My master, Ya Abul Huda- Ya Abul Huda, how beautiful is your blessed face; but there is no surprise, for you descend from the most beautiful of all... Ya Abul Huda, how beautiful is your walk; but there is still no shock, for your walk is in accordance to the most perfect one... Ya Abul Huda, how beautiful is your smile and how can it not be when it is only present to follow the tradition of the best exemplar... Ya Abul Huda, after witnessing such things, how can I not see that you are annihilated in the love of the messenger of Allāh... ﷺ Because of this the mere mention of your name, leaves my heart in awe... Sitting under your iron gaze brings me closer to my lord... Listening to your powerful voice invoke, leaves me in ecstasy... Ya Abul Huda, my words are little and show not even a trace of your true state... You are a lover, a saint and a gnostic of your Lord, Allāh ﷻ You are my king and I am a beggar at your door, I take from you whatever I can, but you give to me much more than I deserve... Ya Sayyidi, ya Abul Huda ! I pray to Allāh ﷻ that he keeps my heart connected with yours and that he purifies my heart through yours and allows me to inherit from you and through you: adab, light, wisdom and knowledge beyond measure... (Ameen). - A poor and weak soul of a lover of his master Muhammad Abul Huda Al Yaqoubi.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 09:09:13 +0000
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