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ALLAH-you-are-enough-for-me-blog-zawia-ebrahim
neither the gifts received at birth nor skills mastered from books or application not even the fruits of a long and lucrative vocation no inheritance of gold or hoarded stacks of wealth no discipline or abstinence of a life dedicated to health neither those with influence nor illustrious in name neither people of knowledge nor...
dhikr-blog-zawia-ebrahim
Dhikr It must be let out it must be called to the multitude from the rooftops to be sung the bewilderment this morning I was greeted by the sun and the trees shook  my hand and the boughs hummed a name that I almost remembered the rabbanna call of my neighbours rooster split open the...
the-nightwatch-blog-zawia-ebrahim
Nightwatch In the grave of night my kin are asleep and I am companionable with the echo of the bark in the distance, the lone craft buzzing through the bejewelled cape of black velvet sky. And I am not alone, my curiosity piqued by the sense of the Watcher behind the cloak I stretch out...
choose-your-pick-blog-zawia-ebrahim
786 Choose Your Pick By Abu Faydan If you have come to pick a fight, Your place to go’s perhaps the zoo. If you have come to pick my faults, They’re far too much, you won’t get through. If you have come to pick my grains, Don’t even bother, there are too few. If you...
the-generation-blog-zawia-ebrahim
We are men of a company, we boys of ’60 and ’70, we who fought the war that wasn’t. At times I get dispatches of peers from the wind, or the path that I have cut opens to clearing where I find one or two reminiscing and we talk about the men we have known...
three-decades-to-millennium-blog-zawia-ebrahim
I should tell you a tale of journeying through three domains to this last place of  departure, the three principalities which followed the hardening of my beard and the softening of my now withered eye. The first place of self-gratifying is shameful to me now yet cannot in truth be denied. I find its heart...
trance-dance-blog-zawia-ebrahim
My Father /Kaggen teach me to hunt the water bull grow for me lion hair and my full song will fly everywhere. My father /Kaggen to you I give my death for you my pounding blood from you I suck my breath. And where, in what water shall I lie? round which fire shall I...
sending-gratitude-to-the-universe-alhamdulillah-blog-zawia-ebrahim
All praise to the Doer and Witness Who is the Gate to hell and bliss By Whom we come to act and see By Who’s intent we come to be By His command we rise and fall His gift is terror and to enthral We begin and end by His decree He surrounds us inescapably...
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