Gaia Community: owais' Blog

What were you thinking about last night?

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:40:51 -0000

I thought about haunting Gaia since two weeks past did not pay a single visit to this grandeur n my most favourite online community.

hey dear friends I am sorry

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 13:11:28 -0000

I confess sincerely my hearted apologies for haunting this good n grandeur community quite less nowdays. I again say I am extremely sorry friends and I myself missing this community and its congenial, friendly n noble people. however I do promise to be stay connected with this community.
Moreover I cannot stick now like earlier used to be with community and with its people and also wonot be able to put forth my blogs like earlier. Maybe oneday when I have my personal computer or a laptop then I could resume similarly as earlier I used to participate with this lovely community. I am sorry friends. Namaskar

sending many loves, lights and best-wishes to every my friends !

what is sufism

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 12:31:45 -0000

Man qaala laa ilaaha ill Allah, dakhala al-janna
Whoever says, 'There is no god, but God,' enters Paradise.

-Hadith of the Prophet Muhammad

' Ibaaraatuhum shattaa wa-husnuka waahid
Wa-kullun ilaa dhaaka al-jamaali yushiir ''
Their expressions are manifold and Your loveliness is one
And everyone points to that beauty
Quoted by Shaykh 'Abd al-Halim Mahmud, former Shaykh al-Azhar

Jumla ma'shuq ast-o 'aashiq pardah'i
Zenda ma'shuq ast-o 'aashiq mordah'i
All is the Beloved and the lover is a veil
The Beloved is alive and the lover is dead

Rumi, Mathnawi

Ever since Sufis began to speak about Sufism, they have defined it in many different ways. translated from Persian, titled What is Tasawwuf (Sufism). Sufis-which is what practioners of Sufism are called- see themselves to be on a spiritual journey toward God. In order to guide spiritual travellers and to express the states of consciousness experienced on this journey, Sufis produced an enormously rich body of literature, This journey is referred to as the path (tariqah). While all Muslims believe that they are on the pathway to God and will become close to God in Paradise- after death and the " Final Judgment "- Sufis believe as well that it is possible to become close to God and to experience this closeness- while one is alive.

Furthermore, the attainment of the knowledge that comes with such intimacy with God, Sufis assert, is the very purpose of the creation. Here mentioning the hadith qudsi in which God states, " I was a hidden treasure and I loved that I be known, so I created the creation in order to be known." Hence for the Sufis there is already a momentum, a continuous attraction on their hearts exerted by God, pulling them, in love, towards God. They experience the joyful ecstasy of being gently drawn to their Eternal Beloved, yet this primordially blissful return seems to have been interrupted. The Persian poet Hafiz remarked,
O Wine giver, pour me a cup and pass it around
for love seemed easy at first, but later the difficulties arose.

Allah Hafiz ! ( May Allah protect you ) Wishing every my friends to have a blessed and most quietude weekend with lots frisky moments !

What sort of people have you been communicating with?

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 11:23:07 -0000

We are all ONE, I strive for oneness and I find in everybody something to be learned. I consider everyone to be equally talked, acknowledge and treated and so I endeavour to keep my this spirit alive.

we have so short a life and if we cannot live lovingly, mutually peacefully then we are foolish because this is loves and friendliness that keep alive our spirit into happinesses rather. I just say do not choose any particular people or caste or creed but yes please endeavour to establish sense of connectedness with everyone even with plants and animals. thank you, much loves, light and peace to everyone !

What is happiness?

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:28:17 -0000

One who can learn to be contented with what he/she has been stuffed in their respective life, can certainly be happy always. one need to be daring and cheering even in their distress and ruining times because life cannot bestow every wants of oneself. thank you much loves n light to every body !

What pattern has characterized your life recently?

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 12:49:00 -0000

my outlook for Oneness, being quite generous with attitude and congeniality thoughts giving meaning to my life. though I am intrigued by life itself.
Love and light to every my friends and readers !

What's the connection between midsummer and mystery?

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 13:39:36 -0000

It was a torrid, sultry noon in my small remote village ( located in the Eastern India ). I can easily reckon, my colleagues collected outside my house to go on a spree. firstly decided to march to a pond located at a distance of half a mile by foot. subsequently borne idea of plucking mangoes from near-by orchards whilst stroding for pool.
we had ourselves to bathe in cool water for a bit of time. stretching all notorious activities from sneering to dabbling, shrieking to bullying others. after adventurous bath few reluctantly agreed to march toward orchard as we were forbid to enter since solely owned by rich, despot land-lords. as It was my notion so was I much earnest to resume, though friends propped me promptly. during the month of may and june, mangoes flourish lavishly in areas of north- central India. I could not resist my temptation to fall at mangoes as glances struck trees thickly laden with sappy mangoes and trepassed into orchard by sneaking from watchmen, we were driven into delirious lure by copius mangoes and keep darting deep inside the orchard.

rushed on the floor to fumble stones but stones striking could not work well, and none was ready to climb on a tree due to fear of unable to run away if watchmen appear and ultimately become their prey. however, I decided to climb on tree to pluck mangoes. to my unfortunate was caught by a watchman though friends gave shouts, due to thick tall tree skidded, crawled sluggishly provided watchman easy clasp.
I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity swiftly.

I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity effortlessly. to this my naughtiness, mom decided to imprison me into a tiny, musty cramped room in the house which used to resonant me as a creepy room during childhood. gloomy, smeared and tarnished with number of spiderwebs hanging, mouldy stinky smell keep haunting in one's nose until absolute exit from filthy room. the antiquated low wooden door, whose rusted hinges make grating sound on giving movements, made me to quiver. I used to peep stealthily when mom used to enter with the dim lighted lantern ( traditional lightning apparatus in villages when electricity was absence ). she use this dilapidated room for storing outdated, ignorant stuffs. my memories gradually countering these fancies and wave of timidness felt by me as mother took me to scary room but my persistent cry melt her to forgive me and pardon my mischievousness.

Is your mind a safe place to be?

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:51:12 -0000

I am absolutely obsessed with integrating thoughts, magnanimous and friendly spirit. sometime introvert. myself being candid, honest, pensive and gregarious kind of person. I am repulsive toward thoughts pertaining egoism ro aparthied or animosity.

When was the last time you felt at peace?

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:27:46 -0000

I think spiritual contentment can enconse oneself into peace. when I was restful into quietude of Auroville

What do you find mysterious?

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 10:21:22 -0000

who would not pay to explore any mystery, only lazies or cowards. infact mystery is something very compelling or strong urge to drive oneself persistently. mystery is the most beautiful journey, some time adventurous and wide fun exploration it becomes - friends do am I right ?
I think my friends posing mysteries to me in my life it is challenging to understand or predict what crawl in one's mind. nowhere to go but in circle of my friends at Gaia itself. It is perplexing to me of friend's attitudes ( of this community ) moreover it do gnawe me maybe I am quite emotional or consider friendship too much or conscious of it or my love for oneness.

I do open challenge to everyone in this community ; Is there anyone in this community who believe in true friendship or thinks to be quite loyal, honest with friendship then put me down. I really have not met yet any true, honest, real friend in my life yet. this is mystery to me.

How do you respond to being alone?

Sat, 14 Jun 2008 08:17:56 -0000

solitude is the school of wisdom, I read once.
being solitary loved by me most, may be I am kind of pensive so silence is highly fascinated by me. solitary is being conducive in conjuring me with numeral fanices, notions and thoughts infact my life does entail me toward solitary however I am so a very gregarious, affable and congenial person rather.

very popular saying " silent river runs deep ". solitude give rise to penetrate in one's own self and to explore, indeed solitude is the medium to commune with God. solitude plays an important role in mankind's life.

Love knows no boundaries,

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 13:39:34 -0000

located a small village
on the fringe of the plateau
dwell a shaggy versatile shephard
who is good at flute, bleat.

on an adventurous hike
extravagant beauteos girly onemorning,
wabbling through rough trails ;
melodies of singing flute impelled her
to scour the wood ;
utterly engross in playing on flute
a shephard along his flock ,
bewitch music resonant around lavishly.

of his flute singing became she amorist
entice to attend furtively
decided she to have talks oneday
seeing her shivered He severely
with bade utter she - you are fabulous
reluctantly remained silent he
kicking feign repulsive
keep gnawing him, her presence
as she belong to priveleged noble family
himself a drudging shephard
in humble tone he utter to girl
to walk away but
she demand to listen his flute
her sweetly crave and heavenly beauty
urge him to agree.

enchanting plays by boy at flute
heavenly exuberant beauty, innocency of girl
tempted both to fall in love
his solitary vanished
cantering both, exploring intrinsic of love
days of distress begin by parting away
when family of girl
prohibit her outings
and sentence boy to agonise

being sneaky she with family
girl herself freed the boy
flee together they stealthily
launches away deep into light of love.

Love knows no boundaries,
Love knows no boundaries,
Love knows no boundaries,

                                                     -OWAIS

                                Copyright by owais exclusively

What recent book or film have you been affected by?

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 08:44:00 -0000

Lagaan - a bollywood movie, whose central theme lies how impoverish Indian farmers wins a cricket match ( completely backward to cricket who never played nor even see this match ever ) from english men. an ardent, bold and poor Indian farmer accept the challenge by a British bureacrat to play a cricket match with them because he was enticed by the offer of not to pay Britishers lagaan for three consecutive years if they wins. Lagaan means Tax, the cruel Britishers imposed a tax on produces by farmers, onset of harvest 2/3 shares of their total crops was taken by British authorities. however Lagaan is 100% truth which prevailed during regime of Britishers and so it is truth that cruel britishers were being ruthless with Indians and so used to agonise them severely.

friends, must watch this movie and also THE LEGEND OF BHAGAT SINGH, 1942 - A LOVE STORY inorder to explore the Britishers in India.

Where do you find art in your life?

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:57:04 -0000

I find this bivouc life itself an art created by Allah. Do not you see everything in life is temporary, darkness of the night or the brighter day. even sunrise and so sunset is temporary. hey friends think meditatively over this temporary life which is prone to inevitable death.

What sets off your creativity?

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:04:11 -0000

Into quiescent state, whilst endeavoring to ponder meditatively at length is conducive to my creative thoughts. it is quite hard for oneself to flood with creative ideas. one need to toil for it with patience. the best way to pour down your creativity is just scrawl them onto pieces of paper whenever they light up into your imaginations or memories because at different times and at different places you get to conjure with different, varied and unlike ideas, maybe out them an ingenuity thoughts occur or by joining them all make any much prolific sense.
I have generally tried by joining my written thoughts at different times makes quite sense. see sometime I keep reflecting my muse for hours but could not collect and sometime I have cocieved a full, meaningful poem within half an hour or one hour.

What makes you feel wealthy?

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 08:58:37 -0000

strolling deep into repose pleasing evening wearing dark sheet of night, with many mickle of stars glinting over brace my eyes and keep soothing my soul with far incredible imaginations. shrieking of insects, euphonie murmurings of birds, sharp rustle resounding into quietude of nature conjure me into fancies. a pure wave of bliss drown me with its bewitching quiescent. shallow stream flirting with its silent and babbling. sometime howling and sometime being sneaky. and sitting around pond with feet under water to muse over ' so much ' still a quietude and peaceful refreshing state to soul.

the caring, helping hands. the well-wishes, Blessings and emracement of others
the ONENESS, yes we are all ONE.

No muslims hate any jews or christians,

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:34:56 -0000

see not any muslim hate either christians or jews but yes they are being brain-washed by hardliners or fundamentalist clerics, they are being fostered, reared into false teachings of hatred by refferring as kafirs by them & old rival histories, with the help of taking complete advantages of their illiteracy and emotions pertaining to religionism.

this close teachings and instilling them spirits of hatred and rigidity thoughts since early age to muslim masses in under-developed and developing countries become so powerful and furious that on their maturity initiate sporadic or guerilla wars with western hemisphere countries. they are been so lucidly brain-washed, that nothing could halt them but to suicide in the false illusionary fight named Jehad.

I think by saying or accusing muslims as bad, is not wise and it will only widen miscreated gap of hatred. because majority of muslims are illiterate and poors and this is the ample oppurtunity to mean, malice and crafty hardliners who have gluts of moneys to attract them to pick up weapons against JEWS & CHRISTIANS since they are illiterate and unemployed moreover they are been constantly torturing emotionally and brain-washed since childhood.

I am Muslim and a true muslim, who have enough knowledges of Islam and Holy Quran, by which I have never read any such things which contemplate muslims to hate non-muslims, infact Islam is the religion of Peace, integraty, brotherhood and loves.

What's your guiding question?

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 09:20:59 -0000

live every day as the last day of your life ? never do ( even trifles ) which shall cause you to apologies with people ,

a wintery night

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 10:33:13 -0000

A shabby shack
standing on grim barren land
a little penniless girl dwell
with her toiling mother and lazy father

at early, join her mother reluctantly
kicking away her joys, schools
scrabbling into heaps of garbages on streets
her boozy cruel father
burn their hard earnings in his drinks

she worried nothing but execrated wintery night
her body tremble severely
face wear a stern scowl
eyes drown into tears
as chilly wintery night
haunt into her sharp memory

use to spend nights by sitting
on icy floor spun into thin tattered sheet
in a open cramped, stinking room by the fire
crouch beside mother, slightly quivering
with rubbing hands, stewing by fire
gossiping, and compel naps
pass away their hard nights

-OWAIS

this poem " a wintery night " has genuinely concieved & devised by myself only, Hence please do not attempt to imitate for sale without my kind consent please do not.

When was the last time you were really listened to?

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 09:14:06 -0000

Apparently a good listener is a wiser person which most people admire largely. I read once," a good listener can only be a good conversationist and good learner ". hence I do try to follow it to my extent.
well my maa regularly teaches me something valued. today she taught me Owais always strive for Haq ( righteous deeds )