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The Answering

Khalid Mukhtar · September 24, 2023 · Leave a Comment

As I write this post, we are in session 3 of the Tafsir of Surah Al-Rahmān with Shaykh Amin at Darul Qasim College. During the first session – that was two Sundays ago – we came upon verse 13, the first instance of the oft-repeated ayah that is a hallmark of this surah:

فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

Then which of your Lord’s favors will you (both) deny?

Shaykh Amin read it out loud, translated it and then proceeded to answer it in English:

“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. I thought to myself, “That’s interesting. The Shaykh answered the question.”

Verse 16 had the second instance of that ayah. Shaykh Amin once again read it out loud and again, he answered it: “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. This time, I confess that in the deepest recesses of my mind, I oh-so-shamelessly thought to myself, “Okay, this is sort of stupid.”

Verse 18. He did it again. “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. And I thought, “Hmm. Maybe I’m the stupid one. I better start listening closer.”

I only said this to myself because the one thing I have come to learn from attending these Tafsir sessions, the first of which I attended twenty-two years ago, is that nothing is accidental or haphazard in the mind of a mufassir. Not one thing. So I started listening… very closely.

The Shaykh did this for every single instance of فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ. “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he would say in response.

You may already have some idea as to why the Shaykh was doing this. I had a faint idea myself. But then, it is one thing to talk about how good a brand of ice cream is, and quite another to eat it. So, bear with me.

Through sessions 1, 2 and 3, which happened today, we waded through the earthly elements in the creation of man, the thaqalān that are mankind and jinnkind, the travels of Ibn Batuta, insights into the industry of mariners, the perpetual supplication of all creation to Allah, moods in the Arabic language, the hard-to-reach meaning of the word Sultān in the classical lughah, and much, much more, each worthy of analysis and reflection by those way more qualified than I. And each time the refrain (if I may loosely call it that) was articulated, the Shaykh said, “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.” It had now reached the point that I started to move my lips in sync with his response, much like one does when one hears their favorite song and knows exactly when to come in.

“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.”

Finally, the explanation arrived today. It came, as always, when least expected. It was delivered with the trademark nonchalance of the Shaykh, as if he were reminding you to add a pinch of salt to the stew, but it’s okay if you don’t do it. It came upon me like a wave I was waiting for, the one that does not just cool my ankles, but washes the space between my toes clean, so much so that no sand remains, and I can now walk away from the shore, a little.

Shaykh Amin said, and I quote him verbatim.

“Being intimidated is a favor also. That you’re left in awe. It prevents you from being stupid.”

Stupid? He was talking to me now. This was the nugget I was seeking. I understand I may be belaboring the obvious, so I have nothing but apologies to offer to those of you who think so, but for those who find therapy when they stare into the air, stay with me. I have more.

Consider the scenario of a parent who is speaking to their child curled up in their lap. “I bought you that toy. I got you that candy bar. I took you on the carousel. Round we spun. We had such fun. You know I gave you everything you asked for, right? So when I say go to bed, you have to go to bed.”

The child does not bother answering the rhetorical question, “You know I gave you everything you asked for, right?” That is because of the tone of the conversation and the fiber of the relationship at play.

Now, consider the scenario of a King, a sovereign, who is speaking to a soldier from the ranks. Not a general, but a First Lieutenant or maybe a Captain at most. The king is in his chamber, and his servant soldier is in his presence, keenly aware of all the king’s favors upon him.. The king’s back is to his servant. He is looking out a window. And he speaks as such. “I gave you your family, your home, your livelihood, your very rank. Which of my favors will you deny?”

That is a rhetorical question. It needs no answer. The silence of the servant is answer enough. The king will resume his speech shortly. But the one act that would humble the servant more and raise his Lord even more in stature would be to answer although it is not needed, to show one’s haplessness before the master, to expose one’s sillinesses, to be not cool but rather the bumbling servant.

“I don’t deny any of your favors, my Lord.” is not speaking out of turn. It is embracing the apparent silliness with such profundity that it serves to add to the rhetorical dialog. Where the king says, “I am your Lord,” the servant replies, “I am your servant.”

Anyone who has grown up in the east has experienced this dynamic between “maalik” and “khaadim” – master and servant. The rest will have to take my word for it.

Of the two scenarios presented above, the former has a jamāli tone, while the latter has a jalāli tone. (This is also from session 3.) Surah Al-Rahman is predominantly jamāli but has its jalāli qualities. 

“It is (also) part of His Rahmaniyyah that the criminal will be found guilty and the sinner will be punished.”

In the oft-repeated refrain and Shaykh Amin’s reply to it, is a testament to the traditional art of tafsīr. The adab of a mufassir is built into his tafsīr. The purpose of the surah is to humble the reader. We must realize through the reading that each of us – a speck of humanity, shameless sinner, ungrateful servant, basking in worldly comforts we know we don’t deserve – each of us must be humble..

In being intimidated by فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ is all the rahmah we need. What better way to manifest that khashyah than unfailingly reply:

“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.”

The shuyukh of guidance saw (see) themselves as in perpetual need of Allah’s assistance. Their humility is not fake. But maybe WE should fake it till we make it in the absence of any other plan to save our souls.

May Allah cover our sins and guide us back home to Him where the journey ends and whence life begins.

The Sixth of Rabi Al-Awwal

Khalid Mukhtar · September 22, 2023 · Leave a Comment

Some days it feels the journey isn’t worth it
Those are the days to dig your heels in deep
And if you need a sign look to the earth, it
Keeps going while the going’s there to keep
So take a breath my Qasimi sojourner
And give your weary eye a little rest
Seek out your willow that will shade a learner
Whose body mind and soul are in the quest
Think to when he the best of all creation
Reclined against that old devoted tree
His face supplying all the recreation
That his companions would ever need
    May leisure quench your spirit yielding strength
    To grow and serve throughout the journey’s length

Tuesday is Garbage Day

Khalid Mukhtar · September 20, 2023 · Leave a Comment

Lonely? How can you be lonely when you’re not alone!
Desperate? How can you despair if you’re able to breathe!
Grieving? Tears for that.
Happy? Laugh and be glad.
Angry? Sit down. Takes the sea to extinguish the sun.
Bored? That’s on you, and we’re done.

Wings

Khalid Mukhtar · September 16, 2023 · Leave a Comment

You’ve locked yourself inside a cage of gold
And thrown the key into the flaming sun
It’s burning yet you feel the dark and cold
Afraid to see the things you have become

But souls are birds that cages cannot settle
The wings of faith can cut through any metal

That

Khalid Mukhtar · September 15, 2023 · Leave a Comment

That
Gush of wind

That
Blade of grass

That
Breath of air

That
Has to pass

So
What is next

May
Come to be

Such
Is Divine

Crea-
tivity

He
Is with you

One
Everywhere

You’re
Fragmented

Lost
In the air

Know
He’s with you

Al-
Ways with you

That
Is more true

Than
You are you

That

The Dinner

Khalid Mukhtar · September 14, 2023 · Leave a Comment

The prophet stood up in his mosque
“Will someone entertain my guest?”
A hand went up and that’s how it
Began

The man - he rushed home to his wife
“A guest is coming home tonight”
Alarmed, she said “we only have
A bite”

He thought for one moment or two
A plan emerging in his mind
Looked at his wife and said “Here’s what
We’ll do

“Let’s kiss the children off to bed
That sleep their hunger douse, then we’ll
Turn down the lamps as we sit to
The spread

“And wife, we will pretend to chew
With skill, we will put on a show
So that our guest who has his fill
Won’t know”

And thus they carried out their plan
The guest arrived and ate the bread
Then left, the couple prayed and went 
To bed

The night went by, the day arrived
The Prophet saw the man and cried
With joy from news that came on angel
Wings

For one attracted by the nūr
Had found the good companion’s house
And saw the wealth a humble servant
brings

Knots

Khalid Mukhtar · September 8, 2023 · Leave a Comment

You're broken and sad
And feeling quite bad
The tears spring forth from a sigh

Your chest is constricted
Your lips cannot stop
A whimper becoming a cry

This grief comes like rain
And falls where it falls
E'en deserts get their share of showers

Take heart in the faith
That this too shall pass
In seconds or minutes or hours

The prophets were tested
Like no one before
So know that your grief is a trial

In shukr and hamd
Send salawāt galore
Upon him for a little while

On His Baldness

Khalid Mukhtar · September 5, 2023 · Leave a Comment

Why so much love for them that part from you
They give no thought to how they’ve grieved your mind
Such love for things that leave the way they do
But not for them that choose to stay behind
Don’t shun the shine upon your blessed bean
God’s plan is in all things that shed and fall
Be hair or fur or leaves that once were green
They all submit obeying nature’s call
So why so sad my khalid at this loss
When all it really is, is wholesome gain
You know that your beloved won’t be cross
If you yourself have chosen to remain
  Some surfaces are meant to be some day
  A field of cranium for children’s play

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