Mystic Sufi - Soufi Mystique

💞💜💞 C'est une erreur de croire que la pauvreté se résume à un manque d'argent. La véritable pauvreté est celle du cœur. Des poches vides peuvent un jour se remplir d'argent, mais il est difficile de remplir un cœur vide de sentiments et d'émotions. Pauvres sont les cœurs impitoyables et intolérants, dépourvus d'affection, de tranquillité et de compagnie. Ils sont comme un jardin dont les feuilles sont tombées, dont les roses se sont fanées sur leurs branches et dont le parfum s'est évanoui, les laissant désolés. Les cœurs qui ne donnent ni ne reçoivent d'amour sont morts, même s'ils battent encore de vie. Que le bien-être et le bonheur vous accompagnent toujours. ShazaAlabratt 💞💜💞

"I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being." — Hafiz 💐🌷💐 « J’aimerais pouvoir te montrer, lorsque tu es seul ou plongé dans les ténèbres, l’éclat extraordinaire de ton être. » — Hafiz 🌷💐🌷

💞💜💞 It is a mistake to think that poverty is merely a lack of money. True poverty lies in the poverty of the heart. Empty pockets may one day be filled with money, but empty hearts are difficult to fill with feelings and emotions. Poor are those hearts that are unforgiving and intolerant, devoid of affection, tranquility, and companionship. They are like a garden whose leaves have fallen, whose roses have withered on their branches, and whose fragrance has vanished, leaving them desolate. Hearts that neither give nor receive love are dead, even if they still beat with life. May you always be well and happy. ShazaAlabratt 💞💜💞

🍑🍒🍑 "The sincere Sufi becomes poor when he has wealth, is humble when he has power, and is hidden when he has fame." - Imam Abu al-Qasim 🍒🍑🍒

🍑🍒🍑 « Le soufi sincère est tombé pauvre quand il a la richesse, Est humble quand il a le pouvoir, Et est caché quand il a la renommée. » - Imam Aboul Qasim. 🍒🍑🍒

🦋🍀🦋 🌾 Kindness in Silence ⛈ An elderly, retired sheikh, receiving two pensions each month, decided to give one pension to a widow who had passed away, leaving her with children. Her situation was dire and miserable. This woman was his neighbor. He secretly transferred his second pension to her after arranging it with the postman (the financial distributor), telling him, "Give the woman a pension every month." The postman complied. As is often the case with neighbors, arguments and disputes arose between them. However, this woman was particularly hostile towards her elderly neighbor, accusing him of being stingy, claiming he had money but didn't give to charity. She would insult and curse him, and often unjustly assault him. Time passed, and the sheikh passed away. When the pension payment was due, the woman went to collect hers, but the postman told her there was nothing in her account. She argued with him and then filed a complaint against him in court. After investigation... The investigation revealed that the man who had been supporting and giving her charity was an elderly sheikh named so-and-so, who had since passed away. When the woman discovered the truth, she was shocked and deeply regretted it. (He treated her well in secret, while she treated him badly in public. His silence towards her was an act of kindness.) 🍀🦋🍀

🎋🌿🎋 At 82, one of the world's greatest writers tried to escape his wealth—and died for it. The photograph shows Leo Tolstoy dressed in simple peasant clothes. Coarse fabric. Ordinary boots. Nothing about his appearance suggested that he was one of the wealthiest aristocrats in Russia. But this wasn't a costume for the photographers. This was the life he had chosen—a decision that shocked his family and profoundly marked his final years. Born on September 9, 1828, into the Russian nobility, Tolstoy became one of history's greatest novelists. War and Peace and Anna Karenina transformed world literature, bringing him international fame and immense wealth. Yet, success brought him little peace. As he grew older, Tolstoy experienced a profound spiritual crisis. He questioned the meaning of wealth. He questioned power. He questioned his own life. Convinced that true Christianity demanded simplicity, compassion, and non-violence, he rejected the comforts of aristocratic life. He wore peasant clothes, worked alongside farmers, stopped hunting, became a vegetarian, and even learned to make his own boots. Above all, he wanted to give everything away. His land. His fortune. Even the royalties from his books. But one person strongly opposed this idea. His wife, Sophia Tolstaya. After decades of marriage and thirteen children, she felt she was protecting their family's future. Giving away the estate, she argued, would leave their children with nothing. What began as a disagreement gradually became one of the most painful conflicts in their marriage. Tolstoy felt trapped between his conscience and his responsibilities. Sophia felt abandoned by the man she had supported for decades. Neither of them believed they were in the wrong. By 1910, the tension had become unbearable. On the night of October 28, at the age of 82, Tolstoy quietly left his estate. He took only a few belongings. His dream was simple: To spend the rest of his life as an ordinary pilgrim, finally free from wealth and privilege. But his body could no longer keep pace with his convictions. Traveling in the cold Russian autumn, he fell gravely ill. His journey ended at a small railway station called Astapovo. Doctors were summoned. Journalists arrived from all over the world. His family rushed to his bedside. On November 20, 1910, Leo Tolstoy died there—just days after leaving the life he had spent decades trying to escape. His story never had a simple ending. Some call him a hypocrite because he never completely relinquished his fortune. Others see him as a man who spent his final years honestly struggling against the gap between his ideals and reality. What is undeniable, however, is his influence. His writings inspired Mahatma Gandhi in his philosophy of nonviolent resistance. They later influenced the thinking of Martin Luther King Jr. and many others who believed that moral courage could change the world. Tolstoy never claimed to have found perfect answers. He simply refused to stop searching for them. He spent his life writing about the struggle between conscience and comfort. Then he spent his last days living this struggle himself. He didn't die because he had stopped believing. He died still trying. Caravaneculture 🎋🌿🎋

🌤☄🌤 Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Either alone or with someone very close to you, create time and space in the morning or evening, to join the sun as it crosses over the threshold in its daily cycle. Livingsufism ☄🌤☄ Préférez-vous les levers ou les couchers de soleil ? Seul ou accompagné d’un être cher, prenez le temps, le matin ou le soir, de contempler le soleil franchir le seuil de son cycle quotidien. Livingsufism ☄🌤☄