Living Islam Today
A Magazine for Muslim Americans
Vol. 1 Issue 1           Spring 1420/ 2000



In the name of Allah, the Compassionate Source of All Mercy

          When the first light of the morning sun races in upon our dormant hearts, there is reason for joy. A man or woman at ease with the world is indeed, a rare thing.  Men compete with each other to build something that will endure in a world made of shifting sand. Joy is a castle made for another world. The light of that other world sometimes streaks down upon our sleeping senses and pulsates with the power of a thousand suns. With that light comes hope and with that hope comes release from our earthly toil.
          We live in times that are decisive. The words that fall from the careless lips of leaders cause wars and disasters to befall multitudes of the innocent, while the smile of one saint or sinner moves people to action, but whether for good or bad is not always known.  Such it is that what we do today will affect the course of thousands of generations yet to come. 
          Who is it that will think so far ahead as to make a thousand years from now a little better? Who sees beyond their tiny moment in this earthly sun into the reflection of Divine light that transcends the ages? Who will water their seed of Eman and grow a root that will live on and never die?
          As Mir Mu'izzi said, "Written on the pages of Earth and sky, the line, 'Therefore take heed, you who have eyes.'"
Living Islam Today
By Yahiya Emerick

"The light of that other world sometimes streaks down upon our sleeping senses and pulsates with the power of a thousand suns."

 As the small boy grew older, she scraped together what money she could and sent him to the local school where he could learn to read and write. While he was there, he would study the Qur'an, Shar'iah, math, Arabic and poetry. He turned out to be an excellent student and he learned quickly.
          One day, while he was reading the Qur'an he came across an ayah in which Allah said, "Be thankful to Me and be thankful to your parents."  Bayazid read this ayah a second time and then thought about what it meant. He closed the book and immediately ran back to his mother.  
         Now because he came home early from school, his mother became worried. She asked him, "What's wrong, my son? Did you run away from school? Is there something that happened?"
"No, mother," Bayazid answered. "I read an ayah from the Holy Qur'an today that said we have to be thankful to Allah and to our parents. This made me a little worried. I'm not real strong so how can I serve two masters? Mother, either keep me in your service or give me up in the service of Allah."
          His mother paused for a second and smiled. Then she immediately grasped his hands in hers and said, "My son, I dedicate you to the service of Allah. To me, if you serve Allah you're serving me, too."
          Bayazid smiled and returned to school with a new heart for his studies and a new attitude. Everyone noticed the change in him, and his teachers marveled over how he seemed to pour himself into his studies from that day forward.  He began to come to school early to read and left long after all the other students had gone. 

Bayazid Bustami

A long time ago there was one such person whose eyes, indeed, saw the reality of life. He was a young boy named Bayazid Bustami. He was born in Persia, an ancient land of plains, mountains and poetry.  Being the only son of a poor, widowed mother, he was the light of her eyes and she rested all her hopes for the future on him. She dedicated her life to giving him the best she could, but because she was poor, she couldn't afford much.
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