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| Sufi Shaykh Sidi (ar-Rifai ash-Shadhuli)'s visit to San Diego, California | | 2007-11-28 11:07:13 | | Sufi Master Sidi Muhammad, the head of the Shadhuliyya sufi order - God willing, will be visiting, giving teachings and leading sufi retreat (khalwa) in Southern California from Friday, November 30th to Monday, December 3rd 2007.Shaykh Muhammad Said al-Jamal ar-Rifa'i ash-Shadhuli, affectionately called Sidi by his seven million students world-wide, is a prominent spiritual leader from Jerusalem. The blessed gathering circling around the presence of the sufi master will be held in beautiful Del Mar, CA, a short drive north of San Diego.Come immerse yourself in the Ocean of Love & Mercy!bismi‘llah ir-rahman ir-rahimIn the Name of Allah, the Merciful, the CompassionateI am like the sea;many ships sail across the sea,but who knows the depth of the sea?When I move through the streets,I watch the sons of truth pass me by;I do not say anything, but I open my heart,and they enter.What brings seven million students world-wide to seek the sacred teachings of peace, love, mercy, justice, | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
| | Divine teacher | Hind Rifai | | 2007-05-17 03:48:00 | | But You never taught me how to flyOn the balcony, by the CitadelI watched the circling birdsand I learned how to flyAnd You never taught me how to swimEarly mornings,down by the secret streamI watched the radiant fishand I learned how to swimAnd You never taught me how to cryIn the Bedouin tents, where the infants die,I watched tearless mothersand I learned how to cryAnd You never taught me how to danceIn the dusk wind, that from the desert came,I watched red dust twirland I learned how to danceAnd You never taught me how to singIn the vast harem rooms heavy with scentI watched listless young girlsand I learned how to singAnd You never taught me how to prayIn the scorching heat by the summer gateI watched the blind beggarand I learned how to prayAnd You never taught me how to loveIn torture chambers drenched with sweat and bloodI watched the dying youthsand I learned how to loveAnd one day, You told me all is "not in jest"In the cool white halls, after the long waitI watched faces of p | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
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