They killed me and left
They killed me and left
They left me with a heart full of sorrow
In this desert…they left me alone
I am alone
I don’t know what I am here
If a flower, then where are my petals and my rosary?
If a droplet, then why don’t I splash on leaves?
If I am nothing, then why does life torture me?
Doesn’t life know more than torturing nothing?
If I am a sigh then where is the heart I can burn?
If I am a tear, where is the eyelash I can run through?
If I am innocent, why I can’t get out of this graveyard?
Why don’t I move, don’t rebel, don’t dance and don’t get along with things around me?
They killed me and left
Here, I see their footprints by my own eyes
And I alone in this horrid and traveler killing desert, am watching the shining light of the droplet
Yes, they left
And left me in deserts in the hands of winds
They left me alone in this remote corner
They saw me perplexed, but walked passed as they did not see me
They saw me bleeding, but walked with their heads up
Now, day and night in the heart of this desert, I search for my love
A strange prison is this desert
Wind brings no smell from the ally of my love
Dark silence surrounds me
Where is that hand that writes a line on the sign board of my grave?
So that if a passenger crosses this dessert one day
He can remember this unknown resting in the heart of this desert
And drops tears on my grave
And his tears can write my history
His tears become ink and write with burning words: They killed me and left
Gharib
Monday, July 13, 2009
Find my meaning
I am an ambiguous word, searching the meaning I seek
How and which era have I arrived
Love says that I am the cream of creation and a world without me is meaningless
But wisdom laughed at me and left me empty
Then what am I?
Am I a tear, am I a reflection or laughter?
I am an ambiguous word, searching the meaning I seek
I am a spark lost in myself
Search me
Words found their meanings
Snarls have been opened
Bewildered things were found
But it is only me who is left ambiguous and unknown
It is only me who burns
It is only me who loses
Open the book of love and wisdom
Get to the chapter of zeal and enthusiasm
Find a meaning for me
Gharib
I am an ambiguous word, searching the meaning I seek
How and which era have I arrived
Love says that I am the cream of creation and a world without me is meaningless
But wisdom laughed at me and left me empty
Then what am I?
Am I a tear, am I a reflection or laughter?
I am an ambiguous word, searching the meaning I seek
I am a spark lost in myself
Search me
Words found their meanings
Snarls have been opened
Bewildered things were found
But it is only me who is left ambiguous and unknown
It is only me who burns
It is only me who loses
Open the book of love and wisdom
Get to the chapter of zeal and enthusiasm
Find a meaning for me
Gharib
Why should I fall again?
Why shouldn’t I stand up and see the face of love?
Haven’t I been through belive and kufr moments?
Haven’t I seen the winter’s virulent fire?
Why this tyranny?
Why ignorance?
Why we cant draw a sentence by black ink
Why not seeing whys and creating not whys?
Why we should not seize a moment and make a green declaration?
Why every statement is dead?
Why bazzars are cold, empty and dark?
And freedom has the price of food in a war city?
Why we can’t find ego, freedomseeking and love?
And our blood, life and our haves are cheap?
Isn’t there a spring? Did the fall arrive?
Or is this the beginning of a cold and destructive winter where hands seek refuge under arms
And ears are full of cotton
And where bloodeaters, arrogantly and eith dictatorship and conspiracy, burn melodies and kill songs
Tell this unwelcome winter not to come
If it comes, it will burn empty hearts
But it will never have the power to break the hands of ambition( Hemmat)
I, heart, God, and love entered into an agreement that we are not like the bitter snow of this winter and we will not allow it mess our world
And, if the world is our, we will read/ interpret it as we like.
Why shouldn’t I stand up and see the face of love?
Haven’t I been through belive and kufr moments?
Haven’t I seen the winter’s virulent fire?
Why this tyranny?
Why ignorance?
Why we cant draw a sentence by black ink
Why not seeing whys and creating not whys?
Why we should not seize a moment and make a green declaration?
Why every statement is dead?
Why bazzars are cold, empty and dark?
And freedom has the price of food in a war city?
Why we can’t find ego, freedomseeking and love?
And our blood, life and our haves are cheap?
Isn’t there a spring? Did the fall arrive?
Or is this the beginning of a cold and destructive winter where hands seek refuge under arms
And ears are full of cotton
And where bloodeaters, arrogantly and eith dictatorship and conspiracy, burn melodies and kill songs
Tell this unwelcome winter not to come
If it comes, it will burn empty hearts
But it will never have the power to break the hands of ambition( Hemmat)
I, heart, God, and love entered into an agreement that we are not like the bitter snow of this winter and we will not allow it mess our world
And, if the world is our, we will read/ interpret it as we like.
The ultimate goal of life
“If we agree that the bottom line of life is happiness, not success, then it makes perfect sense to say that it is the journey that counts, not reaching the destination.” Mihaly Csikszentmihaly
Since the very beginning of my youth, I have been searching for the meaning of life and always asked myself: what I am supposed to do in this world and how I am supposed to spend the moments I have here? This lingering “why” never left me alone in every stages of life; I used “why” at every steps of my life and asked for reasons and purpose of things I did and tried to figure out why I am doing such things and what is the final end I want to reach. For example when I wanted to study, particularly when I decided to join college, I asked myself: why should I study? The answer was: to become educated and get a job. I asked: why should I get a job? The answer was: to earn money. Again I asked myself: why do I need money? The answer was: to be able to buy car, house, etc.
- Why do I need all these?
- To drive to work or business, to have a place to live and relax?
- Why do I need to rest?
- To relax and be able to continue working.
-And then what?
- You will not lose your job and build and career for your self.
Well, I have my car, my house, my job and have money, so what? What is the goal of my stay here? Am I supposed to do something other than the things mentioned; working to live and living to work? What is the purpose of my life?
One day I read a piece of writing, I don’t remember if it was a book or a piece of writing online, about the ultimate goal of life. The writer the writer, quoting philosophers explained the goal in detail, but the conclusion was that “the ultimate goal of life is Happiness”. If you live happy and satisfied and use all your skills to live, you will be happy and will learn to die happy. I assume that Dr. Shariati’s prayer contains the same meaning when he says: “O God! You teach me how to live happy, I will learn how to die happy”.
I finally found the answer for my question and knew that the ultimate goal of life is happiness. However, this answer brought a long list of questions with it. Now, I have to know:
What happiness is?
Is happiness an entitlement or a right?
Can I be happy with others being unhappy?
What is the shortcut to happiness?
Is happiness different from person to person?
It is possible to get ultimate happiness?
Are happiness, pleasure and satisfaction the same?
Is happiness key to success or success key to happiness?
Can I buy happiness?
Can pain, grief and happiness coexist?
How can I measure happiness?
Do religion, ideologies and philosophies play any role in creating and maintaining happiness?
How one can express happiness i.e. by smile, crying?
Hopefully, finding the answers to these questions will make me HAPPY.
Muhammad Sabir Siddiqi
“If we agree that the bottom line of life is happiness, not success, then it makes perfect sense to say that it is the journey that counts, not reaching the destination.” Mihaly Csikszentmihaly
Since the very beginning of my youth, I have been searching for the meaning of life and always asked myself: what I am supposed to do in this world and how I am supposed to spend the moments I have here? This lingering “why” never left me alone in every stages of life; I used “why” at every steps of my life and asked for reasons and purpose of things I did and tried to figure out why I am doing such things and what is the final end I want to reach. For example when I wanted to study, particularly when I decided to join college, I asked myself: why should I study? The answer was: to become educated and get a job. I asked: why should I get a job? The answer was: to earn money. Again I asked myself: why do I need money? The answer was: to be able to buy car, house, etc.
- Why do I need all these?
- To drive to work or business, to have a place to live and relax?
- Why do I need to rest?
- To relax and be able to continue working.
-And then what?
- You will not lose your job and build and career for your self.
Well, I have my car, my house, my job and have money, so what? What is the goal of my stay here? Am I supposed to do something other than the things mentioned; working to live and living to work? What is the purpose of my life?
One day I read a piece of writing, I don’t remember if it was a book or a piece of writing online, about the ultimate goal of life. The writer the writer, quoting philosophers explained the goal in detail, but the conclusion was that “the ultimate goal of life is Happiness”. If you live happy and satisfied and use all your skills to live, you will be happy and will learn to die happy. I assume that Dr. Shariati’s prayer contains the same meaning when he says: “O God! You teach me how to live happy, I will learn how to die happy”.
I finally found the answer for my question and knew that the ultimate goal of life is happiness. However, this answer brought a long list of questions with it. Now, I have to know:
What happiness is?
Is happiness an entitlement or a right?
Can I be happy with others being unhappy?
What is the shortcut to happiness?
Is happiness different from person to person?
It is possible to get ultimate happiness?
Are happiness, pleasure and satisfaction the same?
Is happiness key to success or success key to happiness?
Can I buy happiness?
Can pain, grief and happiness coexist?
How can I measure happiness?
Do religion, ideologies and philosophies play any role in creating and maintaining happiness?
How one can express happiness i.e. by smile, crying?
Hopefully, finding the answers to these questions will make me HAPPY.
Muhammad Sabir Siddiqi
Yes, this is not God’s fault
This isn’t God’s fault and it shouldn’t be
This probably is angels’ fault, and certainly is ours
Certainly, failed love, unattainable wishes, or according to a phrase of the “Street Book”, “wrong doings” fall under this rule: “This isn’t God’s fault and it shouldn’t be. This probably is angels’ fault, and is certainly ours”
O hopeless people of the world: cheer up!
God commanded me to go and break this dark wheel and extract the roots of grief, sorrow, and loneliness and throw it into the hell.
And don’t let any moments of the silence be futile
And don’t let the power, wealth, deception, hypocrisy have absolute command on hearts
And I “myself” should become “high”
To all directions I should fly
And create a world full of hope
And a grave full of body
And a hell full of sins, vices and crimes
Then there will not be another hell
And I will not go to a heaven full of milk, wine, woman, music and good deeds
So, then where should I go from this small confining universe?
I will have only one choice, I will have to go to God.
By: Muhammad Sabir Siddiqi Gharib
This isn’t God’s fault and it shouldn’t be
This probably is angels’ fault, and certainly is ours
Certainly, failed love, unattainable wishes, or according to a phrase of the “Street Book”, “wrong doings” fall under this rule: “This isn’t God’s fault and it shouldn’t be. This probably is angels’ fault, and is certainly ours”
O hopeless people of the world: cheer up!
God commanded me to go and break this dark wheel and extract the roots of grief, sorrow, and loneliness and throw it into the hell.
And don’t let any moments of the silence be futile
And don’t let the power, wealth, deception, hypocrisy have absolute command on hearts
And I “myself” should become “high”
To all directions I should fly
And create a world full of hope
And a grave full of body
And a hell full of sins, vices and crimes
Then there will not be another hell
And I will not go to a heaven full of milk, wine, woman, music and good deeds
So, then where should I go from this small confining universe?
I will have only one choice, I will have to go to God.
By: Muhammad Sabir Siddiqi Gharib
The blossom advised me...
God bless the sorrow
And in the morning, the blossom advised me-
Not to test the hatred towards the self…
And walk to see waterfalls every morning…
And in the dawn at the rose garden-
Bow to every flower I pass by…
The blossom advised me-
Not to be afraid of silence…
And know that indecisiveness blows love up…
And understand that the tear will not grow flowers in every soil…
And know that fear and doubt is the first stages of vanishing
The blossom advised me-
To worship God, since worship is moving towards godlikeness
The blossom told me-
That the greatest mistake one can make is giving up
And that achieving an abiding life is the greatest challenge of life…
Gharib
Tehran- 2001
God bless the sorrow
And in the morning, the blossom advised me-
Not to test the hatred towards the self…
And walk to see waterfalls every morning…
And in the dawn at the rose garden-
Bow to every flower I pass by…
The blossom advised me-
Not to be afraid of silence…
And know that indecisiveness blows love up…
And understand that the tear will not grow flowers in every soil…
And know that fear and doubt is the first stages of vanishing
The blossom advised me-
To worship God, since worship is moving towards godlikeness
The blossom told me-
That the greatest mistake one can make is giving up
And that achieving an abiding life is the greatest challenge of life…
Gharib
Tehran- 2001
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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