Qalb Quotes

Each person is born with an unencumbered spot, free of expectation and regret, free of ambition and embarrassment, free of fear and worry; an umbilical spot of grace where we were each first touched by God. It is this spot of grace that issues peace. Psychologists call this spot the Psyche, Theologians call it the Soul, Jung calls it the Seat of the Unconscious, Hindu masters call it Atman, Buddhists call it Dharma, Rilke calls it Inwardness, Sufis call it Qalb, and Jesus calls it the Center of our Love. To know this spot of Inwardness is to know who we are, not by surface markers of identity, not by where we work or what we wear or how we like to be addressed, but by feeling our place in relation to the Infinite and by inhabiting it. This is a hard lifelong task, for the nature of becoming is a constant filming over of where we begin, while the nature of being is a constant erosion of what is not essential. Each of us lives in the midst of this ongoing tension, growing tarnished or covered over, only to be worn back to that incorruptible spot of grace at our core. When the film is worn through, we have moments of enlightenment, moments of wholeness, moments of Satori as the Zen sages term it, moments of clear living when inner meets outer, moments of full integrity of being, moments of complete Oneness. And whether the film is a veil of culture, of memory, of mental or religious training, of trauma or sophistication, the removal of that film and the restoration of that timeless spot of grace is the goal of all therapy and education. Regardless of subject matter, this is the only thing worth teaching: how to uncover that original center and how to live there once it is restored. We call the filming over a deadening of heart, and the process of return, whether brought about through suffering or love, is how we unlearn our way back to God

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon Mede Farz Fareezay, Hajj, Zakataan Soum Salaat Azaan Vi Toon Meri Zohd Ibadat Ta’at Taqwa Ilm Vi Toon Irfan Vi Toon Mera Zikr Vi Toon Meda Fikr Vi Toon Mera Zouq Vi Toon Wajdan Vi Toon Meda Sanwal Mithra Shaam Saloona Mun Mohan Janaan Vi Toon Meda Murshid Haadi Peer Tareeqat Shaikh Haqaa’iq Daan Vi Toon Meda Aas Ummed Te Khattaya Wattaya Takia Maan Taran Vi Toon Mera Dharam Vi Toon Meda Bharam Vi Toon Meda Sharam Vi Toon Meda Shaan Vi Toon Meda Dukh Sukh Ro’wan Khilan Vi Toon Meda Dard Vi Toon Darmaan Vi Toon Meda Khushiyan Da Asbaab Vi Toon Mede Soolaan Da Samaan Vi Toon Mera Husn Te Bhaag Suhaag Vi Toon Meda Bakht Te Naam Nishaan Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon

An individual enters the final stages of the Way when the nafs begins to release its grip on the qalb, thus allowing the ruh—which is present in all humanity, but is cloaked in the veil of the self—to absorb the qalb as though it were a drop of dew plunged into a vast, endless sea. When this occurs, the individual achieves fana: ecstatic, intoxicating self-annihilation. This is the final station along the Sufi Way.

Suspicion in the heart that affects one’s thoughts and opinion of another person is considered backbiting of the heart (ghībat al-qalb). This

Apprendre que l'organe subtil, qu'on appelle le cœur, pour autant qu'il est un organe subtil, se retourne d'un état à un autre comme l'eau qui prend la couleur du vase, et le ciel la couleur de la montagne qâf. On l'a donc nommé cœur (qalb) à cause de son retournement (inqilâb).

Le triangle droit se rapporte proprement au Principe ; mais, quand il est inversé par reflet dans la manifestation, le regard de l’œil qu’il contient apparaît en quelque sorte comme dirigé « vers le bas », c’est-à-dire du Principe vers la manifestation elle-même, et, outre son sens général d’« omniprésence », il prend alors plus nettement la signification spéciale de « Providence ». D’autre part, si ce reflet est envisagé plus particulièrement dans l’être humain, on doit noter que la forme du triangle inversé n’est autre que le schéma géométrique du cœur* [*En arabe, le cœur est qalb, et « inversé » se dit maqlûb, mot qui est un dérivé de la même racine. ] ; l’œil qui est en son centre est alors proprement l’« œil du cœur » (aynul-qalb de l’ésotérisme islamique), avec toutes les significations qui y sont impliquées. De plus, il convient d’ajouter que c’est par là que, suivant une autre expression connue, le cœur est « ouvert » (el-qalbul-maftûh) ; cette ouverture, œil ou iod, peut être figurée symboliquement comme une « blessure ». LXXII : L’Œil qui voit tout

Dari sudut Islam selagi psikologi moden tidak mengakui dan mengiktiraf bahawa manusia adalah ciptaan Allah SWT dan masalah jiwa pada dasarnya dari ketidakupayaan hati (al-qalb) mempunyai hubungan dengan Penciptanya, selagi itulah psikologi akan gagal memberi penyelesaian yang memuaskan terhadap krisis jiwa manusia moden.

An individual enters the final stages of the Way when the nafs begins to release its grip on the qalb, thus allowing the ruh—which is present in all humanity, but is cloaked in the veil of the self—to absorb the qalb as though it were a drop of dew plunged into a vast, endless sea. When this occurs, the individual achieves fana: ecstatic, intoxicating self-annihilation. This is the final station along the Sufi Way. It is here, at the end of the journey, when the individual has been stripped of his ego, that he becomes one with the Universal Spirit and achieves unity with the Divine. Although

So then where is the kingdom of God in man? It is in the heart. That is heaven. That is God. The heart is the station of God. All that matters is there. This is where God, the soul, and the light of wisdom exist. This is a temple of God which is formed as an atom within an atom, heart within the heart, the qalb within the qalb. It is within what is within. It cannot be destroyed by the five elements. You must understand this. It can never be destroyed...(p. 96)

Sad qalb ham baraaye resaandan-e hameye eshq-e man be to kheili kam ast.” “What does that mean in Farsi?” She looked up at him shyly, and he caught his breath. “A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you,” she admitted. If you keep saying things like that, I’ll fall in love with you more.

I left South High School thinking that qalb and heart were one and the same. I used one word to refer to a muscle in my body and the concept of falling in love and the idea of what it takes to raise a family or to teach an entire classroom full of teenagers from around the world, and the students from the Middle East would use one single word for all of that, too. Qalb and heart seemed identical. Then I looked up qalb on Google Translate one weekend, while the kids were missing me and I was missing the kids. When I asked Google to change “heart” into Arabic, it gave qalb, as expected. But when I asked Google to switch qalb into English, I got heart, center, middle, transformation, conscience, core, marrow, pith, pulp, gist, essence, quintessence, topple, alter, flip, tip, overturn, reversal, overthrow, capsize, whimsical, capricious, convert, change, counterfeit. In addition, the word meant: substance, being, pluck. I am in love with this word, I thought. What is all this movement about? My own concept of heart did not include flip, capsize, or reverse. Our two cultures did not have the same idea of what was happening at the core of our beings. There was something reified and stolid about my sense of heart, whereas the idea of heart that these kids possessed appeared to have a lighter, more nimble quality. Whatever it was, qalb seemed more fluid and less constrained than anything I had imagined happening inside of me.

The world was offering us its refugees, due to wars we started ourselves, conflicts we helped to fund, violence we had tacitly condoned, or fights in which we had played no part. Did we want to say a casual no thanks? Was that how we wanted to live, while we had our spate of time on this earth? And if we did choose to live that way, closed- minded and hard- hearted, then what was going on with our qalb (heart)?

The fall of man is the result of the blinding of the ‘eye of the heart’ (chashm-i dil or ‘ayn al-qalb), which alone sees with the vision of gnosis.