It seems I have been looking around absentmindedly. The incongruity of what I see and what goes through my mind is evidence of this. So, what is it that shakes me to the core without making me feel disconnected from myself? What is it that erases the world right in front of my eyes? The activity in my mind has taken control of my pulse; they are keeping rhythm together. Even if I try to take control of my thoughts, they push me to continue. I close my eyes, and my thoughts take shape in front of my closed eyelids. Eventually, I understand that these things in front of me are quite familiar. Yes, these are memories that have been my companions in the depths of my memory.
Memories that we keep in the depths of our hearts like treasure… Some memories we recall repeatedly with a smile, while others we wish to erase with teary eyes but cannot… So, is it better for us to remember or to completely forget and never remember again? When I pause and think, my gratitude to God multiplies. Because He, with His mercy, reminds us of our happiness, making us joyful, and at the same time, He pushes our sorrows deep, lightening our burdens.
But sometimes, the pains we experience deeply etch into our hearts. So much so that this wound, despite the passing of time, keeps bleeding without forming a scab. Once upon a time, Rumi and Shams were two friends of God who met in Divine love. This destiny was a sacred gift to them. Were they not like two mirrors reflecting each other, friends who were companions on this path? Was it not necessary for the silk worm to lose itself for the silk to emerge unharmed from its cocoon?
After Shams’ departure, Rumi continued to write poems, drawing strength from the memories of him. Now, he had become the interpreter of silence. His poems spread far and wide, from mouth to mouth.
Now, I look back at the question I asked. Does it do us good to remember the days filled with so much joy and sorrow? I seem to think differently now. If the Creator has given me this ability, surely there is some beauty, some wisdom in it. Even in the painful days in my memories, there must be a lesson for me.
