Tagged with Sufism

Do This, Not That

Do This, Not That


* * Nasheva’s fame had spread throughout Anatolia, Cilicia, Tabriz, Khorasan, Bukhara, and Tajikistan. It even reached the ears of a Zein monk who lived in a small village in Tashkurgan, China. The monk was curious and he decided to come a long way to Isfahan to listen to her. Sitting cross legged alongside the … Continue reading

Anatolian Land

Anatolian Land


* * The sky of Konya was blanketed in azure when Lord Obaid arrived. The sun was gleaming in joy, while the crested larks and robins found no reason not to sing elatedly, celebrating the born of a new day. Lord Obaid saw Nasheva had finished talking to Sultan Walad and Hushammudin Chalabi. Then she … Continue reading

A Magic Flute

A Magic Flute


* * “I know Muslims are obligated to fast”, said Fernando. “I’ve learned what is required and what is prohibited during the fasting. Yet I want to know more. I have understood the body of fasting, now speak to me of its soul.” Nasheva nodded, then she turned around. For a little while she did … Continue reading

Failing Dreams

Failing Dreams


* * A young woman asked, “I pray Sheikha Nasheva enlighten me. What if I am unable to reach my dream? It is a shame, is it not? It is embarrassing, is it not?” Nasheva smiled at her. She replied, “O blessed soul, It is not a shame when your hands cannot reach the sky; … Continue reading

Miracles and Love

Miracles and Love


* * A Greek visitor whose beard was grey had been listening to Nasheva’s words since her arrival. The man, who worked for Ibnu Nafis in Al Mansour Hospital, loved philosophy and literature. He was delighted in listening to the young woman’s wisdom, but even so, he was a sceptic. While his heart succumbed, the … Continue reading

Breath of Eternity

Breath of Eternity


* * He then paid his attention to Lord Hamzah. The Sultanate Treasury had nothing to do with the agreement between Syaikh Fatih and Lord Obaid; neither did he care for Lord Zubair’s view. He had an opinion of his own. Contrary to the response of most members of the Court, Lord Hamzah was not … Continue reading

Morning Saunter

Morning Saunter


* * Jalaluddin’s morning saunter had led him to the greenery in the outskirt of Konya. He reached into the river that stretched before him and washed his face until his beard and white robe’s neckline were soaked. He thought that everything must have gone well with his disciple Nasheva. But even when such certainty … Continue reading

Poet’s Tongue

Poet’s Tongue


* * A poet’s tongue is sweet like sugar. But do not be mistaken. The sugarcane is in the heart. * Do you think poetry is difficult? No. The truth is you don’t need a PhD in Linguistics or Literature just to be a poet. All you need is love. A poet is not necessarily … Continue reading

Real Voice

Real Voice


* * What keeps your body alive, you can hear it with the two ears. But what keeps your soul alive, you can only hear it with the third ear.    Stop listening with the two ears, listen with the third one. * Go to the woods like Thoreau, or gazed at the starry sky like … Continue reading