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Do You Love Me?A lover asked his beloved,Do you love yourself morethan you love me?The beloved replied,I have died to my...
14/02/2026

Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

Rumi

Photo: Ihsan

O love,O heart,Find the way to heaven.Find the way to God's pasture.You have spent enough time  in this pasture made for...
13/02/2026

O love,
O heart,
Find the way to heaven.
Find the way to God's pasture.
You have spent enough time
in this pasture made for cattle.

Set your sights on a place
Higher than your eyes can see.
For it was a higher aim
that brought you here
in the first place.

Now be silent.
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door,
He made the lock,
He also made the key.

(Rumi)

"Flüchte nicht! Wir alle möchten vor Leid flüchten, doch in der Mitte dieses Impulses halte inne - - - flüchte nicht und...
13/02/2026

"Flüchte nicht! Wir alle möchten vor Leid flüchten, doch in der Mitte dieses Impulses halte inne - - - flüchte nicht und lass dich von der tieferen Dimension deines SELBST finden."

aus: "SeelenBlüten" von Fawzia Rosina F. Al-Rawi

https://www.sheema-verlag.de/produkt/seelenblueten/

11/02/2026
Your RAMADAN guide 2026(Available in most online bookshops, in different languages) Daily chapters , prayers, practices ...
08/02/2026

Your RAMADAN guide 2026

(Available in most online bookshops,
in different languages)

Daily chapters , prayers, practices for reflections and your spiritual growth.

May this Ramadan bring you even closer to the deep love and mercy of the ONE.

About the Autor, Sufi teacher Dr. Fawzia Al-Rawi
https://www.fawzia-al-rawi.com/about
Haus des Friedens in Vienna, Austria.

From the new book „Tears from the mother of the sun“Poem by ✨Zia Inayat Khan A carefree dervish roamed from place to pla...
08/02/2026

From the new book
„Tears from the mother of the sun“
Poem by ✨Zia Inayat Khan

A carefree dervish roamed from place to place,
Devoid of means, sustained by Heaven’s grace.
The garments that he wore were merest rags,
Nor did he own a thing, except three bags.
Within the first he kept the daily bread
Bestowed on him by kindly souls whose dread
Of leaving mouths unfed impelled their hand
To offer food or drink should any stand
Before their door displaying honest need.
Though gentle as a dandelion seed,
Alas, the dervish did not always meet
With kindness in the world; out on the street
It wasn’t rare that rocks were thrown his way.
When this occurred he wouldn’t run away,
But would instead collect the hurled stones
As if they were his very flesh and bones.
He kept the stones within his second sack.
Was he a lunatic, a maniac?
The dervish might have seemed unorthodox,
But it was wise of him to keep the rocks
Because the flow of alms would sometimes halt,
Compelling him to draw upon the salt
He carried in the third of his three sacks,
A mineral turning tables on attacks.
The salt was something magical, you see,
A substance made of heavenly esprit,
And when he poured it on the chalky stones,
The seraphs sang in sacerdotal tones,
And instantly the bitter rocks became
Delicious morsels cooked by mystic flame.
He used it often; still it had no end,
In fact there was enough to gift a friend,
Who likewise passed on her excess so that
The salt spread far and soon begat
A tribe of salt-consuming dervish folk
Who slept each night in peace, and when they woke
Saw through the world’s illusory facade,
For in their eyes there shone the light of God.

Now as the New Year dawns, my friends, my wish
For you, and for myself, is that the dish
On which we dine, whatever it may be,
May be enhanced with brine from Allah’s sea,
An ocean neither of the West nor East,
The salt of which makes even stones a feast.

Please note that Pir Zia’s new book,Tears from the Mother of the Sun, is now available for pre-order.

Esoteric legends that track history across multiple continents and planes of existence Pir Zia presents an astonishing sequence of legends revealing connections between ancient cultures and spiritual lineages. Written as a novella interspersed with metered quatrains, in the tradition of medieval Per...

SUFI CONFERENCE IN ITALYApril 25/26, 2026Art as Zikr is an interfaith exploration of creativity as a form of remembrance...
07/02/2026

SUFI CONFERENCE IN ITALY
April 25/26, 2026

Art as Zikr is an interfaith exploration of creativity as a form of remembrance.
Rooted in the Sufi understanding of zikr, the conference brings together spiritual leaders and visionaries to reflect on art as a divine act—guided by intuition, love, and grace.
When human answers fall short, art becomes a bridge to the sacred.
A moment of remembrance.
A return to what connects us all.

Naila Hayat Noon 🌹

Tawba: Sacred Return to the OneWith Sufi teacher Fawzia Al-Rawi May 22, 20261-2:30 pm ESTThe Veils and RepentanceTawba s...
07/02/2026

Tawba: Sacred Return to the One

With Sufi teacher Fawzia Al-Rawi
May 22, 2026
1-2:30 pm EST
The Veils and Repentance

Tawba sacred return to the One
In the quiet of dawn, where whispers meet light,
A heart stirs from slumber, drawn to the height.
With every breath, a yearning unfolds,
To dance in the presence of love untold.
In the vastness of night, stars scatter like dreams,
Each one a reflection of sacred moonbeams.
With palms open wide, I seek the embrace,
Of boundless compassion, of infinite grace.
A river of mercy flows through the soul,
Washing away shadows, making the spirit whole.
In the silence, a promise, a soft, gentle call,
To rise, to surrender, to give it my all.
In the garden of faith, blossoms of hope,
With petals of patience, I learn how to cope.
Every tear is a prayer, every joy a song,
In the rhythm of devotion, I finally belong.
Through valleys of doubt, I wander and roam,
But in the heart’s echo, I find my true home.
The light of His love, a beacon so bright,
Guiding my footsteps through day and through night.
In each moment, a story, woven in time,
A tapestry rich, with the sacred and sublime.
Oh, Tawba, sweet turning, a return to the One,
In the dance of existence, we are never undone.
With each heartbeat, a testament flows,
In the depths of the soul, where true love grows.
In the stillness, I hear it, a whisper so clear,
“Come, dear beloved, for I am right here.”
(By Zulaikha Jacobs)

https://unitypeaceprayer.org/tawba-an-affair-with-allah/

" Without love,all worship is a burden,all dancing is a chore,all music is mere noise."RumiPhoto: Ihsan
07/02/2026

" Without love,
all worship is a burden,
all dancing is a chore,
all music is mere noise."
Rumi

Photo: Ihsan

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