LIVING QUR'AN 'S ESSENCE: * The Quran is not just a book of verses; it is a map for the soul, a symphony of divine guidance meant to be lived, breat...

Spirituality is not bound to a single path,
nor tethered to one practice or creed.
It is the quiet yearning within,
the call to something vast and luminous,
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I know my essence: I Am I-Am,
A flame eternal, untamed by man.
Why should the world define my name,
When light within burns just the same?
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Respect for Elders* Elders stand as pillars in the architecture of life, their presence a bridge between the known and the unknown. They carry the w...

The Spirit of Righteousness* Righteousness is not merely the act of doing good; it is the yearning to weave goodness into the fabric of all creation...

When time lapses
into a single, boundless silence,
a moment stretches—
infinite, edgeless, untethered,
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I stand on the edge, gazing in,
to contemplate the world outside,
caught between looking in and out—
wondering if what manifests outside
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What is needed for enlightenment
is for the inner self to awaken,
to become eyes, ears, tongue,
nose, and skin—
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Patience: Cornerstone Of Virtue Patience does not mean to passively endure. It is an active state of being, requiring strength and trust in the divi...

In the houses of God, worshippers gather, their hearts alight with devotion, yet their tongues speak languages they neither know nor understand. The sacred verses flow in Arabic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, English—each syllable recited with reverence but rarely with comprehension. The prayers rise like smoke, unanchored to meaning, as though the divine has decreed the native tongue unworthy of sacred communion. Even the sermons, meant to guide and inspire, are delivered in foreign cadence—Urdu to a Kashmiri congregation, for instance—a melody of words that struggles to reach the heart.

One wonders: how can this bridge of borrowed language connect the soul to the divine? How does a prayer, recited but not understood, ascend to the heavens with purpose? Does the divine not dwell in the language of the heart, in the simple, unadorned words that spring from the depths of our being?
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