Friday, 26 August 2016


Rabia Basri is one of the amazing women of old times.
She is widely considered a Muslim saint and Sufi mystic.

More than 5 years ago I wrote a little poem about her:
(The purpose of this blog post was not to share the poem,
but to share a quote that i read from her, 
so please read on beyond the poem)

Unconditional love always wins

There was a girl, named Rabia
Captured by vicious men
Sold as slave at a very tender age
Imagine, if you can

Work was tough
Hard, early until late, every day
The master was rough
Bad temper was his way

The master came home quite late one night
He could hear from Rabia’s room some noise
He was concerned, went nearer
It was a whispering voice

He was curious to whom his servant
Would still talk to so late at night
He went to the window to see
And could not believe the sight

The girl he treated rough and hard
Was sitting there to pray
Asking blessings for her master
From the Creator of night and day.

Through his heart, a remorseful wave:
Who was he to treat this saintly girl as slave
He set Rabia from slavehood free
A true saint, she went on to be 

"O God! if I worship Thee in fear of Hell, burn me in Hell; 
and if I worship Thee in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise; 
but if I worship Thee for Thine own sake, withhold not thine everlasting beauty."

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