"Silence is the best reply to a fool."
- 'Ali
Dear Mustardseed,
It is because you are cowardly and afraid that you want me banned aka assassinated. You want to silence me because I pose a threat to your ego, you want to extinguish the light of my wisdom because it obliterates the darkness of your ignorance. You are a murderer who has washed your hands in my blood and bowed before the Whore of Babylon. I am innocent. What crime have I committed? What happened to your so-called "freedom of speech"? You asked questions regarding Islam and I answered them. However, you are embarrassed because I refuted every single one of your baseless claims that you made against Islam. You didn't expect a humble Sufi like me to expose you, but I did. I exposed you for the arrogant fraud that you are. You asked these insincere questions not to learn more about Islam, but rather to incite an argument that you thought you would win. You thought you were a god, but you were nothing more than an idol. You thought victory would be easy, but I ended up turning the tables on you. I have humiliated you in front of your worshipers and I have stripped you of your followers.
Now you want me banned because I defeated you at your own debate and beat you at your own little game. Do I then deserve the blame? I take aim, a man like me cannot remain timid and tame. I do this for the Truth, not for fame. I make no false claims and I expected the same. Tsk, tsk, tsk - it's a shame.
I take my leave and drink from the cup of death. Go ahead and execute me like Socrates, behead me at the guillotine. My severed head, full of divine knowledge and sacred wisdom, will continue to speak. I will no longer possess these lowly mortal eyes, for I will see beyond this world through my third eye floating above. My ashes carried away by the cold wintry wind will bear witness to my words. Like leaves that fall in autumn, tell me, do you know who I am? My name is Shams and like the morning sun I shall rise again. Let me then die as a witness of Truth, Liberty, and Justice. In the words of Sydney Carton: "It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
Farewell,
Shams Tabrizi
"In between voice and presence,
lies a place where wisdom flows.
In disciplined silence it opens,
with wandering talk it closes."
- Rumi
- 'Ali
Dear Mustardseed,
It is because you are cowardly and afraid that you want me banned aka assassinated. You want to silence me because I pose a threat to your ego, you want to extinguish the light of my wisdom because it obliterates the darkness of your ignorance. You are a murderer who has washed your hands in my blood and bowed before the Whore of Babylon. I am innocent. What crime have I committed? What happened to your so-called "freedom of speech"? You asked questions regarding Islam and I answered them. However, you are embarrassed because I refuted every single one of your baseless claims that you made against Islam. You didn't expect a humble Sufi like me to expose you, but I did. I exposed you for the arrogant fraud that you are. You asked these insincere questions not to learn more about Islam, but rather to incite an argument that you thought you would win. You thought you were a god, but you were nothing more than an idol. You thought victory would be easy, but I ended up turning the tables on you. I have humiliated you in front of your worshipers and I have stripped you of your followers.
Now you want me banned because I defeated you at your own debate and beat you at your own little game. Do I then deserve the blame? I take aim, a man like me cannot remain timid and tame. I do this for the Truth, not for fame. I make no false claims and I expected the same. Tsk, tsk, tsk - it's a shame.
I take my leave and drink from the cup of death. Go ahead and execute me like Socrates, behead me at the guillotine. My severed head, full of divine knowledge and sacred wisdom, will continue to speak. I will no longer possess these lowly mortal eyes, for I will see beyond this world through my third eye floating above. My ashes carried away by the cold wintry wind will bear witness to my words. Like leaves that fall in autumn, tell me, do you know who I am? My name is Shams and like the morning sun I shall rise again. Let me then die as a witness of Truth, Liberty, and Justice. In the words of Sydney Carton: "It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
Farewell,
Shams Tabrizi
"In between voice and presence,
lies a place where wisdom flows.
In disciplined silence it opens,
with wandering talk it closes."
- Rumi