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Sufi Comics Rumi: Volume 2


I have had the greatest pleasure to be asked to review this second volume of Comics, produced, as you can see by Mohammed Ali Vakil, Mohammed Arif Vakil and Rahil Mohsin.

I begin in saying that i enjoyed them immensely and learned a lot from them and then I will give a summary about some of the contents and the inspirations and thoughts generated in my by them.

The Contents are as follows:

Table of Contents

  1. The Three Pearls
  2. Make  Yourself Ready to Do All He Wants
  3. Be Worthy of My Gifs
  4. Not the Garden but the Gardener
  5. Never Turn Away from Me
  6. Moses and the Shepherd
  7. Your Longing for me was My Messenger to You
  8. The Wine and the Cup
  9. Keep Moving, Keep Growing
  10. The Sublime Art of Gathering-in Fasting
  11. All through the Night God Is Calling Us

mandsMy most favourite story is that of moses and the Shepherd since it reminds us that God hears all our prayers in every language whether we are Muslim or not, even when we are pagan or polytheistic. Yet teaches that if believers were to emulate them then that is to sin. This also reminds us that sometimes in Scripture God is Anthropomorphized so that He can better make Himself understood.


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The Comics also contain pages of Text written in both Arabic and English which contain quotes from the Holy Quran and from the sayings of Muhammad (s) which I take to be hadith. The one cited above it so similar to something the Prophet Jesus son of Mary said in the Christian Scriptures that one sees that truth with truth repeated over time – is truth.

We also note the immanence of God, nearness of God being a Spiritual Journey.

wingsBorn with wings, something not quite understood yet apprehended.

As a Christian, and member of a Muslim Christian interfaith group I find it very easy to aim to become a Sufi, since being so seems to transcend sectarianism to provide that heart of teaching.

This is is what these Comics do so very well: their presentation is enticingly engaging, appealing to adults and children alike,providing stepping stones in the form of questions to greater understanding of God’s intention for humanity. Inspiring its readers to read the Quran the hadith and to greater understand their faith.

They break down the walls of misunderstanding between Islam and other faiths because they demonstrate that the Saints and Prophets of God reveal similar or the same sayings and teachings as their own.

Again – they are a  valuable teaching and learning medium highly recommended by myself

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Aunt Ader’s Place | Nutsrok

Aunt Ader’s House was reminiscent of the two pictured here.


I had no idea who Aunt Ader was, or that her name should actually have been pronounced Ada, but her old farm house was a wonder.  Uncle C H, my Aunt Jenny’s on-again off-again husband apparently enjoyed some claim to it, because over the course of my childhood, several of my relatives rented it, probably when they’d fallen on hard times.  It stood high on a hill surrounded by several huge oaks.  A rutted red-dirt drive curved its way up toward the house, dusty in summer and rutted deeply in rainy weather.   In the spring and early summer weeds sprigged up between the tire tracks, kept short courtesy of the undercarriage of the vehicles making their way up the hill.  Though Aunt Ader’s forebears had been prosperous landowners a couple of generations back, the land had been subdivided and sold off long before I came to know it.  To the eyes of a small child, it was welcoming with its deep front and back porches and wide dogtrot.[ read on]

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Aunt Ader’s Place-part-2

Family matters

Family matters

on MAY 28, 2016

Family matters

It happened several times. With all of them. Different men within the family.

I would always smile, and play nice with everyone. I would share my toys and my food. I liked seeing others laugh, especially if I was the cause. Little Jenny was always quiet, she would just sit there and play with my doll. I wondered if the men liked her too.

I wouldn’t talk much.

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Story #36-The Magic Umbrella, Part 1

The Magic Umbrella–Part 1 by Susan Bruck

Myrtle was on her way home from first grade when the sky split open with a resounding crack and all the waters from the heavens seemed to pour right on her head .  She stood still, unsure of where to go in the sudden deluge.  The rain was so loud she couldn’t hear herself think.

Then the water stopped falling on her, although she could still hear it.  She pushed her dripping hair out of her eyes and saw a boy standing next to her. She had never seen him before, which was strange, because everyone knew everyone in her little town of Grendleford.  He had blond hair so pale that it was almost clear and pale blue eyes, and he had an umbrella.  It wasn’t an ordinary umbrella.  It was shaped like a mushroom and was bright blue and green with swirls of orange and bright yellow five-pointed stars.

“Hi, Myrtle,” he said.  “Can I walk you home?”

“Sure, thanks,” said Myrtle.  “Hey, wait. How do you know my name?” []

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Story #32: Mason the Mer-Boy Learns to Sing – To Wonder at Beauty

I am a writer, handworker, artist and teacher (a WHAT!), and a mom of two beautiful daughters who are amazingly 17 and 21. I am working on getting my first book, a fantasy novel for young people, published and am busy spinning on my new spinning wheel. I have been a Waldorf early childhood teacher for 10 years now, and before that, I was a lawyer. Teaching is much more fun.

Mason the Mer-boy Learns to Sing by Susan Bruck


by Susan Bruck


Mason the Mer-boy lived in a cozy little cave among the coral in the warm Hawaiian ocean just off the Big Island.  Every day he played with the giant sea tortoises and the dolphins, who sometimes took him for rides, and the little rainbows of fishes that lived all around.  But Mason’s favorite friend was the kind old humpback whale, Harry.  Harry told him wondrous fairy tales about land-people, and even though Mason knew they were just imaginary beings, he loved the stories.

Every full moon, Harry gathered all the whales and dolphins and became the conductor of the the Pacific Coral Chorale.   All the sea creatures came to listen. Mason loved their music more than anything.  The seabirds joined in the chorus, too, swooping over the underwater chorus and adding their calls to the chorus.  Albatrosses, petrels, gulls and terns all joined in.

“I wish I could sing,” Mason said to Harry.  They sat under the rainbow, watching the patterns the gentle raindrops made on the water’s surface.

“Of course you can sing.”  Harry wrapped his fin around Mason.  “Any creature with a voice can sing.”

Mason wondered if Harry could be right.  He found an empty cave and tried to sing, but he couldn’t make the wonderful sounds like Harry made.  He couldn’t even make sounds like the seabirds.

“Harry was wrong.  I can’t sing,” he said.

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Mason swam to his favorite thinking spot near the shore.  He floated on his back, listening to the music of the water.  As he lay on his back with his eyes half closed so the world looked all golden, he heard another sweet, melodic sound.  It was music, but it had words, too.

Up, up above
Birds fly in the sky

Down, down
Flowers of the earth

Upland, up in the uplands
The grove of trees

In the sea, the sea
The fishes of the ocean

Tell the refrain
Of this beautiful world

In honor of the children.[i]


Where was that song coming from?  Mason poked himself out of the water as far as he could.  Finally, he saw what looked like a mer-girl, but without a tailfin dancing on the beach.  She was a land-maid!  He had thought they only existed in stories.  He swam closer.  The land-maid smiled and waved.  Mason waved back.

“Come play with me,” the land-girl said.

“I can’t come onto the land,” he said, flipping his tail above the water.

The girl splashed into the water.  “You’re a mermaid,” she said.  “Are you really?”

“Actually, I’m a boy,” he said.  “My name’s Mason.”

“I’m Leilani.” She took his hand and smiled.

They both laughed when they realized they had each thought the other was imaginary.

Mason loved hearing about Leilani’s life on the land.  He told her about life in the sea, too.  And finally, after they had talked about everything while they floated between the earth and sun, Mason asked the question he had been dying to ask.

“How did you make that wonderful sound?”

Leilani knew lots of songs, but she had to go join her family for lunch.  She stayed long enough to teach Mason one the song he had heard her sing, called Ke Ao Nani.  They promised to meet again the next day.

Mason watched in amazement as she skipped away before hurrying off to find Harry.  Mason was so excited he swam in circles around Harry.

“Stop it, boy,” Harry said.  “you’re making me dizzy.”

“I found a song,” Mason said.

He stuck his head above the water to take a few deep breaths until he calmed down.  When he came back, he sang Leilani’s song.FullSizeRender 36

Big whale tears dripped from Harry’s eyes. “That’s wonderful!” he said.

“And it’s all true, the stories you told me.  I met a land-maid today.  She taught me the song.  She’s going to teach me more.”  Mason swam in circles around Harry again.   Harry closed his eyes and smiled.

On the next full moon, when all the whales and dolphins finished their second song and the seabirds were still singing their first song, Harry brought all the sea creatures to silence and nodded his head to Mason.

Mason popped up above the water and nodded at the girl in the boat.  Together, the land-maid and the mer-boy sang :

I luna lâ i luna
Nä manu oka lewa

I lalo lua i lalo
Nâ pua o ka honua

I uka lâ i uka
Nâ ulu lâ`au

I kai lâ i kai
Nâ i`a o ka moana

Ha`ina mai ka puana
A he nani ka ao nei

He inoa no nâ kamalii.


When they got to the part about the fishes in the ocean, all the creatures above and below the water joined them.

It was a glorious night for the Pacific coral chorale.  Harry said the moon had never shown more brightly than it did that night.

But do you know what was even brighter than the moon?  The smiles on Mason’s and Leilani’s faces.


[i] Translation from of this traditional Hawaiian children’s song

This story came out really differently than I thought it would!  The idea started out because I was thinking about a friend of mine from high school, a trumpet player, who committed suicide when I was still in high school.  That was a long time ago, but I still think about him sometimes and wonder why.  Anyhow, my mer-boy was going to find a trumpet to play, but instead I started thinking about the amazing music that the whales and dolphins make and ended up with a band instead of a choir. It’s meant to be a story of hope in honor of this man who lost his.

I’ve been listening to the album “Whale Sounds with Music” by Stephen Snow on Spotify while I worked on this story and painting sketch.  I found a lot of really cool whale music on youtube and this beautiful humpback whale song on National Geographic.  I don’t think that all these amazing creatures really sing together, but it’s nice to imagine.

Oh, and there are also lots of recordings of the song on YouTube, like this one with hula by some very cute childrenFullSizeRender 37.

I hope you enjoy this story.

And thanks for stopping by!

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