handsomnesss

A handsomeness

   The available space of life is too diminutive to  grant you realization, while  a single verse in the creation of Allah explains all of life. A single glance in the soul book would provide you with perfect vision. The world is too narrow and restrains us while the oneness of  Allah contained the  world long ago. 

    Hey barber, look forward to that realm. There is a shadow to cover you and under its canopy you won't know.  Bare hunger, in order to be filled with the saturation of nourishment.  Be thirsty in order to drink your fill. Vamoose, in order to come back. Last in your essence more youll realize more.

    O God you are the most omnipresent and we are the most lost ones.

A single hair on a customer's head is more wonderful than all of a philosophers theories. All the flexibility of thoughts cannot compare to the wonder of one hair.  It grows, responds to nourishment, can be tamed and directed.  And    in the moment, it's clipped out of the charming structure it becomes meaningless. It's fall from the face makes it's passion disappear.  It is boring.  Though it was decorating the head a while ago, it's  destiny is now a mere garbage basket, as if it never existed.

If one hair is not in its place, then the ugliness and the miso will dominate. In each man the hair follows its own patterns.  Is there a single organism that grows the same?  Nay, not one.  

Oh, the structure of human hair .  The hair that adorns man's head,what a wonder!.  The gentle landscape that fills the top of man's head, directed in it's growth and pattern by Allah.  The sideburns. The wonderful curl of the hair around the ear.  So logical and simple and yet so elegant. The hairs surrounding the face are as tiny gentle hands of angels, cradling the visage. The moustache - lightly tickling the nostrils, covering the mouth,  the one side framed around the smiling lips. The beard; a light shadow like that which caresses the fullest moon. O God, will you acquaint  me with how the beard grows in that unique formation? Accordingly, each face is granted it's own combination.  Some may have just a very little bit of hair springing forth.  Each face left to its own way will wield its secret if left unchecked and thus we see the uniqueness allotted to each of us in Allahs wisdom. . It is drawn in a content and arranged way. Like the lust of drinking water to fill one's thirst  when one never has a  surfeit. If it is left a while then it will wield in a golden cusp or bone- black color in unbroken compassion.

The seeping of  old age as it sneaks in upon our lives.  Through  white hairs we are slowly made aware of the age coming upon us.  The silver gardens, the cotton petals - this is how I see one who has aged.  This is how, I, the barber, view the coming of age in those whose hair I cut.   How quietly these gardens of age come upon us!  Who directs the changing of the color on the head?  How do these colors creep in? If we were given the time to ask the question, if we would but return to the innocence of children and their amazement at the miracles of Allah, it is He who would grant us a certainty of knowledge.

The moustache!! What a funny creation.  It lightly tickles the nostrils covering the mouth.  It can be trimmed short or grown long.  They grow plain and straight.  They curve upwards.  Some are thick.  Some are thin.  When combined with a goatee they form a frame around the smiling lips.  The moustache, how it stands so  bravely between the nose and the mouth in  knightly courage. Imagining it in another place is impossible.   

The beard.  Oh how the beard forms from the side burns.  As a barber, I can contour the beard to enhance the facial features.  Freshly grown,  the beard is like a light shadow which caresses the fullest moon.  O God, will you teach  me how the beard grows in that unique formation?

Accordingly, each face is granted a specific combination.  Some may have just a very few hairs spring forth.  Each face left to its own will demonstrate it's secret if left unchecked and thus we see the uniqueness allotted to each of us in Allahs wisdom.  All these features are granted from Allah for the adornment of man.  And I, the barber, am an instrument in Allah's great hands.  Thank you, Allah, for the gift of sight I possess.  The gift of appreciation for the simplest of wonders. 

   The mother of believers, Ayisha,(Mohammed wife) said once "Praise God, who beautifies the faces of men by the beards."

It was narrated that the messenger of God, peace be upon him, smiled whenever he saw a man with little hair on his chin, though it was long hair.  One day the man shaved his beard.  The  prophet withdrew from him his passionate smile and quickly brushed on by, away from him.  The man was awe-struck.  "Where was his content smile?" he wondered.  "O God's messenger, when you met me you used to smile," said the man.

The prophet, peace be upon him, said to him, "the meaning of my greeting  when I saw you before was such because I saw the angels play with your little hair, but now I cant see them as you shaved your beard."

You can't imagine a prophet without a beard.

I asked a wise man once why he had a beard. 

The man replied: It's God instinct that he creates in me.  The description of prophets, characteristics of a scientist, the habit of the good men and my baby didn't sleep without playing with it. 

The handsomeness of the brows. As wise as wisdom could be. They stand over the eyes cordially, gently and calmly. They shake hands sometimes or become far apart and they exchange through their animations thoughts, revealing all emotion; longing, desire, confusion, fear, love and gentlness.  The brows in their placement over the eyes communicate often what we are unable to voice.  They and our eyes are the windows of our souls. If studied carefully, they reveal all our innermost secrets about ourselves. 

The eyelashes embrace.  In sleep they form a cover and when closed there is safety from the fear of the world. 

     Even the nose capillaries, brave and amorous. A clash and a protection. A dam behind a dam. The sweet breath goes out. Only the permitted breath is allowed to get in, nothing else as it does not carry the print of the divine permit.

Its narrated that the messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, the day he returned to Mecca ,from which he was exiled, with 100,000 man  was happy and simple.  He slaughtered camels and emancipated the free and went and  made a pilgrimage to the holy mosque.  At that time he shaved his hair and then distributed the hair to the Companions.

I did not wish to be another barber in my life, as I wish to be that one, for he shaved the head of the  prophet, peace be upon him. I have often wished I were the prophet's barber. What a  love of the hair was filling him as his scissors and razor touched the greatness of this man. What longing was in the touch of his  scissors? What splendor did the razor feel during the shave?  I wish I were that barber.

The messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, says: "Who had a hair then he is too benevolent to it."

The world takes us. The astonishment is stolen from  us. Familiarity is the enemy of gratitude and it is  the devil's weapon.

We pass  by  beauty and do not see it out of habit.  How is it that we do not stop in every moment so that we wonder at things that we think  natural and ordinary. How I could thank you a lot O Allah for this elegance that is granted to the human.

    In the name of all of your praise and all who previously did not remember their gratitude. I praise you the number of all human being's hairs.

Oh Allah, grant me a deep  love for your signs. The hair, the nails and the easiest of simple things. Oh, Allah grant me an eye that sees and a heart that does not lose it's wonder and  praise. You created me  beautiful and unique, you  created millions of  faces by millions and millions of forms and features.

In the same way.  I never cut two customers  the same hair design.  No two heads tell the same secret or talk to me in the same words. What a beaufy, what a wonder.                  

Oh Allah grant me  astonishment.. Your creation is great and our time is temporary and our life is unsuccessful, attached as it is in a land solution.

Oh Allah, the same  dispersal of the things, gathers and You professed the oneness of me in your love. O you  created what man is the presence and  made more capable his ability .. O Allah .. Oh God .. My darling .