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CHAPTER 5
MY INITIATION IN SUFISM
'He breathes not the fragrance of divine mysteries whose head is warmed by
his heart.' - Wali.
My interest in Sufism made me very friendly with the dervishes. I learned to love
the sweetness of their nature and the innate perfume of their manner of using music
as the food of the soul.
I began at first to imitate their habits and methods, and spent a few hours in silence
every day. Once in a dream I saw a great gathering of prophets, saints, and sages, all
clad in their Sufi garments, rejoicing in the Sama' or music of the dervishes. I was
absorbed into their blissful state of ecstasy, and when I was aroused I still felt the
exultation my vision had brought to me. After this I heard continually, waking or
sleeping, an unknown voice which cried to me, 'Allahu Akbar!' God is great!
I also had visions of a most haunting and spiritual face, radiant with light, during
my concentration in the silence, which heightened my interest in mysticism still
more, especially as I could not divine its meaning. I feared to ask for its significance
lest others might laugh at my fancy and ridicule it. At last, when I could no longer
control my impatience, I described my golden vision to a friend who was also a lover
of the mystical, and begged him for an interpretation.
He answered that the dream was a symbol of my initiation into the Sufi Order of
Chishtiyya Khandan, and the words I heard were the crying of Haqq or truth, while
the vision was the image of my spiritual guide and protector. He also advised me to
undergo the initiation of Sufism, although I had always considered myself
undeserving of initiation in that Brotherhood of Purity. But I had a little courage,
hoping I might at least be used as a waste-paper basket is employed for torn scraps
of wisdom, which would quite suffice me. I visited several Murshids with this
purpose, but they made no response, although I had the privilege of studying their
various views and methods of teaching.
Thus I learned to know four true kinds of masters and four false ones. Among the
true I saw first the one who would never answer the appeal of a seeker until he was
fully prepared. The second kind would not initiate anyone until a long and trying
period of probation had been undergone by the disciple. The third, in order to keep
away undesirable adherents, would make himself appear so utterly disagreeable
that everyone would run away at the sight of him. And the fourth would so disguise
himself to escape the praise and publicity of the world that none would believe for a
moment that he was truly a Murshid.
Among the false teachers I first met the hypocrite, who increases the number of his
adherents by telling most wonderful stories and showing them tricks of phenomena.
The second apostate was pious, disguising his infirmities and failings under the
cloak of morality and always busy with worship and prayer. The third was the
money-taking master, who eagerly seized upon every opportunity of emptying the
pockets of his pupils. The fourth was he who was greedy for the adoration, worship
and servility of his followers.
This experience of different Murshids prepared me for the ideal master, and after
six months of continual searching I chanced to visit an old and revered
acquaintance, Maulana Khairulmubin, to whom I confided my desire to embrace
Sufism.
While reflecting on the matter he suddenly received a telepathic message that his
friend, a great Murshid, was about to come to him. He at once arranged a seat of
honor, placing cushions upon it, and walked towards the gate in order to bid him
welcome.
After a period of suspense the Pir-o-Murshid entered, bringing with him a very
great sense of light. As all those present greeted him, bowing down in their humility,
it seemed to me all at once that I had seen him before, but where I could not recall.
At last, after gazing at him earnestly, I remembered that his was the face, which so
persistently haunted me during my silence. The proof of this was manifested as soon
as his eyes fell on me. He turned to his host, saying, 'O Maulana, tell me who this
young man may be? He appeals intensely to my spirit.'
Maulana Khairulmubin answered, 'Your holiness, this young man is a genius in
music, and he desires greatly to submit himself to your inspiring guidance.'
Then the Master smiled and granted the request, initiating me into Sufism there and
then.
"The day is short, the work abundant, the laborers inactive, the reward
great, and the master of the house urges on." - Hebrew saying.
Muhammad Abu Hassim Madani belonged to a distinguished family of Medina, and
was a direct descendant of the Holy Prophet. My joy in him was so great that it
found its expression in poetry and music. I had at last found my pearl among men,
my guide, my treasure, and beacon of hope. I composed a song and sang it to him,
and this I feel certain has brought me all my success and will aid me in my future
life.
And this was my song:
Thou art my salvation and freedom is mine,
I am not; I melt as a pearl in sweet wine!
My heart, soul, and self, yea, all these are thine;
O Lord I have no more to offer!
I drink of the nectar of truth the divine,
As Moses thy word, as Yusuf they shine
who walk in thy ways; and Christ is thy sign:
Thou raisest to life everlasting!
Thou art as Muhammad to them that repine,
My spirit is purged as the gold from a mine!
I only know that my heart beats with thine,
And joys in boundless freedom!
His death was as saintly as his mortal life had been. Six months before his end he
predicted its coming and wound up all his worldly affairs in order to be freed for his
future journey. 'Death is a link which unites friend with Friend unto the Beyond', is
a saying of Muhammad.
He apologized not only to his relatives, friends, and mureeds, but even to his
servants, lest there might be anything that he had done to their displeasure and
hurt. Before the soul departed from his body he bade farewell to all his people with
loving words. And then, sitting upright and unwavering, he continued zikr; and lost
in his contemplation of Allah, he, by his own accord, freed his soul from the
imprisonment of this mortal frame forever.
I can never forget the words he spoke while he placed his hands upon my head in
blessing, 'Fare forth into the world, my child, and harmonize the East and the West
with the harmony of thy music. Spread the wisdom of Sufism abroad, for to this end
art thou gifted by Allah, the most merciful and compassionate.'