Introduction
Rabia al-Adawiyya I first discovered when I was very young. From the moment I read about her, I was instantly enamoured with an admiration that has never faded. She is among the earliest of the Awliya (the Friends of God) and the most celebrated.
There are many ways in which the Awliya took their example from the Holy Prophet Muhammad (upon him peace): his attendance to community, his service, his kindness to people, his leadership and strength of character. These are all creation-facing. The aspect that Rabia so profoundly embodied of him (s), was not something that faced creation, but something that faced Creator. I will relate here some of the narrative of Rabia and how she embodied the Prophet’s (s) intimate relationship with his Lord, and his love for Allah.
Rabia is considered the progenitor of the Sufi way of divine love. Of ecstasy and rapture and deep longing for union. At this time, the way of wilaya – Friendship with God – was very much about ascetism and fear; not a fear of distress, but a fear of the magnificence of Allah. There were those who would sway, like the living warriors left of Badr, out of an ever-present consciousness of their Lord and His might. This way of being, the weeping, the sobriety, came itself as a reaction to the changing of the times in the short centuries after the passing of the Prophet (s), where people increasingly began to turn to the trappings of materialism and ever more heedlessness. Many of the righteous felt the need to return to the way of the Sahabah, to live forsaking the world, preferring the poor to the rich, and the meek to the powerful. What’s more, it was also a pietistic movement in response to some of the worst tragedies to befall to Muslim people in our early history; of them all, the devastating shock of Karbala and the egregious loss of life of the family of the Holy Prophet (s).
So this primary path of being God-fearing was the way of the earliest Awliya. And no doubt they loved their Lord with every fibre of their beings but, before anything, they looked to Allah as Maliki Yawm al-Din. Sovereign Lord, Master of the Day of Judgement. Rabia brought a different way of walking the path of wilaya: to look to Allah as Al-Rahman Al-Rahim. Loving, loving, deserving of the utterest love. She brought a lot of jamal to something that was previously much more about jalal.
In her words: ‘My Beloved is with me away… Seeking union with You has healed my soul, O my Joy, O my Life forever. You were the source of my life and my ecstasy. I have separated myself from all others; my hope and my desire is only to unite with You.’
The stories of Rabia, as to their provenance – the origin and reliability of their sources – is primarily from Tadhkirat al-Awliya by Farid al-Din Attar, the biographer of many early Sufis. However these stories are not like the Hadith. They have not been rigorously authenticated. That is not to say though that we can’t take anything from them. They are teaching tales, not the bases of law. They are stories of character – the characters of people who really lived, and were truly great. There is very much to take from these stories. We actually receive most of our stories of Rabia from Abda bint Shuwal, her murida who pledged herself to her service, and was present during many of Rabia’s mystical encounters and prayer vigils.
There is much recorded about Rabia that I won’t mention here; her interactions with her contemporaries amongst the Awliya, or her Karamat (miracles). I will very much be focussing on her relationship with her Lord and how it paralleled the love between the Prophet (s) and his Lord.
Turning in Youth
Rabia came from a saintly and noble, but impoverished, household, the fourth of four sisters born to her parents. But very soon her parents died and her sisters were scattered. As a young girl she found herself all alone, with no means and no family, completely isolated. And very soon, captured and sold into slavery. This is where Rabia’s story, as we know it begins. With the turn of fate that forced her into the hollows of the world, that led her into being a slave, the hardship and terror of it – there also came the turn of fate that elevated her towards the heavens and into the embrace of Allah.
She turned completely towards Allah. Complete reliance. This is more than what we think of when we usually talk about reliance on Allah. This is not reliance with insurance in the background: a family, a home, some financial provision, however modest. This is not reliance with insurance of self: that you are grown and in the most basic ways capable, self-sufficient. Perhaps you cannot provide for yourself, but at least you have strength and energy. Rabia was a girl. This is like a child’s complete dependence on their parent: to feed them and clothe them, to watch over them while they sleep, to protect them from harm, to comfort them when they cry. The great and the small dependencies, all of them. Rabia’s reliance on Allah was like this. There was no-one for her to turn to for anything except Allah and she turned to Him alone for anything and everything. It is no wonder then that, in the later stories, she is so defiant against help from people when they offered it.
One night, as every night, she stood for long hours in prayer. It happened that the master whom she served saw her that night and heard her conversation with her Lord. She said ‘O God, you know the desire of my heart is to obey you; that the light of my eye is in the service of your court. If the matter was left to me, I would not cease for one hour in attending to you. But you have me made subject to another.’ The depth of her prayer was so moving that the Master of the house was struck by it and, in the morning, set her free. That moment her prayer was answered and her ability to serve Allah and no other was never taken from her for the rest of her life.
Rabia was often very unwell. She spent frequent periods suffering from sickness and physical weakness, from her youth into her old age. Once when she was ill, a friend of hers came to visit and he saw a Basran merchant at her door, with a purse of gold, weeping. He asked the merchant of his tears and the merchant said, ‘I weep on account of this saint of our time. If her blessings on us were to cease, mankind would perish. I brought some money for her but I’m afraid she will refuse it. Will you ask her on my behalf?’ So her friend went in and asked but Rabia looked at him sidelong and said, ‘Shall He who provides for those who revile Him, not provide for those who love Him? He does not refuse one who speaks unworthily of Him; how then should he refuse one whose soul is overflowing with love for Him? Ever since I have known Him, I have turned my back upon mankind. Make my excuses to the merchant. I would not have my heart in debt to anyone.’
Another friend of hers found her in a state of poverty and was pained by the sight of it. He said ‘I have rich friends and I could bring you something from them.’ She said to him, ‘you make a great mistake. Is it not the same One who gives daily bread to me and to them? Will He forget the poor because of their poverty or remember the rich because of their riches? Since He knows my state, what have I to remind Him of? What He wills, we should also will.’
In many stories, Rabia appears fierce and even sharp in insisting that she needs no aid except what her Lord will give her, not for anything. The people of her time certainly regarded her as deeply pious but I am sure they considered this aspect of her perhaps a little excessive – I definitely used to wonder about it when I would read the stories. But by this time in her later age, after a lifetime of relying on no-one but Allah, she knows better than anyone that this is all she needs. He is all she needs. There is nothing Allah would not provision her with if it was His will that she should have it. And if He willed that she should not, she not only accepted this but was entirely content with it. By this time, she would have come to balance and resolution with how destiny and taqdir worked. Not only would she have been completely at ease with them, she would also have been pleased with them, for she knew deeply that Allah was Al-Hakim – the Wise, Al-Razzaq – the Providing, Al-Rahman – the Loving. She trusted Allah as a child whole-heartedly trusts their parent, and she loved Allah with the intimate love shared between beloveds.
Friendship and Love
Over time this relationship grew in stages of friendship and love, deepening and deepening into the fire of Ishq – passionate, self-immolating love. Attar, her biographer, calls her ‘that woman on fire with love.’ It sounds awesome and terrifying but in the words of Kalabadhi: ‘he is burnt, who feels the fire, but he who is fire, how shall he be burnt?’ Rabia was fire, full of jalal – tremendous majesty – in her intense manner of love and yet full of jamal – gentle softness – in the utter beauty of her bond with her Lord, and the incomparable delight she found in being with Him. Over the course of the development and ongoing cycles of her love, she occupied every role and relationship dynamic that a human may have with the divine:
- Dependency of a child to parent – or ward to Guardian
- Companionship of Friend to Friend
- Faithfulness of Intimate to Intimate
- Adoration of Lover to Beloved
- Obedience of a servant to Master
- Veneration of mortal to the Immortal
- Bewilderment of the human to the Divine
- Subsistence of creation in Creator
- Annihilation of self in God
Parallels between Ahadith Qudsi and the Munajat of Rabia
I would now lay before you two stories of love in parallel. One told across the Munajat, the intimate conversations, of Rabia and her Lord. The other told across some Hadith and Ahadith Qudsi, narrations that the Prophet (s) relates from Allah Himself. The Ahadith Qudsi are some of the most revealing of the personal relationship Allah has with His creation, as well as the profound connection He has with the Messenger of Allah. See now the connection between the story of Allah and His Prophet, and Allah and His Friend, and see how the Friend followed in the way of the Prophet because: in kuntum tuhibbuuna Allaha, fattabi’uny, yuhbibkum Allah. If you love Allah, then follow me, and Allah will love you.
Let me relate, as an opening to this interspersed story, the Hadith of Al-Mala al-A’la. The Prophet (s) said, ‘My Lord appeared to me in the most beautiful form. He asked me What do the highest assembly (– the angels in the presence of God –) what do they argue about? The Prophet (s) said ‘I do not know.’ Think of such a thing, such a beatific vision as that in the concealment of night. Even if Rasul Allah did know the answer, in such a state before his Lord in such a form, what words could be uttered. ‘Then’ narrates the Prophet ‘Allah placed his hands between my shoulder blades and I felt its coolness at my breast. And everything became known to me.’1 (Tirmidhi)
Rabia would keep this closeness of company with her Lord. She did not like to sleep, preferring to spend that time with Him. At night, she would keep awake and go to her roof to begin her prayers. She would say: O my Lord, the stars are shining and the eyes of men are closed. The kings have shut their doors and every lover is alone with their beloved, and here I am alone with You.
Allah’s response as the Prophet (s) conveyed to us: ‘Our Lord descends each night to the earth’s sky when there remains the final third of the night, and He says: Who is saying a prayer to Me that I may answer it? Who is asking something of Me that I may give it them? Who is asking forgiveness of Me that I may forgive them?’2 (Bukhari)
When the Fajr light began to appear, Rabia would say: O God, the night has passed, the day has dawned. You have given me life and cared for me. For you is all glory. If you were to drive me from your door, I still would not turn away, for the love that I bear in my heart for you.
The response to that, at the end of that same hadith: And so Allah remains there, asking, answering, till the light of dawn shines.
A stranger once approached Rabia, in what manner we don’t know, but he frightened her and she fled from him. She ran in such haste that she fell and broke her wrist. Fallen on the ground, her tear-stained face buried in the dust, she called ‘Lord God, I am a stranger, orphaned of my mother and father, a helpless prisoner fallen into captivity, my hand broken. Yet for all this, I do not grieve. All I need is Your good pleasure, to know whether you are pleased or not.’
This call of hers, not even a prayer, but words of bravery, words of dedication, of continued faith in the face of hardship, and assurance that no matter what, all she cares is for her Lord’s pleasure. This exactly follows the call of Rasul Allah after the terrible assault on him at Taif. He said: O Allah! I complain to You of my weakness, my scarcity of resources, and the humiliation I have been subjected to by the people. O Most Merciful of those who are merciful. O Lord of the weak and my Lord too. To whom have you entrusted me? To a distant person who receives me with hostility? Or to an enemy to whom you have granted power over me? So long as You are not angry with me, I do not care. Your respite is a greater relief to me … (I seek refuge in the light of Your Face by which all darkness is dispelled and every affair of this world and the next is set aright, lest Your anger or Your displeasure descends upon me.) I desire Your pleasure and satisfaction until You are pleased. There is no power and no might except by You.”3 (Mu’jam al-Kabir, Tabarani, with a slightly weak chain but cited by many great ulamah.)
When Rabia lay there in the dust, after she made this call, she heard a voice call back to her and say: ‘Do not grieve. Tomorrow a station will be yours such that all the angels, and those who are nearest to God in heaven, will envy you.’ If this was the response to her, what must have been the response to Rasul Allah when he lay hurt and injured? Perhaps we don’t know what the response was, but that does not mean one did not come: consider that the Mi’raj occurred soon afterwards. But how much is left unsaid of the private moments between God and Prophet. The Ahadith Qudsi are non-Quranic revelation: there was no duty on the Prophet (s) to share them, yet he did, but how many moments of gentle care, that was a kept a secret between them? Are the most intimate moments of beloveds ever shared?
Allah responds to us, He is always responding to us. He says, ‘I am with my servant when they remember me … if they walk to me, I run to them.’ Allah is our companion, our constant companion, her constant companion, He guarded her. One night, somewhere in a deep vigil of prayer, she fell asleep, covered over with a cloth, a blanket. A thief broke into her house, but she, an ascetic, had nothing there for him to steal. So finding nothing, he seized her blanket and made for the door. But the door was blocked. In shock he dropped the blanket and the doorway became clear again. Yet each time he lifted the cloth to steal it away, the door was barred and he had no escape. Then a voice called out. “Man,” the Voice said powerfully, “do not pain yourself. She has been in Our service for so many years that even the Devil fears to sneak around her. How should a thief dare to sneak around with her blanket? Be gone, scoundrel! When one friend is asleep, another Friend is awake and keeping watch!”
When the Messenger of Allah (s) slept, on a break from an expedition, a man, an enemy came over him, sword in hand. The Prophet awoke to find this blade over him and the man said, ‘who will protect you from me now?’ Instantly the Prophet said ‘Allah.’ And suddenly the enemy was struck, as though by thunder, into some paralysis and he fell to the ground. Then the Prophet rose and lifted the sword over him and said, ‘who will protect you from me now?’ But he is of course our most merciful Messenger, and he forgave the man, who then was healed of his paralysis.4 (Sahihayn)
This trust is not conditional. This faith is not based on consequence. Neither the Messenger nor the Awliya would flinch from their faith if it seemed they were unprotected. Many times it seemed they were. The protection, the guarding of Allah, does not come in the preventing of illness and injury and loss. These are a part of the experience of life but throughout them, you have Allah with you. And He guards the heart that turns to Him. He guards its faith. He guards its love for Him. For as long as you care, even only slightly, about the love of Allah, then Allah loves you. Even if you did not care, Allah would still be with you, giving breath, giving nourishment. But wouldn’t you prefer to have not only His guardianship, but also His love?
See these two conversations between Lord and Prophet, and Lord and Friend.
When the Messenger of Allah rose beyond the spheres of the heaven, Allah took him into His exalted presence and we do not know what happened, for that too was kept a secret. But in that holiest, most sanctified of communions, Allah disclosed Himself to Muhammad as he had to no other creation.
Now when Rabia had set out across the desert on her way to make the pilgrimage, but the way was long, and she was alone and struggling. And even then, that was little beside her bewilderment at her own actions that she should be travelling to a house of stone when she knew Allah resides in no house. She said: O my Lord, my heart is perplexed. Where shall I go? I am only a piece of clay and that Ka’bah is only a stone. I need You here, won’t You show Yourself to me? Allah answered her with words inspired to her heart: ‘O Rabia, when Moses desired to see My Face, I cast a few particles of My glory onto the mountain and it shattered. Be content here with My Name.’
Allah exalted knew that despite her burning love for him, her soul was not that of Rasul Allah, and she would not be able to bear the vision for which she asked. But still he spoke to her, and said ‘take My Name as your contentment’ – and within that, there are many secrets.
But look at these tones of gentleness with which Allah speaks to her. And yet, always inspiring in her heart a need to love him more. Does a beloved one not always wish to be loved all the more? Do they not, even in their gentleness, hint that the love can reach even deeper; that if you reach out towards them, open towards them even more, they will also reach out towards you all the more.
And do lovers not prize the love between themselves above all else, hold it as the most sacred trust? We each understand that, for the sake of protecting that love, growing it, we must sacrifice all else in its way; anything that might obstruct it or damage it or cause it to be lost. And at times, when that love is threatened, one lover may pose a question to the other: how much is my love worth to you? Would you choose me above all else? Such a question would fire up the protective streak in the other and whatever had been confusing them before, whatever had brought about such a threat to their love, would be immediately thrown away and the love guarded at all costs.
You see here Allah as Al-Ghayyur, jealously guarding the ones he loves. ‘Jealousy’ – the word is not quite right. This is the problem. Words fail before describing the indescribable. We can only use what words we understand, strip away from them whatever base meaning relates to us, and elevate them to what is more befitting of God. Ghayyur was translated earlier in these nights as ‘intensely protective, lovingly possessive.’ The Prophet (s) warned of being too careless in your proclamations of love.
‘Say not that you love me, lest
You are taken by a test;
Poverty will reach your door
Ere the tide can meet the shore.’
Let the heart, devoted, hide
Lest its love be tolled and tried.
Those whose souls are strong with faith
Must endure the trials of fate.
If you trust in adamant,
Prove yourself as valiant.
Save yourself the tribulation:
Silent keep in exclamation.
If you wish Allah to take you as one of His beloveds, you will need to prove your love. He will throw everything at you to see if you will continue running towards Him. And if you do, if you prove that His is the only love that can fill your heart, He will fill it.
You see such an illustration of this in yet another conversation between Rabia and her Lord. Rabia had been fasting for many days. She was about to break her fast with a bowl of food but first went to light a lamp in the house. After lighting it, she found a cat had dropped the food onto the ground. So instead she went to fetch a jug of water to drink but, when she returned, the lamp had burnt away its oil and gone out, and then the jug broke and spilt all the water. She sighed heavily and said: O my Lord, what is this you are doing to me?
Have a care, so a voice came to her ears, If you desire it, I will cover you with all the pleasures of this world. But I will take concern for Me out of your heart, for such concern and the pleasures of this world cannot dwell together in one heart. O Rabia, you have a desire and I have a desire. I cannot combine my desire and your desire in one heart.
The fear of losing her Lord’s love struck so deeply into her core that she said it was in that moment that she separated herself from any attachment of the world and its people. She had a heart that could contain only one love and it was the love of Him.
The choice of Allah above all others as the one and only subject of the heart’s whole adoration. This is from the Messenger of Allah (s). This was his choice.
When Gibril was sitting with the Prophet. Another angel descended from the sky and joined them. Gibril said ‘This angel has not come down to earth since the day he was created.’ Then the angel said ‘O Muhammad, my Lord has sent me to you. Do you wish to be a Prophet King or a Servant Messenger?’ A Prophet King is a Prophet; it is a station occupied by other Prophets. But you can know the intent of the question by the answer that is given. Rasul Allah said he would choose to be a Servant Messenger.5 (Musnad Ahmad but narrators are Sahih). He humbled himself before his Lord. Deeper than that, it is to say as Rabia later said ‘what does a servant know of desire?’ And as an extension, what does a servant care? A lover seeks no greatness, only to be loved by their beloved.
When kingship was offered by the Quraysh to the Prophet (s) in exchange for him ceasing delivering his message, he said, ‘If you were to put the sun and moon in my hands, I still would not cease.’6 (Sirah of Ibn Hisham). He could have become the king, and then still continued, and no-one could have opposed him. But of course, he is our trustworthy Messenger, not one to break promises. Even so, this statement of his was making the choice that he would choose Allah, every time over everything.
This wholehearted devotion was something that Rabia deeply embodied. One could say she was among the most sought-after women of Basra, and many men came to her proposing marriage, from the governor of Basra, to other Awliya Allah. But she denied them all and she did not shy from saying that her heart belonged only to her Lord. Her ardent fidelity to was to this one, overpowering love. She said, ‘My existence is in Him and I am altogether His.’ It is not the case that a heart cannot love another if they love Allah. We need no other example than that of the Prophet (s) himself who married and loved – and of all, he had the greatest love for his Lord. These loves, be it between parent and child, or husband and wife, or close friends – these loves are all manifestations of Allah’s love come to us, and they are beautiful manifestations. For Rabia, though, she wanted no intermediary in this love, no manifestation, and this was her way. It is not the way of many others, it is the way of some, but it was her way – we each have our own way, our own course of love towards Allah. But ultimately every one of these ways leads to Allah. Our love is always firstly and lastly for Allah.
At the end of his life, Rasul Allah (s) said in a khutbah: ‘Allah has given me a choice between the delights of this world or that which is with Him, and I have chosen that which is with Him.’ Then the sahabi Abu Bakr (r) began to weep because he knew what it meant, that the Prophet (s) would soon pass. On seeing his tears, Rasul Allah in his gentleness said, ‘Were I to choose a bosom friend, I would have chosen Abu Bakr, but he is my brother and my companion. God has taken me as his bosom friend.’ He meant in this ‘there is no intimate friend for me except Allah.’7 (Bukhari).
Throughout Rabia’s life, all she yearned for was that return to her Lord. Many of the Awliya of her time feared death; they feared to go before their Lord burdened over with sin. But to Rabia, the dream of return was one filled with ecstasy. Allah has said ‘if my servant longs for the meeting me, I long for the meeting with them.’ Rabia longed deeply for this. Sometimes she would find herself in such pain, yet there would be no sign of sickness on her. She said ‘my sickness is from within my breast … the only cure is Union with my Friend.’ When at last the day of death came for her, a wedding day if there was any, she said to those around her, ‘rise and go. For a moment, leave the way free for the messengers of God most high.’ Think of this moment, think of this moment. When the tear between the worlds appeared and the light of heaven eternal seeped into the room and covered her with its golden glow, and at long last she felt herself bathed in the mercy of the All-Merciful, in a way that can only be known by a spirit entering into the fullness of their souls, at the doorway between life and death. In a dream later, she was seen, and the dreamer asked what was said to her when the angels of the grave came. Rabia said, ‘they asked me Who is your Lord? I said Return and tell your Lord that, notwithstanding thousand and thousands of Your creations, You have not forgotten a weak old woman. I, who have only you in all the world, have never forgotten you, yet you should ask me Who is your Lord?’
And here you see the lover standing before the Beloved, vow of fidelity utterly fulfilled. She address Allah Himself, saying Ha ana Rabbi. I have given you all my love. Now give me yours. From outside the room, the people heard her say ‘La ilaha illa Allah. Muhammadu Rasul Allah.’ And then a Voice recited over her: O Soul at peace, Return to your Lord, contented and pleasing. Enter amongst My Beloveds. Enter into My Garden.’
The Prophet (s) said, “When Allah loves a slave, he calls out to Jibril and says: ‘I love them, so love them. Then Jibril loves him. After that Jibril announces to the inhabitants of the heavens that Allah someone, so love them; and the inhabitants of the heavens also love them and then make people on earth love them.”8 (Sahihayn).
This is for any servant. This is certainly for Rabia. Imagine what it must be for Rasul Allah. When The Prophet (s) lay in his dying moments and the Angel of Death sought permission to enter, sought permission – as he has not done for any other – to take his soul, our Prophet said, ‘ila rafiq al-a’la. To the Friend on high!’9 (Nasai). What an awakening into that world, that must have been. The union of Prophet and His Lord. The union of God and His Beloved.
Becoming Muhammadi
To be Muhammadi. What does it mean to be Muhammadi? It doesn’t only refer to following the Prophet (s), enacting his sunnahs, imbibing his character. That is body and heart. They are important. But we are a people who strive for the eternal; we are people who believe in the soul. To be Muhammadi is about the state and image of your soul. How much does your soul resemble the soul of the Messenger of Allah. The Muhammadan soul is the most perfect thing in all creation, the most perfect balance of Allah’s jamal – His mercy and gentleness – and Allah’s jalal – His strength and majesty. It is the most perfect manifestation of Allah’s Names and attributes. It is created of the Haqiqa Muhammadiyya – the very essence of the ability to know Allah. Every single thing in creation contains something of this Haqiqa Muhammadiyya and, of them all, Muhammad Rasul Allah contains the most. We cannot have the same soul as him, but we can aspire to mould our spirits into his likeness, to grow our spirits ability to perceive Allah in the fullest possible ways.
Fana fi’ al-Rasul and Allah
When one hears the stories Rabia, there is often the question of the absence of the Prophet (s). Why so much mention of Allah but so little of the Rasul? She said once, ‘I saw the Prophet in a dream and he said to me ‘O Rabia, do you love me?’ I said ‘O Prophet of God, who is there who does not love you? But my love of Allah has so possessed me that no place remains for loving or hating any save him.’
First, she said ‘who is there who does not love you?’ And that, such a sweet statement of love, such a tender sigh of the spirit. Of course, of course. Who could not love you, O Rasul Allah? If there was ever anyone to be loved, it would be you. Of course I love you.
But then, the second part ‘but my love of Allah … no place remains for any save Him.’ By the time she has reached the stage from which her stories are narrated, she has become Muhammadi. And when one inhabits a truly Muhammadan state, they have attained Fana fi’l Rasul, ‘Fana’ self-annihilation ‘fi’l Rasul’ in the love of the Rasul. This can also be a complete identification to the Rasul. And when they have attained Fana fi’ al-Rasul, all that remains is Fana fi Allah. Annihilation in the love of Allah. The highest point of Fana fi al-Rasul is becoming Muhammadi. When one is Muhammadi, one’s turning is to Allah. Their entire existence is subsumed in and for Allah.
True love
In her separation from the world, Rabia seems very different from the Prophet (s), who was not only loving towards Allah but also towards creation. Rabia’s heart was for her Lord but she did not turn coldly on everyone else. No. She gave of another kind of love, and it was present in her every action and interaction. Rabia’s interactions were many – so many that it may have seemed she was very much within the world, were it not for the brilliance of her state that was apparent to all. She interacted with her friends, her students, the thieves who tried to steal from her, in her letters, in the marketplace – and in every interaction, there is openness, there is compassion. If she had not this compassion for people, she would not truly then have had true love with her Lord: to love Allah is to love all his creation too.
To receive so fully in love can only result in giving fully of love. That is what makes love true. True and good are one thing. There is no truth that comes from evil because Allah is pure goodness. Real truth is what comes from Allah. A Ruia Saliha – a true dream, a true vision, a true experience, encounter – is not merely something predicted that materialises. It is much greater than that. It is something that discloses to you some knowledge of God – whether intellectual, a realisation, or an inspiration, or an emotion, or some deep-soul awareness that is none of those things and yet all at once. It is something that is revealed to you of your Lord, to draw you nearer to Him in connection, in faith, in love. If you receive something in love like that, it is true. And you know when you have understood it correctly – you haven’t misinterpreted it, you haven’t seen wrong – when it then comes out of you again in love.
This is true love. True love permeates one’s being until all that comes forth from them, shines forth from them, is love. If they exist in love of their Beloved, if they truly reflect that light, then that light is all that is visible from them and it touches everything into which it comes into contact. Someone told me once: ‘for whom does the sun rise?’ and I said ‘for Allah.’ And he said, ‘yes, and yet its light touches everything on the earth.’ To truly love Allah is to become love of Allah – your mortal purpose becomes your immortal purpose. You shed the self from your soul. Everything that makes you distinct deconstructs and returns to the One until you are clear, and there is not a single thing left within you to obstruct the light of God from passing through you to all else. And then you become what you always were: nothing. Nothing but a mirror of God.
Then given that, look at the Prophet (s) as rahmatan lil alamin, the mercy to all of the worlds. The greatest giving of love from the greatest receipt of it. What could he be but the mercy to all of the worlds, if he was the Beloved of Allah?
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