It is challenging to write about Islam. There are so many opinions. So many emotions. Both outside, as well as inside of the Islamic community.
And many times it is difficult to tell what is the truth.
The only thing that I might speak of is my own experience. My own feelings.
For me… I believe… there is not much thinking when it comes to Islam. It is mostly just about being present. For about as long as I can remember I felt a kind of consciousness around me and within me. When I started to read about Islam and spoke with others about it I recognized this feeling as something that we might call consciousness of the one existence. For me, as a Muslim, this is Allah. Saying this I would like to add that I do not care much about names. When I read Allah, or God, or Tao… For me, they all point to the same thing.
This being present can be quite intense. More intense in a time like Ramadan while listening to the Quran. At these moments I feel the truth in the saying that the heart is the doorway to God. But also in a time like now… When I write this down… I feel the consciousness. And I remember that, when I worked as a counselor/coach, the best conversations were allways when this awareness was there.
I believe that many teachings point at this consciousness but somehow in Islam I have found a way that works for me. When it comes to the spiriual teachings of Islam I feel attracted to many of the priciples. For example patience, satisfaction and fate. Principles I might write about in an other time.
When it comes to rules… yes Islam has many rules. And I must honestly say that I do not always know what to do with them. I do not like rules very much but at same time I know that many of the great spiritual teachers (Attar, Rumi, Junayd, Ghazali) of Islam were in fact orthodox Muslims outwardly. So I wonder… If these great people believed some things to be important… Who I am to say it is not?
If there is one person I admire within the Islamic realm it must be Rabiá al Addawiya. And no… I do not know why. Maybe her sincerity and her surrender..