What was stirring in their hearts when for them to think of such an amazing line of poetry?
Their perception of this world and beyond it?
What do we imagine people like this occupied their lives with when they lived that will sure be inherited by their eternity?
These lines are from one of the poems often recited by the BaHarmi at the Hadhra of al-Haddad on Thursday nights in Tareem.
The current mu’allim (leader of the band) of the BaHarmi, the aging Shaykh Salem BaHarmi led it with grace. And it never failed to wake my heart and energy.
I mean, read it again. Who do you know thinks like this? Write poetry like this? What lives did they lead?
Are they not truly intellectually spiritual people who understood the real point of life and how to taste it?
