with awe and astonishment.
“How did he know?” we were wondering. “How did he come from Cyprus just for this? What kind of saint is he? How did he know that time so precisely? What kind of secret was he carrying in his heart? What kind of perfect saint is he, who knows things that people cannot know?”
The secret he carries is a result of Allah’s love and mercy to him. Allah authorized him with that power and prescience, because he maintained his sincerity and piety and loyalty to Allah’s religion, and kept his obligations and his prayers, and honored His Holy Qur’an.
He is like all saints of the Naqshbandi Order before him, like all saints of other orders before him, like his grandfathers Sayyidina `Abdul Qadir Jilani and Sayyidina Jalaluddin Rumi, and like Muhyideen Ibn ‘Arabi who followed and preserved the tradition of Islam for 1400 years.
We were caught between two emotions. On the one hand we cried for our father’s passing, and on the other we were happy with our master and what he had done for our father. His coming to take care of our father at his last breath was a gesture we will never forget, and was a blessed miracle written with words of light.
He washed his body with his holy hands, covered him with a shroud, and buried him with his holy hands. Having accomplished his task he took a flight back to Cyprus the very same day.
~bron~
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