While travelling through the valley

While travelling through the sacred valley, I heard the voice a person resonatting in the foothills. Curious, I followed the sound, to find a man, truly old, exclaiming in prayer or in monologue, I could not tell then "The world is a place of shame, it goes after you, the moment you decide to quit on it. O Lord! Hear my prayer, which is frail, and not backed by virtue. I have drunk from the goblet of life, and have found the taste to be bitter. I am unaware if all my lamenting will bear any fruit. Human beings have little time, and when they realise it, it is already too late. We busy ourselves in the deeds of the world and forget what our real purpose. If all my life, I were to stand, and recite your holy names, I wouldn't be able to recount or measure your blessings. O lord! Time of reproach draws near, and I am full of sin. I stand before you imperfect, and ask your forgiveness. I am ashamed, I am ashamed, I am ashamed. Whenever I tried to embark upon the path of kindness, I was waylaid by my own weaknesses and at other times, by the devil, who mesmerizes and donnes on many garbs. I ask your forgiveness O exalted one and shelter from all that is evil, and vile.
By this time, he fainted, and it was morally my obligation to try to find out if he was well. I laid his head on my thigh, and tried to bring him back to consciousness, by pouring on his face, water from the bottle, I carry around for journey such as the one I was on. As soon as the oldman came to, He got up in
utter haste and started praying aloud in the same fashion he had before. I tried to ask him, how he lived in such a desolate part of the desert, or how long he had been there, but he kept busy in his prayers. When I wouldn't stop he shunned me and said "My bad fate, for when I am busy trying to right my wrongs, the devil takes up another guise to lead me astray by asking me questions. Begone asker of worldly questions....Begone"
Startled, I stepped back and was on my way. This is just an example of how dedicated people are, in prayer, and how we should try to follow. Try if we cannot be like them.


This is what I read in a book a few days back. Goes to show I guess that whatever we might do, and however pious we think we are, at the end of the day, it will be Allah's benevolence that might get us anywhere near even the scent of heaven. Again, this is not perfectly translated, and hence, my apologies.

Inaugral statement

This is a simple enough blog. Don't get too confused. This is just a random guy trying to study the lives of saints, and trying to figure out a way, to make sense of the dielemma and the celebration that is life.
I am going to write about things that are only to be found in religious looking books, that in my own case, have been occupying space on our bookshelves. The previous generation bought them, read them, and maybe tried to apply them on themselves. I suppose the dearth of understandable literature on this topic in a simple enough language is my impetus. Let me clarify though, that I do not claim to be a person of higher understanding, on the vast topic at hand. I will try to translate what I have read, and what I am going to read, in the course of posts that might follow. May Allah help me.