The Stranger

 

On the outskirts of the Castle of Time, a rider is approaching

His black horse is almost flying

Not that he’s in a hurry, remember, he’s outside the Castle of Time

But that’s how his horse strides, charming like a brand new dime

No saddle, no bridles, no reins;

the rider is also out of the limits of space

Reaching the wooden door, carved of deep brown oak, the rider stops!

The door is too high, too wide;

its color has turned black over the years

The rider dismounts, leaves the horse to graze as he wishes

Walks towards the footsteps leading to the black door

of the Castle of Time

Should he knock? Should he look for a handle?

No such thing, only time

Should he push with might, he is ready to fight

The rider is tall and thin, but not skinny, wearing a long black coat,

very long beard and very long black hair

Everything about him is black, except his face, which shines with flare

It turned out the door was unlocked, and can be opened with ease and delight

The door is now wide open; the man steps in, into the Castle of Time

Something’s strange in the air, the faces are pale,

and children are not there

People seem to be sleep-walking the Path of Time

Very straight, no curves, no hills; just a rocky road

It starts at the gate, but an end is not in sight

The rider looks at the faces, searches for children, picks up some rocks

What are these people worried about? He wonders.

Have they lost the zeal of life?

Have they become so accustomed to struggle, to pain, and to strife?

Habituated with fear, to the extent they sleep-walk the Path of Time, on and on and on!

Why don’t they stop, why don’t they look around, why do they keep pressing along; from dawn to dawn?

A little child emerges from a narrow alley that leads to the Path of Time

He, and only he, could see the stranger, waves his small hand,

shouting: come on down, come on down!

The rider moves in that direction, the wind blowing his beard and hair, but he doesn’t care!

As he has spent his whole life, his timeless life, in the woods;

he knows his way around

Sitting beside the boy on the curb, he asks: Why is everything here grey?

Why all this dismay?

Why are these people so different from the ones I know?

In my land, everyone has something to say

There is no one to obey

Except the supreme Lord; the only God!

With love and devotion we sure obey

Why are you the only one who could see me, invite me, talk to me?

Can you say?

Can you tell the secret of the Castle of Time?

The child sighs, tears in the beautiful, innocent eyes

Sir, he starts: This castle is a phantom, built by a group of ghosts;

in the absence of souls

The poor people you see moving around; think it’s real

They do not know better. Everyone has taken it from his father

And the father has accepted it from the grandfather, no matter

Then it became a fact! An undoubted fact of life!

Life in this Castle is inseparable from the Path of Time

In those people’s minds: To live is to sleep-walk the Path of Time;

on and on and on

From dawn to dawn

Here the stranger stands. I know better he says

This Castle is cursed. It’s bound to be destroyed

I’m leaving it behind, for my land is where I want to reside

No worries, no sleep walking, it’s the land of the free

And off the stranger goes towards the black old door

His black horse is still outside, joyfully waiting for his master

The rider jumps effortlessly on the back of the bare horse;

leaving behind the misery of the Castle of Time!

As he and his horse move away;

He swears he’ll never come back to this sorry place

His black, long hair’s flying in the air;

and the afternoon sun is shining on his calm face…

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52 Responses to The Stranger

  1. فاطمة says:

    أتوقع أن تجيب يا أخي من خلال قصائد أخرى، حتى لو لم تقصد إلى ذلك.. .
    واصل..تحملْنـا، لقد أدفأت بعض ساعاتنا..
    ولعلك تقلص المسافات التي تفصل بيننا.. وهي ليست مسافات جغرافية فقط
    لقد اخترت أن تقف بكل شجاعة تحت أضواء الاهتمام والحب والتفاعل والتساؤل..

    مع حبي يا يمان

    ..

  2. سيرين says:

    بصراحة يا خالو شعرت أني لن أستطيع التعليق كتابة لكثرة الأفكار والتساؤلات
    تمنيت لو نجتمع و لو في غرفة ( ثرثرة) الكترونية..
    النقاش حول هذا النص لا أظنه قابلاً للختام قريبا .. وهذا – كما سبق و كُتب- من إبداع النص.
    أحسست أن الفارس رجل بقي في حقيقته طفلاً وإلا فكيف استطاع النجاة من هذه المعيشة و كيف استطاع الطفل رؤيته؟
    وهذه فيما أظن الفطرة التي تحدثت عنها كنانة..
    اكتشفت – ربما متأخرة قليلاً – أن تشوه الفطرة هو القمامة في الشارع و السموم التي تضاف للطعام و مقاييس الجمال الصناعية … ووو
    و الغرباء هم القليلون المُتْعٓبون المُتْعِبون ولكن طوبى لهم …
    ————————————–
    و على هامش كبير كبير
    خالي الحبيب .. أشكرك من كل قلبي
    فمدونتك صنعت ما عجزت المهارات الحاسوبية و الاتصالية أن تصنع
    أظن اجتماعنا سيكون له طعم مختلف جدا بعد مدونتك
    اللهم اجمعنا قريبا
    واعذرني إن خرجت عن الموضوع 🙂

     

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Thanks!

      Someone asked me why I write in English, what do you think I should reply? Technology is one reason, but not an enough execuse (according to Fatima). I’ve written a lot in Arabic. Would you suggest posting those? But some of them are very sad though..

      Love you and miss seeing you..Everytime I step in Tim Hortons I remeber you. I wish I could ship you a hot, large, black coffee and an English muffen, dipped in honey 🙂

  3. فاطمة says:

    حاز هذا النص الحالم تعليقات ثمينة أولته الاهتمام بقدر ما أثار في أصحابها من الفضول، وما أيقظ فيهم من الأسئلة..لكن التعليقات للأسف كانت، حتى الآن، على طريقة قل كلمتك وامش، بمعنى أنا لم يناقش أحدنا الآخر، وتركنا ليمان كل المهمات النقاش والرد والدفاع أحيانا.
    كما لاحظت أن التعليق منصب أكثر على المضمون، رغم أن الشعر هو أسلوب في تقديم الأفكار، وهو ثوب ليس من السهل اختياره، بل إن الله تعالى هو من يختار أحدنا ليكون شاعرا
    ولست ضليعة في اللغة الإنجليزية إلى الدرجة التي تخولني هذا الحق.. لكني أزعم أن التأثير الذي تركه النص في قارئيه يدل على جودته.
    ألحت علي أسئلة أخرى بعد القراءة الثانية- وإن لم أترجم كل المفردات الجديدة علي- :
    عم يبحث هذا الخيال- الراكب: عن الاستقرار، عن الحقيقة، عن الانتماء والهوية..
    .. هل سيطوف بقلاع أخرى: الحب والتراحم- العمل- الدين- الهوى..
    هل هو فيلسوف باحث عن الحقيقة فحسب، تهمه لذاتها، ومن ثم فهو غير معني إلا بالوصول إلى مكان تتحقق فيه أحلامه، ويرى فيه ذاته كما يتخيلها
    إذ لو كان معنياً بالإصلاح أو المشاركة أو العطاء؛ لجرب الالتحام بالناس المغيبين المشوهين الذي سقطوا في فخ عبودية دون وعي ولا تبصر ولا حتى تفكير بالتغيير!!.. إنه يبحث عن المكان المناسب له .. ربما حينها يستطيع الانطلاق وتقديم ما خُلق له
    م: أعطى الشاعر الراكب مظهراً جذاباَ غير مألوف إلا في القصص والأفلام، ، وهذا ما يقتضيه الموضوع، بقصد جذب القارئ لمتابعة حركة البطل
    وسؤال: قال الخيال إنه ترك بذرة هناك، وفي الوقت نفسه تنبأ بانهيار القلعة.. متى سيغادر الطفل القلعة..في أي لحظة من المشهد تنسجم مع فلسفة النص؟
    .
    ، وتعليق أخير: الحداثيون هم من قالوا إن النص يتعدد بتعدد القراءات،
    حتى أطلقوا مصطلح التناص أي التفاعل وحتى التداخل بين النص والقارئ، آخرون انتقدوا هذا بشدة ورأوا أنه يفقد النص كل خصوصية، ويجعله هلامياً متحولا..
    أرى أن هناك حدا لهذا التناص.. ففي نهاية الأمر أراد الكاتب أو الشاعر شيئاً معيناً يريد منا أن نتواصل معه ونفهمه ونشاركه إياه..
    عذرا للإطالة.. لكنها شهادة لقصيدتك بأنها استطاعت أن تثير كل هذه الأفكار.. وهذا هو دور الشاعر والفنان عموماً، إنه
    يعبر عن ضمير الشخص العادي، فإذا سمع
    القصيدة أو رأى اللوحة أو قرأ القصة قال: أنا هكذا، هذا ما أردت قوله
    والحمد لله رب العالمين

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      I’m speechless again. I’m before an expert, while I’m still a beginner.

      Thanks. I have nothing to say. I have no answers to your questions. Let everyone find her/his answerers for themselves. I feel like my role here is over. I have so far replied to more than twenty comments. I’m out of energy sister.

      Love you..

  4. ZabuzaSama26 says:

    I’m literally speechless. I loved it, understood it and had so much to talk about it. Then I read Salma’s comment and it addresses you as “dad”, at which point my tongue tied itself into endless knots and I’m having quite a difficult time writing this.

    As insignificant as it may be, I have opened my photoshop and did what I do best; make a graphic. This poem has inspired me to make a graphic, which I haven’t done in a very long time so I thank you for breaking my block. However it is truly insignificant when compared to all the words of wisdom that have come before this comment so don’t expect much. Somehow I lost the ability to review and comment … but I hope this might do the job

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      I’m realy sorry, but could you please tell me who you are. Also, don’t take my words litrary (among friends and family). Every truth seeker is welcome on this blog, provided they keep their comments objective and right to the point. And that applies to your comment. I’ll approve your comment once I receive your reply. Thanks for visiting my blog and taking the time to read, understand, feel and comment. Or maybe I shouldn’t use the word ‘time’! Thanks for allowing your soul to reveil itself! This is much better, eah..

      Early Eagle

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      I like the image you created, but it’s for a girl! Can you draw something that matches the attributes of the stranger? Please don’t assume I’m against girls (I have two lovely girls, whom I love more than anyone can ever imagine!).

      Early Eagle

      • ZabuzaSama26 says:

        ahem … in the picture … that’s a guy – from an asian origin
        not exactly real though
        with long black hair – couldn’t find one with a beard
        and it had broken chains in the background symbolizing freedom .. so I used that as my base
        but I somehow covered his scabbard unintentionally
        I’ll fix that
        Yea actually I’m Salma’s friend from school and university, but I didn’t use my name – I don’t normally do on the internet, my parents are a little iffy when it comes to real names and internet. So I used the name I’m known for in a number of websites and forums. She sent me the link to read it, and then as I told you I kinda lost my ability to comment when I knew you were my friend’s – my best friend’s – dad …
        Oh well I knew that comment was useless anyway
        This is a sorry fix up for the previous picture

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Looking forward to your comment!

      Thanks.

      Early Eagle

  5. Razeena says:

    Assalamu alaykum,

    SubHanAllah, this poem is exquisite. I love how everyone has interpreted it in their own fashion and yet has reached a similar conclusion as to its founding principle.
    Honestly, when I read it, I could only think of one thing. The freedom of tawheed, VS the shackles of the deception of this world. Indeed the worldly life is enticing and time consuming, as was the Castle of Time to those poor souls. People do as others have done before them out of sheer ignorance and the fall to temptation of Shaytan. They fear death, love life, and waste time. But tawheed breaks the son of Adam from this life of misery and opens his eyes to reality; a reality with purpose, a mission, a goal, a destination. Tawheed is freedom; there is no one to obey but Allah, and if you obey Him, so you obey those whom He has ordered you to obey as well. Tawheed gives the son of Adam dignity, and allows him to use his God-given gift of knowledge and curiosity to further learn of the world around him using logic and experience rather than tradition, and to ponder upon the creation, the Universe, and the weight of his deeds. I agree that the child seemed to have symbolized the young who are born on the fitrah, and would be the most likely candidate to grow up and warn his people of the deception they have been worshiping.

    This is how I linked things in my head.

    Jazak Allah khair for sharing.
    AsSalamu alaykum.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      It’s clear that you read the poem and most of the comments carefully. I appreciat that.

      The more comments I read, the more I’m convinced that this poem needs a follow-up post to shed some light on few points.

      Your interpretation is valid and well-expressed.

      Thanks for your participation..

  6. mu2mina says:

    لا أدري يا أيها الأحباب لم شعرت ان الفارس هو الشبح الوحيد في هذا الجو.. هل أقول الشاعري؟ لا أدري، إنه ليس عالم مثال إنه خيال جميل نتمناه ولكن هيهات…
    سبحان الله الواحد القهار الذي قهر عباده بالوقت ثم قهرهم بالموت فلا يتحررون من الأول حتى يذوقوا الآخر.
    إن هذا من السنن الكونية الأزلية التي لا قبل لنا بالتحرر منها.
    إنها كطبيعتنا البشرية تماما، مقدرة علينا من خالقنا عز وجل
    لذا أجد أن البطولة ليست في الخروج من هذه القلعة قلعة الوقت وإنما البقاء داخلها والانضباط بقوانينها الربانية حتى يأذن الله بانعتاق الروح من هذا الجسد المكبل لها.
    هذا الفارس لا بد أنه قد غادر هذا العالم بالطريقة الوحيدة الممكنة : الموت … ثم عاد إلينا شبحاً خياليا كما في القصص، زائرا متحسرا علينا بعد ان ذاق حلاوة انطلاق الروح وتحررها خارج قلعة الوقت ولهذا لم يدع أحدا ولم يأخذ معه احدا .
    أنت يا يمان ربطت هذه القلعة بالوقت…
    لو كانت قلعة وكفى لكنا ظنناها عالمَ الهوى واللعب والزينة والتفاخر
    التي من أسباب رضى الله علينا بل وسعادتنا أن نتحرر منها.
    هذا ما خرجت به بعد قراءة نصك الجميل يا يمان ولا أدري ما أردته أنت حين كتبته، فلكل شاعر عالمٌ لا قبل لقارئ باستيعاب خطوطه ومنحنياته مهما حاول دراسته.
    أجمل النصوص ما اختلف حوله القراء وحار بتأويله الناقدون
    سلمت يداك يا يمان … لقد ألقيت الحجر الكبير على سطح البحيرة
    وافلحت وأجدت وأبدعت.
    كما قالت عصماء تمنيت ان أكون قريبة فآخذ بيديك كلتيهما فأضمهما إلى قلبي المشتاق يا أخي الحبيب.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      First, thanks for taking the time to write such a thoughtful comment Sister!

      I have to differ with you though. If you had visited New York, you’d know what I’m talking about. People are literary sleep-walking. If a man is killed, or a women is robbed, right before the eyes of the masses, no one would even turn his head to see what has happened. Another story: A man was committing adultery with a women on the street, in one of India’s busiest cities, where there were thousands of passersbys. Only one man made a faint, fearful gesture!

      We live in a purely physical world. The souls have left long time ago. Our role, as true Muslims, is to bring those souls back. Not by fight, but by the power of the word. A world without a soul is a dead world..

      So, the Castle of Time is not imagery. It’s physical, but at the same time, does not reflect true reality. True reality comes when the soul leads everything in one’s life. That’s how our dear Prophet and his companions lived their Nobel lives.

  7. Ahmed Saleh says:

    Assalamaualikum Warahmatullah

    This is touching. May Allah swt guide us Insha Allah, and keep is away from being ignorant lost souls. Ameen

  8. Salma says:

    Oh and by the way Father, I think I missed something here, did the Knight step out of the time or out of the place…?

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Both my dear: Time and space. The illusionary nature of both is true. But let’s discuss it off line.

      Love you Salma, and thanks for sharing your poem. It enriched the dialogue.

  9. bayan says:

    صدق الطوية هو أهم ما يمنعنا عن المضي قدماً والإستمرار في حياة الكذب والخداع البصري الذي يكسو حياة البشر
    …..

  10. hunada says:

    Stepping out of time is the action that will lead us to reaching the eternal, most-sought happiness. Starting from Muhammad peace be upon him’s time, passing by our time, ending in Judgment Day’s time will give us the bigger picture of our life, just like the companions of the prophet peace be upon him lived this Dunya with their bodies, and the hereafter with their spirits
    ((و الله إني لأجد ريح الجنة))

  11. Hashem says:

    It sounds really nice but I have trouble understanding it,but still I like it:-)

  12. Asmaa al-saleh says:

    تمنيت ان اكون قريبة من هذا الشاعر لانني حقيقةعشت هذا الوصف بحذافيره ودخلت ذاك العالم معه
    انا اتاثر كثيرا بهذا الصدق الذي يتحول في نفسي الى شعور بالاعجاب و التامل المفيد و الامتنان لهذا الدب الرفيع
    عصماء

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Thanks Sister. It’s great to have you here!

      Even though your comment is short, but it’s very expressive of your feelings. It’s also genuine and honest.

      Love you Sister

  13. Abdullah says:

    My first instinct imagined the rider to be one of many angles visiting earth for the first and last time. The child will never reach his teens within the walls of the castle (earth) to be tainted by the mirage of time. For the reason he was the only one able to communicate with the angle. He will eventually exit the castle and meet the free.

  14. Salma says:

    Some may suppose the life of those two strangers in those two poems is bleak, as a matter of fact it is not. Those who chose to follow the straight path without deviation, to uphold God’s standards in their life without relent, those the prophet peace be upon him said have started as strangers and will be strangers once more. And those God has promised good life in here and in the hereafter, and has promised them to be loved by those in the heavens and the earth, however those blinded do not see that and they call them “strangers.” those sleep-walking people you referred to in your poem that live in the castle made by ghosts. I suppose those ghosts are the perceptions people are brain-washed, spoon-fed to accept without independent thought and soon their minds are placed in metal rings they cannot break away from. Indeed to live free as this stranger, this rider in the poem, one must be free from all false perception, must follow the One God alone and that indeed is the freedom all humanity searches for since the begining of time.

  15. Salma says:

    To such a distinct poem, one can reply in kind: in poetry with a similar poem eh? I suppose this will sound familiar dad, wrote it sometime ago, called: Foreigner

    Stand apart from us,
    Don’t stand with us,
    Stand in your own shadow,
    Stand alone,
    You’ve chosen to be alone.

    Don’t stand with us,
    You don’t belong
    Where we belong,
    Don’t stand in our land,
    We have our lines,
    You have your line,
    Live and let live
    And leave well off alone.

    Go to the land of warriors
    Where you belong
    We don’t fight here,
    Go to where you belong
    We don’t speak here,
    Go to your own place
    Leave us in our peace.

    Stand apart for judgment:
    You stand in your shadow
    In a land where we stand
    In the shadow of another,

    Stand to judgment stranger,
    We can see,
    You are not one of here,
    You do not even hide,
    We see your face,
    Go to your side,
    In this place
    We turn our faces aside.

    Foreigner:
    You act absurd,
    You raise your head,

    You hold a fist,
    You speak your name?
    Our customs our old,
    We don’t understand
    Your odd ways,
    Where have you come from?
    Be-gone with you,
    Stand alone…

    Stand apart,
    Stand alone,
    Stand in your shadow,
    Stand in your doom,
    Those of your kind
    Do not live long,
    Those of your kind soon die,

    Be-gone,
    We do not want your doom.

    Where you stand
    We don’t stand,
    Where you walk
    You are the only one
    One with none
    And one without anyone,

    Stand apart,
    Stand alone,
    Walk alone,
    Live alone
    Die alone.

  16. Lubaba Saleh says:

    How do we become like this black rider in a world full of constraints and limits, how can your soul become free when all those around you have their heads buried deep in the dirt, when most of society mock those who aim to free themselves, it is weird in their eyes, all they see is the systems forced upon them by others. The rider to me symbolizes a person who thinks for himself and reaches the ultimate conclusion, this life is but a short journey, the rider sees beyond, lives in the next world and cares not what misery and loss the people around him live in , however gaining this freedom is the ultimate challange that we must all aim to acheive…

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Thanks Lulu! Please let your friend post her comment online, and I’ll answer yours and your friend’s questions online as well, so that everyone benefits.

      Love you. You’ll hear more InshaAllah

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Lulu,

      You asked a great question and you sort of answered it! In my opinion, it starts with true self esteem, and unshakable belief in your principles. It also includes the readiness to face objection and sometimes, more than objection from the sleep-walkers. You’re basically disturbing their sleep. You’re telling them: Wake up, there is a whole Universe out there, created by Allah to serve you, not the opposite. You have got it wrong people!

      Love you and miss you. I miss our talks and walks!

  17. Kinana says:

    أظن أن مفهوم الوقت يحتاج إلى المزيد
    ثم لدي تعقيب على مسألة الستارة وإن كنت لا أحب الخروج عن الموضوع لكن الأمور مرتبطة
    فلي عودة لذلك وللرد على ردّك بإذن الله ولكن حين أجد متسعاً في “وقتي” وفي عمري أولا

    • فاطمة says:

      كأني أراه..من الناحية الفنية كأني أرى المشهد: القلعة والحصان والدروب وعيني الطفل،.وقبل كل هؤلاء ذلك الفارس بصفاته الخارجية المميزة، ذات الأسر بالنسبة لمن نعرفهم من الرجال:) إضافة إلى صورته الداخلية التي يبرزها النص بالتدريج ومن خلال تساؤلات وتأملات..،.بعد قراءة التعليقات التي ناقشت المضمون، لا أجد المزيد حالياً، إذ هي قراءة واحدة فقط، أرجو أن تكزن لي عودة. حياك الله يا يمان وزادك من فضله وعونه،

      • فاطمة says:

        سميتَه راكبا وليس فارسا، وثمة فرق طبعا، أعتقد أني يجب أن ألتزم بكلماتك.

      • earlyeagle1 says:

        A rider could be a knight, or could be a normal man riding a horse. But in any case it’s a noble adjective to describe a man or a women for that matter. I intentionally describe the stranger using different words: Stranger, Rider, Man. They all apply, depending on the context. When he’s on the back of his horse ‘flying’, he’s a rider, and so on.

      • earlyeagle1 says:

        Expecting your ‘deeper’ feedback soon Sister InshaAllah.

        Love you.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      The curtain is another metaphor. We can discuss that off-line if you want.
      But briefly: The world you see around you is not absolute! It’s what your mind makes out of it, through the senses, the memories, the genetics, etc. So the world you experience, is different from the world I experience, is different form the world that seven billion inhabitants of planet Earth experience. Is that real, or a creation of the mind? That’s why to reach the truth, you need to dive deeper than the mind. The mind is the gate, a great tool. Open the gate and delve in, you will be amazed!

  18. Kinana says:

    نعم.. عذرا للتأخير
    تقول إحدى صاحباتي حين أتكلم : نطق أبو الهول!! أتمنى لو كنت أملك القدرة على الرد والتعبير ببساطة كغيري
    شكرا على وقتك يا خالو وعلى هذه القنابل الفكرية الجميلة التي تلقيها علينا كل حين
    وعلى هذه الصفحة التي وصلت الأقطاب ببعضها
    آمل أن لا تتوقف عن التأمل والكتابة وعن تحفيز الجميع على التأمل والكتابة
    جعل الله ذلك في ميزان حسناتك وكفاك ما أهمك
    أحبك أكثر

  19. Kinana says:

    سبحان الله (أفمن زُين له سوء عمله فرآه حسنا!!! أفأنت تنقذ من في النار؟) الواقع مؤلم ولكن الرضا به أشد ألما
    السلام عليكم
    العجيب هو أنه مهما تكن الفكرة عميقة أو جدية أو قاتمة فإن أسلوبك في عرضها راقي و “راااايق” وهذا شئ ساحر
    عنايتك يا خالي بالتفاصيل تزيد النص جمالا– بانتظار المزيد
    تساءلت في نفسي كما تساءلت ليلى ما الذي ميز الفارس عن باقي الناس وما هو ذلك المكان الذي أتى منه وعاد إليه
    يُتوقع من فارس كهذا أن يحاول التغيير والنصح قبل أن ينجو بنفسه ككل إنسان (إنساني) وككل رجل على حق ، يرى من الحق أكثر مما يرى غيره… فالحق مسؤولية ثقيلة على صاحبه وليس ميزة بقدر ما هو تكليف
    كيف واجه الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم وحده كل ذلك الضلال والعمى من حوله
    واستطاع تغيير نظرة العالم بأسره في سنوات معدودة
    أليس التغيير الآن أسهل منه حينئذ؟؟ الله أعلم
    ثم >الأشباح< التي رسمت للناس هذه القلعة،،، هل هذه إشارة إلى من يتحكم بالعالم اليوم وبالإعلام والدعاية،، أم تراها شياطين الإنس والجن التي تقعد للناس بكل صراط تقلب الموازين وتصد عن الحق وتزين الباطل
    (ولأضلنهم ولأمنينهم) (وما كان لي عليكم من سلطان إلا أن دعوتكم فاستجبتم لي فلا تلوموني ولوموا أنفسكم)
    توقعت كذلك أن يأخذ الطفل معه.. الأطفال جميعا خارج قلعة الزمن فلماذا؟
    هل هي الفطرة السليمة قبل أن تلوثها العولمة والحضارة المادية
    كلامك يذكربمعاني الغفلة التي وردت في القرآن وبالتقليد الأعمى الذي ذمه سبحانه وتعالى بشكل خاص
    وإن تطع أكثر من في الأرض يضلوك عن سبيل الله- الأنعام116
    قالوا بل نتبع ما ألفينا عليه آباءنا أولو كان آباؤهم لا يعقلون شيئا ولا يهتدون- البقرة170
    وإذا قيل لهم تعالوا إلى ما أنزل الله وإلى الرسول قالوا حسبنا ما وجدنا عليه آباءنا
    أولو كان آباؤهم لا يعلمون شيئا ولا يهتدون! -المائدة104
    بل قالوا إنا وجدنا آباءنا على أمة وإنا على آثارهم مهتدون
    وكذلك ما أرسلنا من قبلك في قرية من نذير إلا قال "مترفوها" إنا وجدنا آباءنا على أمة
    وإنا على آثارهم مقتدون قال أولو جئتكم بأهدى مما وجدتم عليه آباءكم؟
    قالوا إنا بما أرسلتم به كافرون! -الزخرف22-24
    صدق الله ومن أصدق من الله قيلا
    ومثل هذا كثير في القرآن وإن كان يخاطب الكافرين والمشركين لكنه يخاطب كل بشر بقدر ما آثر الإلف والعادة والمجتمع على الحق والمنطق والدليل.. نسأل الله العافية
    هل يعذرنا أو يعذر هؤلاء المساكين الجهل والضعف والاستضعاف ؟؟؟
    اللهم أرنا الحق حقا وارزقنا اتباعه وأرنا الباطل باطلا وارزقنا اجتنابه ولا تجعله ملتبسا علينا فنضل بعد إذ هديتنا

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Kinanah, finally! I’ve been waiting for you.

      MashaAllah, how wonderful it is to give the readers this link with our foundational principles.

      I’ll try to answer as much as possible:

      Why does the stranger leave? It’s a hopeless case, it’ll be destroyed and he’ll see to that.

      The children know better! they are not bound by time and space. Have you seen them play?

      He didn’t take the kid with him because he wanted to leave a seed behind. When the time comes, the child will leave, and the castle will diminish.

      The place: The stranger is not limited to time and space as we have grown to know them. Think about it: how long can we live? Say a 100 years. Divide that by infinity. You get zero. The same applies to space. They are both illusions. There is something real behind the curtain, all you have to do is take a peek. Allah described this life as play and fun, not real. The real life is there, when we meet Him…

      Love you Kinana, and thanks for participation!

  20. ibraheem saleh says:

    this man is the man that shall reawaken the world, rid them of their blindness, may he come soon and lead the people out of the darkness.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      I take it that you admire The Stranger! Do you see any of his attributes around, in today’s people? in you probably? Otherwise you wouldn’t have admired him that much.

      Glad you participated in this! Could you please subscribe to the blog. Your comments will enrich the discussion for sure.

      Love you Ibrahim!

      The Early Eagle

  21. Magda Elkadi says:

    I had to read it several times to fathom its meaning. I think I may still be missing something. If the Castle of Time represents our lives, then I would have to differ with the part about “No one to obey.” As a parent, I expected my kids to obey me; as a Head of School, I expect my students to obey; etc. There is even the ayah: “And obey Allah, and obey the Prophet and those in authority among you.”

    If, on the other hand, the Castle of Time represents those who go through life aimlessly earning a living without real purpose or thought, accepting everything that is said to them as Truth, then it makes more sense to me.

    Deep; a bit bleak; with a glimmer of hope for a better way of life that we have the power to choose.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Yes, in the physical domain, which is manifested in the poem by the Castle of Time, those rules apply. However, in the non-physical domain, where the stranger comes from, and the child is destined to follow his footsteps one day, it’s different. How different? Maybe will touch on that in another poem 🙂

      Thanks for your comment.

      Early Eagle

  22. Layla says:

    Here is a poignant message about the shackles placed on us in a world where the concept of time reigns supreme…I was especially touched by the child who knows the truth, that it’s all an illusion. I think we all wish, on some level, that we could remain children forever…

    I wonder what makes the stranger unique–why is he able to resist the Castle of Time?

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      It’s his nature! He’s born free, and has been free his whole life. The roles of time and space do not apply to him, and he knew it in an instant, that he must leave. He’s completely ‘incompatible’ with the Castle of Time’

      By the way, this is not fiction! You could be that rider, on some level, strange? visualize it, and it’ll come to you.

      Love you Lyla, and thanks for being among the first to comment!

      The Early Eagle

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