They say, become a Muslim, become a believer in Islam, obey God and cut off your life from everything and become one who relies only on the commandments of Allah. But ask the creator! What did he do? Know the truth, he did not do anything, but what he did was corrupted, deprived of heart and deprived of humanity, devoid of pain and devoid of dedication. The sign came, the face and face appeared in a new form, the manner of dressing and the manner of walking became something else, but he did not become what he should have been, a believer who would be made drunk by tears and shed in the remembrance of Allah. Eat a wound and it smells of obedience, color of love and a flood of enthusiasm, such people have become, but this story is from the past, it belongs to this time; That when people used to have hearts in their chests, be it the first century or many centuries after that, if you just give voice to those centuries, the entire Mekda will be present as if a cinema is playing on a screen, every The image is clear and clean, the path from the body to the heart will be found, the spirit of obedience with joys and pleasures will open up like an endless roaring sea, you will begin to flow, you will begin to swim, the flavor of life will be fresh. It will happen, you will start laying the chessboard of dreams on the world, you will be ready to write a new text of victory and success, and everything that you cannot even imagine will happen.
That Muslim of today is nothing except that he has named himself Muhammad and Ahmad, he does not know the secret of the harvest, he is ignorant of the head, he is unconcerned about the strength of faith, he is ignorant of the orbit of humanity. Yes, he is crazy about the brightness, he is the lover of every burning candle and every toil from which the masts dance on his nerves, hum, take him in his arms and swing him in the swing of desires; It is a strange situation that the world strikes at his faith and the depth of his faith, it has no meaning, wealth, fame and lust are now the total of man, who considers the first century as his ideal and his life. Those who follow in their footsteps are now looking for this branch, where their desires are nested, where their desires are implemented, now the difference between the Kaaba and the idol is being erased.
The neighboring Haram is also crazy about sanam houses, and people who worship sanam say the sanctity of the sanctum sanctorum. Now everything is a myth, a pain, and the story is short, of a rebellion against faith and of a hot market in the name of faith - crazy people are selling everywhere, Yusuf is being bid in public, there is a crowd of buyers, now it really is like this. It seems that the price of tears is dying, and the story of love continues to cry, right and wrong are becoming muddled, and values and good name have been covered by the queen of lust. Make and scale from wounds.
