-
Becoming a Master Perfumer’s Apprentice
I will teach you the meaning of perfume, he said. You have to start with a name. Name is everything. Will you smell this, he gave me a smallbrown bottle to tell him whats inside? Yes you are right, it isCocoa , now will you try this second one. Something in me was telling me that I know this smell, it was pleasing to senses and homy, but I was not able to name it. It took me more than a little while to finally recall it was the smell of coffee (and for some reason it reminded me of my last morning coffee…
-
Konya Flashbacks….
“But is it really possible to find beauty in the most imperfect of things” asked the novice Sufi to his Sufi Master. The Master smiled. In that smile, were images of years and years of memories, of joyful and sad experiences, of lost and re-found love, of hopeful desires and fearful reasons. The Master remembered his own time years back when he was young and asked the grandmaster a similar question on how to find true happiness when all things are so imperfect. He remembered his own disillusions and then the moments of epiphany where he finally realized, it’s not about finding happiness in life but creating it and often with…
-
The tavern of my mind
The Sufi was the last person to enter the tavern. There had been a fierce argument going on the table of wisdom. Feelings showing their emotions, passions seeking their ideals, imagination was skyrocketing here and there with a total disregard of the achieved harmony and balance in life, and rationality speaking more with fears than with hope. All of them were trying to convince the self that they know better and that the self should follow their preferred way. For the owner of the tavern, it was one of those days when he had to worry about broken chairs and wounded faces, though he also knew in the deepest corners…
-
The wedding night (Sheb-e-Arus)
For no apparent reason today i immersed my self with the Oudh and sandalwood oil i bought from the perfume souq in Dubai, and burned the incense all over my apartment .No apparent reason, just an urge coming from the hidden corners of my heart. And then i found out that today is 17th December, the wedding night of my beloved Rumi…..How can i forget that. I have to prepare for the “Sema” and I thought i should do it on a much bigger scale this time within my mind. (The sema is a ritual followers of Rumi perform to celebrate Rumi’s reunion with his beloved). So little by little,…
