Woh kaun tha jo mujhe gham shanas lagta tha?Kahan se aaya tha woh? Sehra ki pyas lagta tha
Thaka thaka sa musafir tha gham ki rahon ka
Bahar mein bhi woh aksar udas lagta tha
Where did he come from? He was familiar with pain
Where did he come from? He looked thirty like desert
He was a worn out wayfarer of life full of pain
Even in spring we was mostly full of agony
I can clearly identify myself in these two couplets.
The pain is the pain that every Muslim should feel.
The real pain is the pain of ousting from Jannah.
Pain of Adam is the pain of believers. Muslims.
It might look like worldly pain but in reality it is spiritual pain only.
It looks like worldly pain because you are writhing in pain because of having lost your beautiful house - Jannah.
In reality it is spiritual pain because Jannah is behind the curtain and we believe in it because of our faith.
Sufis call it pain of Allah SWT. The pain of separation from Allah SWT.
This pain is necessary because otherwise we would not have known about, for example, Hazrat Ibrahim AS, Hazrat Musa AS and Rasoolallah SAW.
Rumi RA tells us about the same pain in
Bishnav az nay chun shikayat mikunad
v-az juda'iha hikayat mikunad
Listen to the flute, how she complains
She is explaining the reason of separation
The flute has a painful voice. Why? Because she is rending her heart out because of her separation from the reed.
That is the pain of separation. Maulana Rumi is using this pain as a metaphor for our separation from Allah SWT via our exit from Jannah.
There is another Hindi couplet (Doha) of similar import:
Patta toota ped se
Legayi pawan uday
Abke bichhde kab milein
Door pade hain jaay
The leaf broke away from the tree
The wind blew it away
When will we meet again?
There is vast separation now
This distance and break is simply heart breaking.
If we go to the first two couplets of this note then we realize the significance of the sentiments in them.
We are ina state of pain where we do not even know that we are in pain.
And if we know that we are in pain we do not know the source of this pain.
In such a situation it is such a consolation if we find a fellow traveller.
Who knows and feels the pain.
Who is worn out by the same pain.
You wonder who is he.
You wonder where he has come from.
You do not know him but he is more dear to you than your immediate people because he is familiar with your pain.
He feels the same pain.
The same pain has worn him out.
He is in agony even in spring.
He is suddenly so beloved to you.
And in such asituation if you have the following feeling also then the circle seems like completeing:
Hum aa gaye kahan par
Ye kis ka dayar hai
Pehlu se dil pukara
Ye hee koo-e-yaar hai
Where have we reached?
Whose house it is?
From the side heart assured
This is friend's home.
In this world Sirat-ul-Mustaqeem, the Straight Path, is the home of our friend.
We have to take care of ourselves, our family and the whole Ummah of Rasoolallah SAW.
If Rasoolallah SAW was not free from worldly worries then why should we seek freedom from responsibilities of similar kind?
That is my pain. That is my journey.
All my brothers and sisters are invited to be my fellow travellers.