohammed’s love for horses by narrating the story of his very first companion, Umm Halaj. The episode tells us how he handled the injured horse and bought her prepared for the primary race and the dear lesson he realized within the course of.

Narrated in Arabic, with English subtitles, the clips are a mix of reenactments and actual footage captured of Sheikh Mohammed.

Sheikh Mohammed’s memoir, ‘My Story’ Picture Credit score: GN Archives

The primary-person account sees a younger prince describe his early childhood, stating that when his mom would get up at night time and couldn’t discover him in mattress, she typically knew he could be down on the stables along with his horses.

In the future his father, the late Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoum, instructed his son he needed to organise a horse race in Dubai, which might be open to all of the tribes and he needed Sheikh Mohammed to take part as properly.

The younger prince was requested to select a horse from his father’s stud farm to coach for the race. Whereas strolling via the steady, he seen an injured pony that had by no means raced earlier than. Sheikh Mohammed noticed the potential in Umm Halaj and determined she was the one he needed as a part of the match. The younger prince requested him mom Sheikh Latifa to look at the injured horse, who responded willingly to her care.

Sheikh Mohammed calls it a very powerful venture of his younger life and had 4 months to coach the horse and get her prepared for the race. The younger prince diligently handled her with treatment day by day and her well being began to enhance in three months.

As the 2 continued to bond, Sheikh Mohammed describes that his ardour and love for horses has additionally taught him a priceless lesson in dedication, perseverance and success that he continues to hold with him in life.

No date has been supplied on when the subsequent episode will air.

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[mistikapoetry]

-  Al-Halaj // "ديني لنفسي ودين الناس للناس"

My love for God is a quiet thing. It doesn't not sound like Bright headscarves and undefined thighs; Or bullets and blood spilling over holy ground; Or thunder in the ears of all those who defy uniformity.

It is a quiet thing, that sounds like A gasp at the magnificence Of clouds almost kissing mountaintops. It sounds like a newborn's first protest, And a mother's smile, When the child's voice outbids the pain in her bones.

My love for God is a whisper For His ears only. It does not beg for applause, Or storm into sky-roofed courts Waging custody battles over His mercy. It does not insist you pronounce His name in Arabic.

My love for God is a kind thing. It looks like a country with no borders, Embracing all the angry men Forgotten by time, And all the tired women buried Under misplaced shame. It is a prayer for humanity before myself.

My Love for God is a restless thing, Constantly looking for more spacious words To breathe in. Too full to fit into This bartered four letter room--   love. Wanting for a room like 'ishq // عشق Or a house like hawa // هوى Or a country like Hafez's poetry Or a continent like Rumi's life.

-7/30

[grahafilsafat]

Dimensi Mistik dalam Islam Jawa

http://ulfia.net

Oleh A. Hajar Mutahir

Peminat Filsafat dan Kebudayaan Jawa.

Mistisisme memiliki dimensi tersendiri yang senantiasa ada dan terus berkembang di dalam kehidupan masyarakat beragama. Walaupun dalam ajaran-ajaran agama tidak dijelaskan secara rinci, akan tetapi realitas di masyarakat tentang prosesi mistik masih berlaku. Dalam tradisi Islam, mistis disebut juga dengan Sufisme atau…