Being nothing is everything...

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Knock, and he’ll open the door.
Vanish, and he’ll make you shine like the sun.
Fall, and he’ll raise you to the heavens.
Become nothing, and he’ll turn you into everything.
 
- Maulana Rumi

And I have often heard my mentors say:
یہ ہے میرا اعزاز کہ میں کچھ بھی نہیں ہوں
کچھ ہونا میری ذلّت و خواری کا سبب ہے


What accomplishment, indeed! To become nothing. And be everything...


Comments

Haris Gulzar said…
مٹا دے اپنی ہستی کو اگر کچھ مرتبہ چاہے
کہ دانہ خاک میں مل کر گلِ گلزار ہوتا ہے۔ ۔ ۔
6:19 AM
Mishall said…
Wonderful :-D N Subhan-AllAh so great said.
7:42 AM
Anonymous said…
SubhanAllah
1:11 PM
Umer toor said…
such were the ulema of deoband
3:25 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Jazakumullahu khair for the comments...

Mishall:

Welcome to the blog :)

Umer:

:)
10:33 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Haris:

Well-said and absolutely true!
10:33 PM
Samah said…
Great post! :)
Something reminds of Iqbal here:

Tu bacha bacha kay na rakh issay, tera aaina hai woh aaina
Keh shikasta ho tou azeez tar hai nigaah aaina saaz main..
4:42 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Jazaakillah for sharing the verse. I love this one :)
11:21 AM
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