FROM “THE LIGHT WHICH DESCENDED ON THE DESERT”

The dinner table… around which the Prophets of Allah are seated… And at the head of this dinner table… is You!

The truth of humanity… The secret… The most crucial secret of the universe… And the peerless human, in whose truth creation reaches its final frontier… In this truth, the creation ends, but Allah does not begin. And it is you!

The Creator… And His most heavenly work… The human whom the unique Creator created at the top of the massive pyramid of humanity and at its highest summit… You!

Yes, You!

Allah, in whom you made me believe, and Who made you believe in me, spoke to you in your own language, and said:

“Without you, without you I would not have created the worlds!”

I believe in you, with the endless guidance of these words of Allah!

Those who believed in you, who believe and shall believe, are like the sand on the seashore… And I am just a grain of sand in this infinite mass.

All those who believe in you are watching you from where they stand, through the glass of the possibility of sight and knowledge, as if they are observing an exquisite view over a high wall. And I praise Allah that He showed you to this grain of sand through the scorching window of confidence of cognition, for which I have suffered for so long.

I really wish I were a grain of sand which was able to kiss your heel just once...!

Yes...!

I believe that Allah has created you not only as His messenger and Prophet who guides us to the ‘main path’, but also for the universe; He has created you to circle around this most heavenly work and to be created for His respect, with all its space and stars, time and place, distances and directions, its living and non-living, material and non-material things.

You; the first and the last Light of Existence, to whom Allah presented the whole creation in honour of your existence!

I am a poet …

The day I decided that the aim of art is only to search for Allah, to organize torchlight processions richer than dreams in the darkness of the world of the unknown, which is His secret land, I felt a lasso of “absolute truth” around my neck. This lasso pulled me and stopped me before you.

- This is the gate; all other gates are closed!

At the time this happened, you became everything for me.

O, doleful Prophet, who never laughed in his life; I could show this miracle alone as the one I admire most...! 

O, the owner of the Pond of Qawser (the river in heaven), with drops like rough seas and lights that play, upon which the whole universe floats...!

O, the horizon, the horizon of humankind...!

You are human as we are. You are a human who is not more advanced than us, whilst we are far from humanity to the degree we do not know you.

Therefore, in whatever meaning, repeating your name is one thousand times more sacred than repeating our breath…Breathing without you and being unaware of you is to breathe non-existence, not to breathe of existence…

I am your prisoner! And for me, the ultimate extent of freedom is being the prisoner of truth.

Those who want to find this freedom as a human should become a prisoner of truth! And for me, you are the truth himself!

Eventually, the sole method of approaching you who are unreachable and to clearly see you who are invisible is as follows:

To be completely paralyzed and blinded by the thunder of love coming from above, then to fly and see with the lightness and ease which grants us a pair of wings and eyes that gleam throughout the body.

Has not the angel who represents the ultimate point of mind told you in Sidratu’l Munteha:

- There is no way beyond here! I will burn if I pass!

- How then, one can pass beyond here?

- With love...!

And you flew and reached the most private corner of the Divine reunion.

Using the methods, with Allah’s permission, you used to reach Allah, Who is unreachable, we may try to reach you who are unattainable. This is the only way to approach you...!

In this regard, you are constant and absolute, like the sun rising from certain points all over the earth. However, again, you are infinite and unlimited, like a candle between facing mirrors; in you everyone shall reflect their spirit with new and different lights every moment...!

You, You, You; the unique colour which shall never fade; the uniquely new and that which never fades!

Pray to Allah Who calls you “my beloved!” that He will accept the prayer of this sufferer of art who has no other goal than losing himself in your world of mystery in order to demonstrate what the greatest artistry is...!

You; who, with the will of Allah, carries the crown of intercession for all humanity and who sits on the throne of the followers and the whole of humanity, including those who accept and who do not...!

Intercede for the son of Abdulbaki Fazil, Ahmet Fazil, the most miserable beggar among those unfortunate ones who beg intercession from you...!