Recent events in Pakistan remind me of the lines of the very talented and clairvoyant Sufo-Sunn-i-Shia poet laureate Mohammed bin Ismail ibn Abid Hussain Chisti Darvish, who had written the following long before the Pakistan was Manifested as the shining beacon in the comity of nations that we all know it is.
Wa'fool baraktul fizzlullah
(Some nuances may have been lost in translation):
Who can say which way points to Allah?
No one knows.
To each his own way.
Some fire at masjids.
Some kill freedom fighters.
Some abduct soldiers.
Some blow up soldiers.
For who knows how sweet the honey is just by looking at the hive?
Ha! I marvel at man's attempts to express his purity.
Today is Chisti Mian's 72nd death anniversary. May his soul rest in peace. May his tomb never be blown up. Ameen.
Wa'fool baraktul fizzlullah
(Some nuances may have been lost in translation):
Who can say which way points to Allah?
No one knows.
To each his own way.
Some fire at masjids.
Some kill freedom fighters.
Some abduct soldiers.
Some blow up soldiers.
For who knows how sweet the honey is just by looking at the hive?
Ha! I marvel at man's attempts to express his purity.
Today is Chisti Mian's 72nd death anniversary. May his soul rest in peace. May his tomb never be blown up. Ameen.