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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the shrine

Mulla Nasrudin’s father was the highly-respected keeper of a shrine, the burial-place of a great master which was a place of pligrimage attracting the Seekers After Truth. In the usual course of events, Nasrudin...

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You can muffle the drum…

You can muffle the drum, And you can loosen the strings of  the lute, But who shall command the nightingale not to sing? Khalil Gibran

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The story of a disciple

Junayd used to tell his disciples, “When I met my master, the master never looked at me for three years. I was sitting from morning till evening. So many people were coming and going...

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To cultivate the right intention

To cultivate the right intention is very important, because intentions are from the Unseen World, not from the Material World. Intention (niyyah) consists of three letters: Nun, which represents nurullah, the Light of God; ya, which represents yadullah, the...

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9. YA JABBAR

  Al-Jabbar The Irresistible Exalted and Glorious He is Allah beside Whom none has the right to be worshipped but He, the King, the Holy, the One Free from all Defects, the Giver of...

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How to connect with my heart?

Where is the heart? We start from here. When we say: “My heart tells me that …”, often it is not the heart, it is the mind to speak. Mental activity provides the ability to perceive only dimly what happens in the heart. The images of the mind are misleading as well as the perceptions of the...

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Hodja Mullah Nasruddin: the Smuggler

Every first of the month the Mullah would cross the border with thirty donkeys with two bails of straw on each. Each time the custom person would ask the Mullah’s profession and the Mullah...

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If you are seeking

If you are seeking, seek us with joy,  for we live in the kingdom of joy. Do not give your heart to anything else 
but to the love of those who are clear joy....

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The story of the Sands

A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert.  Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream...