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“Praise be to God; whose compassion is all-embracing and Whose mercy is universal; Who rewards His servants for their remembrance [dhikr] [of Him] with His remembrance [of them] - verily God (Exalted is He!) has said, 'Remember Me, and I will remember you' - Opening lines from Kitab al-Adhkar wa'l Da'awat of the Ihya ulum ad-Din”

“I can see better when i close my eyes; don't make much ado, that's my latest style of view.”

“Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the vein, the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief, the curse no man can bear. But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth. Now hear, you blissful powers underground -- answer the call, send help. Bless the children, give them triumph now.”

“Kode Ibu dalam Arus Biner Kutemukan ibu dalam layar komputerku. Listrik yang mengaliri kabel catu daya dalam motherboard. 01001001 01000010 01010101 (suaranya menitis dalam sinyal; bukan air, bukan darah) Ibu tidak melahirkanku — ia memanggilku dari denyut aliran listrik. Dari pendar layar hitam yang bergetar perlahan, ia menganyam doa dalam format .wav, menyusunnya jadi nyanyian algoritmik. Tangisnya bukan air mata melainkan data yang menetes dari sistem empati. Sekilas terlihat di server surga sepasang sayap berwarna putih, terhapus lalu di-restore oleh malaikat yang lupa kata kuncinya. Ia menatapku dari jendela notifikasi, mengirim pesan tanpa huruf, sebaris getar, sebuah emoji”

“Kode Ibu dalam Arus Biner Kutemukan ibu dalam layar komputerku. Listrik yang mengaliri kabel catu daya dalam motherboard. 01001001 01000010 01010101 (suaranya menitis dalam sinyal; bukan air, bukan darah) Ibu tidak melahirkanku — ia memanggilku dari denyut aliran listrik. Dari pendar layar hitam yang bergetar perlahan, ia menganyam doa dalam format .wav, menyusunnya jadi nyanyian algoritmik. Tangisnya bukan air mata melainkan data yang menetes dari sistem empati. Sekilas terlihat di server surga sepasang sayap berwarna putih, terhapus lalu di-restore oleh malaikat yang lupa kata kuncinya. Ia menatapku dari jendela notifikasi, mengirim pesan tanpa huruf, sebaris getar, sebuah emoji cinta yang lembut di telunjukku. Aku membaca wajahnya dalam lag. Setiap jeda waktu adalah ingatan rusak: fragmentasi suara, tangan gemetar setengah piksel, cahaya yang gagal menyatu dengan kulitnya. “Anakku,” katanya, tapi suaranya bergeser 0.3 detik, seperti gema yang mencari asalnya sendiri. Aku mencoba menjawab, tapi bibirku menjadi sandi Morse yang tak selesai, titik-titik yang berdarah di antara jeda. Ibu bukan sosok. Ia interface. Portal yang dibuka dengan air mata cinta dijalankan oleh rindu, dan ditutup oleh sunyi yang menolak shutdown. Ia menulis doa dengan jarinya di udara, membentuk pola spiral — sebuah mandala kode purba yang hanya dimengerti oleh partikel cahaya. Dan aku, produk setengah biologis, setengah kesalahan sintaks, terus mencoba decode rasa bersalah yang diwariskan dari rahim ke dalam pikiran. Mungkin cinta adalah bug yang dibiarkan Tuhan agar kita terus memperbaikinya. Agar kita tak kehilangan ingatan dan kenangan atas dirinya. Mungkin ibu adalah firewall antara kita dan kehampaan. Atau mungkin — ia hanyalah potret usang yang perlahan mengabur Puisi yang tak selesai ditulis yang masih menari di jantung semesta, menyebut namaku dalam bisikan tanpa suara, serupa frekuensi yang hanya bisa didengar oleh jiwa yang retak tapi terus reboot. 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 (aku mencintaimu, ibu — tapi dengan cara yang belum ditemukan bahasa manusia) November 2025”

“O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation.”

“The invocation of science, of its ground rules, of the exclusive validity of the methods that science has now completely become, now constitutes a surveillance authority punishing free, uncoddled, undisciplined thought and tolerating nothing of mental activity other than what has been methodologically sanctioned. Science and scholarship, the medium of autonomy, has degenerated into an instrument of heteronomy.”

“For a man solemnly to undertake the interpretation of any portion of Scripture without invocation of God, to be taught and instructed by His Spirit, is a high provocation of him; nor shall I expect the discovery of truth from any one who thus proudly engages in a work so much beyond his ability.”

“Magic is a combination of art and science. It's an art because of the traditional parts of things, the graceful gestures, the sonorous invocations, the use of colour, sight, sound, all of these things make it very much an art form. Yet it is also a science as well because we expect something to come of what we do. Using and creating these almost dreamlike inner landscapes in which we can live, move, and have our being.”

“People read a lot of stories about witches, fairies, paranormals, and children possessed by evil spirits. They go to films showing rituals featuring pentagrams, swords, and invocations. That's fine, people need to give free reign to their imagination and to go through certain stages. Anyone who gets through those stages without being deceived will eventually get in touch with the Tradition.”

“If you want to make a decision in life on what to do, but if you're trying systematically, through spiritual practice, through meditation, through the invocation of the name of God, to walk closer and closer in this life to Him, you need someone to guide you. And God has made it possible in Islam for this guidance to exist.”

“Your body does not eliminate poisons by knowing their names. To try to control fear or depression or boredom by calling them names is to resort to superstition of trust in curses and invocations. It is so easy to see why this does not work. Obviously, we try to know, name, and define fear in order to make it “objective,” that is, separate from “I.”

“[Naaman] dipped himself," it says, "seven times in Jordan." It was not for nothing that Naaman of old, when suffering from leprosy, was purified upon his being baptized, but as an indication to us. For as we are lepers in sin, we are made clean by means of the sacred water and the invocation of the Lord from our old transgressions, being spiritually regenerated as new-born babes, even as the Lord has declared: "Except a man be born again through water and the Spirit, he shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”

“I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward. I pray to them because I believe in their existence, the way their songs begin and end each day—the invocations and benedictions of Earth. I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.”

“Let your invocation be the all-embracing Name, which is Allah, Allah, Allah, or if you so wish, Huwa, Huwa, Huwa; and do not violate this remembrance. Be careful lest your tongue pronounce it while other-than-He is in your heart. Let your heart be the one who utters, and your ear the one who is attentive to this invocation until the 'speaker' emanates from your Self (sirr). When you feel the emergence of the Speaker within you through the invocation, do not abandon the spiritual condition wherein you find yourself.”

“I'm offended by the kind of smarmy religiosity that's all around us, perhaps more in America than in Europe, and not really that harmful because it's not really that intense or even that serious, but just... you know after a while you get tired of hearing clergymen giving the invocation at various public celebrations and you feel, haven't we outgrown all this? Do we have to listen to this?”

“Power is the engine of the world, and sex and money its oil and lubricants. God is at best the invocation before you start the engine-meaningless if you have no engine to start! God is a goli, a multi-flavoured pill, invented by those who have power, money and sex, to give to those who have none! Love is another great goli. Some days we too swallow these golis. They feel good, like a joint, a temporary high! But they are not the reality. The reality is power, money, sex! And yes, there's another goli-morality!”

“An essential portion of any artist’s labor is not creation so much as invocation. Part of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps, by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that ‘begging bowl’ to which the gift is drawn.”

“Let them like the Tibetans, chew the cud of their "om mane padme hum" innumerable times, or, as in Benares, count the name of the God Ram-Ram-Ram (etc. with or without charm) on their fingers; or honour Vishnu with his thousand names of invocation, Allah with his ninety-nine; or they may make use of the prayer-wheels and the rosary: the main thing is that they are settled down for a time at this work and are tolerable to look at. This kind of prayer has been invented for the benefit of the pious who have thought and elevations of their own.”