Shaikh Abul Hassan had written on the door of his khaneqah: “ Anyone who comes to this house, give him food and do not ask about his faith. Because, as he merits a life next to the exalted God, no doubt he deserves a meal on my table. ” I feel, I hear, I speak, but I do not exist. There are 24 hours in a day. I die a thousand times in an hour, and I cannot explain the other 23 hours. People cannot describe me. No matter in which words or in which terms they present me, I am the opposite of what they say. I am neither a Sufi, nor a scientist, nor a pious. Oh Lord, you are the one and only, and I am one of your oneness. What if there were neither the Hell nor the Heaven, so that we could see the real devout person?! A scholar wakes up early in the morning and seeks how to increase his knowledge. A pious wakes up and seeks how to increase his faith. But Abul- Hassan looks for how to make a human being happy. The one who said "I reached Allah (to the God, to the Truth and Reality)", he did not. And the one who said " He (God) himself made me reach him", he reached Allah (or he attained the reality). He was asked: " Where did you see the God? " He answered: " ...wherever I did not see my own self." Whatever exists in the entire universe, it is also in your own heart. You have to gain the ability to see it. The one who fell in Love found Allah. And the one who found Allah, forgot his own self. In the whole world only one person could understand me, and it was Bayazid .
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 19:10:12 +0000
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