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“عندما كان الحلاج في السجن سأله أحد الدراويش قائلاً: "ما الحب؟" فقال: ستراه اليوم وستراه غداً وستراه بعد غد", وفي نفس اليوم قتلوه, وفي اليوم التالي أحرقوه, وفي اليوم الثالث نثروا رماده في الريح".”
آنا ماري شيمل, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
“كان شيخ الطريقة الخلوتية في اسطنبول " سنبل افندي" يريد ان يعد خليفة له , فأرسل تلامذته ليجمعوا ورودا لتزيين الزاوية , فرجعوا كلهم بباقات من أجمل الورود إلا واحدا منهم هو "مركز أفندي" , فإنه أتى بوريدة صغيرة ذابلة , فقيل له :
ألم تجد لشيخك ماهو أليق بمقامه من هذه ؟
فأجاب :
" نظرت فرأيت أن كل الأزهار مشغولة بتسبيح الله , فكيف أقطع عليها تسبيحها ؟ إلا واحدة وجدتها قد فرغت لتوها من عبادتها , فحملتها وأتيت
فكان هو الذي خلف سنبل أفندي .....”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
“Behind all created beauty the mystic sees a witness to the source of eternal beauty – the ruby is the heart of the stone, which has been transformed into a priceless jewel through patience and shedding its blood...”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
“The eye of the mystic who is enraptured in love sees traces of eternal beauty everywhere and listens to the mute eloquence of everything created.
Whatever he mentions, his goal is the essence of the beloved—like Zulaykha, who, longing for Joseph's beauty, applied to him "the name of every thing, from rue-seed to aloes-wood."

If she piled up a hundred thousand names— her meaning and intention was always Joseph.
(M 6:4022-37)”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
“Every limb [of my body] sees him, even if he be absent
from me, in every delicate, clear, joyous essence,
In the tune of the melodious lute and flute when they
blend together in trilling strains,
And in luxurious pasturage of gazelles in the coolness
of twilight and in the first rays of dawning,
And in misty rains falling from a cloud on a carpet woven of flowers,
And where the breeze sweeps her train, guiding to me
most fragrant attar at sweet dawn,
And when I kiss the lip of the cup, sipping the clear
wine in pleasure and joy.
I knew no estrangement from my homeland when he was with me: My mind was undisturbed where we were— That place was my home while my beloved was present; where the sloping dune appeared, that was my halting- place.

(Ibn al-Fārid)”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
tags: poem
“The metaphors that Sumnun the Lover used to express the ineffable experience of this love, of which he was only a fragile vessel, are not taken from the vocabulary of worldly love. Rather, they are perfectly chaste, lucid, almost immaterial:
"I have separated my heart from this world— My heart and Thou are not separate.
And when slumber closes my eyes,
I find Thee between the eye and the lid."
(A 10:310)”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
tags: islam, love
“When people began to throw stones at him, Shibli—so the legend has it—threw a rose, and Hallaj sighed. Asked the reason for his sigh, he answered: "They do not know what they do, but he should have known it."
And the saying that "the rose, thrown by the friend, hurts more than any stone" has become a Turkish proverb.”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
tags: rose
“Attar knew—like Sana'i and Rumi—that this constant movement is not peculiar to the human soul; it goes through the whole created world (U 63).

Endless periods of development are necessary before the one beautiful flower, the one Perfect Man, can come into existence—periods marked by the death and annihilation of hundreds of thousands of lower existences, which, in turn, may one day reach the state from which their upward movement can start (cf. MT
234), for

Everyone's journey is toward his perfection— Everyone's proximity is according to his "state."
(MT 232)”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
“The sheikh of the Khalvati order in Istanbul, Sünbül Efendi, in looking for a successor, sent his disciples forth to get flowers to adorn the convent.
All of them returned with large bunches of lovely flowers; only one of them—Merkez Efendi—came back with a small, withered plant. When asked why he did not bring anything worthy of his master, he answered: "I found all the flowers busy recollecting the Lord—how could I interrupt this constant prayer of theirs? I looked, and lo, one flower had finished its recollection. That one I brought."
It was he who became the successor of Sünbül Efendi, and one of the cemeteries along the Byzantine wall of Istanbul still bears his name.”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam
tags: islam
“Görelim Hak ne eyler, N’eylerse güzel eyler.”
Annemarie Schimmel, Mystical Dimensions of Islam