How do we near perfection?

A Noor was there. I placed my hand underneath it.

I had to re-set.

A copy copied yet was better than the copy. It overrides the miscopied and overwrites the uncopied. He alone is to be copied and never copied, the eternal model!

End of Phase II. Humiliated, yet uplifted.

The Pillar was real, it wasn't a dream. I had to be free for my heart was hired!

Maarifat comes with a pain. There are understandings that you will never be able to make others understand. The higher you rank, the heavier it is. ایک ابدال کا غمگین ہونا لازم ہے.

After 15 years of struggle filled with shame, hardships, and the tawajjoh of my elders, I have reached a stage where lowering my gaze has become a stable state of my heart. Prettiness no longer pulls my sight — بدنظری سے چھٹکارا. نعمة من الله Next goal: to relieve my conscious

Some are like Ibrahim bin Adhem. If they like(d) filth, filth denied them.

Ulbis!

Overwhelmed by love, can not think.

Years ago, I went to the bank to withdraw 23 cents. I was asked to talk less. I saw a beggar on the street, he knew me. I could not talk.

Forgive me for never forgiving. pAtar

I was pouring Zamzam into my can, I bent and tightened the cap when He gazed in me on my heart. My Shaykh my Sayyid, 10 years of separation had drained me. Come to me sooner soon.

Intelligence separates you as good as ignorance. Group of Geeks is a possibility, but a "group" of ignorants is merely a stack.

I hate sloths. This is in my pure blood, my fitrah.

مَآذِنُهُ مَسَاكِنِي، وَعَدُّ النِّعَالِ عَلَى الأَبْوَابِ وِرْدِي. فَإِذَا غِبْتُ عَنِ الخَلْقِ فَفِي الحَقِيقَةِ لَمْ أَغِبْ… بَلْ أُخْفِيتُ عَنْهُمْ لِأُبْصِرَكَ وَحْدَكَ. 3/3

كَيْفَ أَرَاكَ وَقَدْ غَرِقَتْ عَيْنَايَ فِي النُّورِ؟ تَتَقَلَّبُ بِي الحَالَاتُ: هُبُوطٌ يُوهِمُ الطَّرْدَ وَالرَّفْضَ، وَصُعُودٌ مَا هُوَ إِلَّا سِتَارٌ وَخِدَاعٌ. 2/3

طَلَبَ مِنِّي الصَّدِيقُ أَنْ أَكُفَّ عَنِ التِمَاسِ غَيْرِهِ، فَكَانَ لِزَامًا عَلَيَّ أَنْ أَرْحَلَ. مَا خُلِقْتُ لِأُخَالِطَ النَّاسَ، وَلَكِنِّي كَلَّمْتُهُمْ لِأُعْطِيَهُمُ السَّكِينَةَ. خُلِقْتُ لِغَايَةٍ، وَقَدْ كُشِفَتْ لِي الغَايَةُ فَمَا تَرَدَّدْتُ. 1/3

Anyone who sits for long at the grave of Nizamuddin Auliya neither isn't not "educated logon ke saath rehna" kind, nor "inka aqeedah kharaab hai". You can not see behind the mud and the tombstone! Spirits of a Spiritual tree are not unfamiliar to eachother.