At last the journey brought us to Lefka and before me were the large blue double doors. Ancient wood crafted to fill the arched frame and above an inscription in graceful Arabic script. The doors were soon to be opened and naturally I wondered what lay beyond. The implacable barrier gave no hint. Dear Zero was with me hissing hasty reminders in my ear of the Adab (manners) I would…
I recall my first brush with Islam, a wonderful book by Irina Tweedie inspired me to go along to a free talk given by "A genuine oriental Sufi Master.
The hall was packed and I was lucky to find a spot to sit in.
then a very old man, looking half dead was carried onto the stage in some sort of sedan.
Within his first few words if found my eyes seeking the exit route. What had I blundered into, this was nothing to do with Guru's and Samhadi, more prayer mats fasting and…Continue