Professor Najeeba Syeed-Miller teaches interreligious education at http://www.cst.edu, Claremont School of Theology and http://www.claremontlincoln.org Claremont Lincoln University. Find her on twitter @najeebasyeed
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My beloved 7 yr old son reading2 4yr old sis.Never forgetting these2r lights of ourlives.#peacebeginswithkids
Qur’an 27:18: Till, when they came upon a valley [full] of ants, an ant exclaimed: “O you ants! Get into your dwellings, lest Solomon and his hosts crush you without [even] being aware [of you]!” - 27:19: Thereupon [Solomon] smiled joyously at her words, and said: “O my Sustainer! Inspire me…
My younger one is learning again the story of Prophet Suleiman (Soloman) and the abt.Here is my blog from a while back on the Qur’anic conception of contemplating nature.
A Love-Song for Our Children (a meditation on Loss)
The morning bloom
of babies mellows into
full blown beauty
of my seven year old son.
You, whose name was chosen
for its meaning,
“that which is vividly clear in life.”
We come gathered
to celebrate
the gift of life God granted
this one more glorious year.
Under the undulating canopy
of this oak tree
we are meeting
Beauty straight in Her face.
In this moment I am dreaming
of your becoming
all the desires of generations
that fathered and mothered you
here.
In a quiet echo that trembles
the chambers of my heart
I think of the empty parties
the ones that should have been
this year, but will not.
We are the children
who were
in the midst of laughter,
Interrupted.
We are the children
who are not returning
to the arms that held
them in this bright world
and made them who they are.
For these parents
I cannot know the sorrows
I cannot know the pains
bellied and hearted in your bodies
and the limbs
of Love you sprouted,
welcoming
these babies into this world.
I can only sit here under this
Tree.
Praying in murmurs, a whispering
Heart.
For those children departed,
you and yours are not forgotten.
We are holding you in
the Light.
We are breathing your names
and never forgetting.
Pain has spoken her piece,
redemption is found in the tresses
of her heart, slivered still.
Her truth speaks this:
We cannot whole
these hearts
without powering all
that is on Earth,
so that this day
may never be repeated.
Islamic Center of Toledo founded in early 1900s by Syrian and Lebanese immigrants.Now led by Muslim female President
Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: “Allah is beautiful and He loves beauty.”
This week I’ve been with colleagues, teaching and learning with fellow professors from many different traditions who in turn will teach students from a myriad of backgrounds. As is usual in such settings we…
Excited to spend day with a scholar who helped inspire this blog a year ago.
Trees moving yet still in sinuous beauty. So too might the heart bend but not break. #losangeles
The world that most matters is the one we make inside our hearts. It is the building block for all beauty possible in the world.
…beauty of the inner struggle of the heart.
Constructing a lecture on peace. It is not unlike writing a poem. Finding words to articulate the beauty of the inner struggle of the heart
— Najeeba Syeed-Miller (@NajeebaSyeed)
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I write to you in the womb of time that contains both silence and the awakening of the earth, the moment of dawn. It is not a mistake that prayer or meditation in many traditions is offered around the opening of the day, it is a time of solitude and of transition from dreamy slumber to…
Since I am losing my voice today…from too much speaking here is a reminder to myself about the extraordinary forms of silence.
