yo so, i might not be on tumblr as much because thesis.
facebook is a different story, however. feel free to add me. just look up ‘rib queen’. i can’t guarantee you’ll get full access to my profile, because i’m quite cautious of new people, but my trust can be earned. :P
also, if you feel like msging me, like, do it! like i said, i’m cautious of new people, so i’ll probably put up a wall of polite welcome and cheer, but if you’re kind and sincere about it, often i’ll just hope you’ll want to talk to me for long enough for that wall to come down.
(unless you talk to me while i’m hypo. hahahahaha. no walls.)
i’m serious, you cannot shut me up about persian history, persian poetry, or sufi poetic conventions. i’m still going on and on about it in my head.
(me and jesse are reading ‘the conference of birds’ by attar, and it’s translated by dick davis. i have to say, i have never been in awe of a translator before, but i am in awe. just… wow. i’ve never read the poem in its original language, but i know how hard it is to translate a poem from persian and just wow. so good. so perfect. must have taken years to perfect.)
(‘the conference of birds’ is a great epic, actually. super interesting. highly recommended if you want something accessible but also teaches you a lot about persian poetry and sufi islam. it’s also just generally interesting because of the way it meditates on the human condition.)
you also cannot shut me up about psychology like nope cannot be done.
“….Sufism is a religious movement that can only be described; it cannot be defined. Consider the following parable originally composed by the greatest of all Sufi poets, Jalal ad-Din Rumi (d. 1273) and recounted by Idris Shah, the Grand Shaykh of Sardana:
A Persian, a Turk, an Arab, and a Greek were traveling to a distant land when they began arguing over how to spend the single coin they possessed among themselves. All four craved food, but the Persian wanted to spend the coin on “angur”; the Turk, on “uzum”; the Arab, on “inab”; and the Greek, on “stafil”. The argument became heated as each man insisted on having what he desired. A linguist passing by overheard their quarrel. “Give the coin to me,” he said. “I undertake to satisfy the desires of all of you.” Taking the coin, the linguist went to a nearby shop and bought four small bunches of grapes. He then
returned to the men and gave them each a bunch.
“This is my angur!” cried the Persian.
“But this is what I call uzum,” replied the Turk.
“You have brought me my inab,” the Arab said.
“No! This in my language is stafil.”
All of a sudden, the men realized that what each of them had desired was in fact the same thing, only they did not know how to express themselves to each other. The four travelers represent humanity in its search for an inner spiritual need it cannot define and which it expresses in different ways. The linguist is the Sufi, who enlightens humanity to the fact that what it seeks (its religions), though called by different names, are in reality one identical thing. However—and this is the most important aspect of the parable—the linguist can offer the travelers only the grapes and nothing more. He cannot offer them wine, which is “the essence of the fruit.” In other words, human beings cannot be given the secret of ultimate reality, for such knowledge cannot be shared, but must be experienced
through an arduous inner journey toward self-annihilation.”—
lol truuuuuuuue, but a lot of this esoteric “we can’t give you the secret! we can’t share the knowledge!” was, in middle persia, due to persecution by the orthodox clergy. particularly after that Mansour Al-Hallaj affair…
in fact hafez wrote a poem to this effect: why teach the truth openly when a) you’ll get executed for heresy, b) sharing isn’t the same as experiencing, and c) all humans have the ability to find this truth within themselves, anyways, if they really wanted to find it? (i’m not 100% satisfied with my interpretation of this poem, so beware.)
also, from what i’ve read (which wouldn’t be nearly as much as what mr aslan has read), sufis believe that technically all religions can unite a person with god, but islam is the best religion for the job. whether they said this because they actually believed it (as i’m sure many did, since sufis were pretty much all educated under islam and used almost exclusively islamic concepts and ideas to express themselves) or whether they said this to avoid persecution from the orthodox clergy (which i’m sure many people did, too, since anyone who wanted access to a good education needed to at least pay lip service to the religion) is somewhat iffy. sufis in middle persia were a very varied bunch who had widely varying beliefs about the best way to do it, partly due to the fact that sufism is all about ~*following your heeeeeeart*~.
since i’ve bad-mouthed the orthodox islamic clergy already, i may as well say something to the credit of orthodox islam. the prophet did make it clear that he wanted muslims to support and participate in their ummah and make their community strong, rather than become hermit ascetics who refuse to work and would rather devote their entire life to obsessing about prayer and god on their own while their family starved. islam has always been a practical religion about taking care of yourself and serving god in this life (and reuniting with god after you die)—there is no need to try and completely annihilate the self to reunite with god while you’re alive. just live a just life.
at some point in history, some dude decided to (among other things—like destroying the proliferation of science in persia) reconcile orthodox islam with sufism. for the most part, it worked, so now sufism is basically synonymous with islamic mysticism.
feel free to contradict me, i just really love persian poetry and the history surrounding it (you literally cannot shut me up about it) and i love learning, especially from people who know more about a topic than i do. ^_^
The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment
"i’m not a feminist i just support equality" is 99% of the time code for "i support everyone shutting the fuck up about oppressive systems for the illusion of peace so i don’t have to feel guilty about my benefit from them and my reluctance to effect changes that begin with me"
i have many things, and one of those things got triggered a couple of weeks ago. since then, it’s been a real struggle to get dressed in the mornings because i have to find something that covers me up. this stupid thing usually only gets triggered once a year or so, so i usually hope it just gets triggered in winter, but nope.
so now i have to struggle between the neurotic urge to cover up my body in thick fabrics that betray nothing to the eye and my self-preservation instincts telling me how hot it is outside.
i’ve been eyeing this black woolen turtleneck poncho in my closet for days. my heart has been saying “YES! ACCEPTABLE!” and my brain has been saying “No. You’ll overheat and die.”
uuuuuuuuuuuuugh this is craaaaaaaaaaaaap whyyyyyyyyyy.
ugh I don’t know, this may sound dumb, but what race would Central Asians be considered (Tajiks, Uzbeks, Kazakhs, Kyrgyz, Afghans, etc.)? Whenever we go into a discussion about race in any of my classes, I just get so lost..
lol in my head, central asians are that spot between middle eastern and east asian. they’re like in the exact middle. personally, i would consider them their own race.
i can’t believe your teacher tried to put them in the same boat as east europeans though. wtf does europe have to do with central asia?!
“of course you don’t fight fire with fire, but you do fight it by suffocating it, drowning it, or stomping it out. you dont stop fire by just standing there and asking it nicely “please dont burn my neighborhood down””—(via tigerthevampirequeen)
“The first step to loving yourself
begins with the words,
You deserve to occupy space.
You deserve to stand up for yourself
and claim your right to happiness.
You deserve to be here,
just as much as
anyone else.”—Tina Tran, Self care (via absentions)
“سگی پای صحرا نشینی گزید
به خشمی که زهرش ز دندان چکید
شب از درد بیچاره خوابش نبرد
به خیل اندرش دختری بود خرد
پدر را جفا کرد و تندی نمود
که آخر تو را نیز دندان نبود؟
پس از گریه مرد پراگنده روز
بخندید کای مامک دلفروز
مرا گر چه هم سلطنت بود و بیش
دریغ آمدم کام و دندان خویش
محال است اگر تیغ بر سر خورم
که دندان به پای سگ اندر برم
توان کرد با ناکسان بدرگی
ولیکن نیاید ز مردم سگی”—
Sa’di - Bustan - Ch4 V10
A dog bit off a hermit’s foot So violently that its teeth dripped with venom The night was spent in a battle of pain His daughter nagged him on and on Anguished her father harshly saying: "And in the end, you yourself had no teeth?" Then the man, shaking and in tears Then gave a small, delightful smile: "Even if I were greater than a sultan I’d still hold back my tongue and teeth Even if you struck a blade over my head I’d never let my teeth touch the foot of a dog.” (1) One can seek vengeance upon the ignoble But do not lower yourself to the level of a dog.