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The availale space of life is so diminutive to grant you realization,while a single verse in the creation of Allah would explain all the life. A single glance in the soul book would provide you with the perfect vision . The world is too narrow restrain us while the oneness of Allah contained the the world long ago.

Hey barber, look forward to that realm. There is a shadow to cover you and under its canopy you won't know. Bare hunger, in order to be fill of the saturation of nourishment. Be thirsty in order to drink your fill. Vamoose, in order to come back. Last in your essence more you’ll realize more.

O God you are the most omnipresence and we are the most lost ones.

A single hair in a customer head is more wonderful than all philosophers theories. All the flexibility of thoughts can't compare to the wonder of one hair. It grows, responds to nourishment, can be tamed and directed. And at the moment, it's clipped out of the charming structure it becomes meaningless. Its fall from the face brings no passion. It is boring. Though it was decorating the head a while ago, it's destiny is now a mere garbage basket, as if it never existed.

If one hair is not in its place, then the ugliness and the miso will dominate. To each man the hair follows its own patterns. Is there a single organism that grows the same? Nay, not one.

Oh the structure of human hair . The hair that adorns mans head,what a wonder!. The gentle landscape that fills the top of man's head, directed in it's growth and pattern by Allah. The sideburns. The wonderful circulation of the hair around the ear. So logical and simple and yet an elegance. They surround the face are as tiny gentle hands of angels, cradling the face. The moustache - lightly tickling the nostrils covering the mouth the one side frame around the smiling lips. The beard; a light shadow like that which caresses the fullest moon. “O’ God will you acquire me how the beard grows in that unique formation?” Accordingly each face is granted a limited combination. Some may have just a very little bit of hairs spring forth. Each face left to its own will wield its secret if left unchecked and thus we see the uniqueness allotted to each of us in Allah’s wisdom. . It is drawn in content and arranged way. Like the lust of drinking water to fill one’s thirstiness that doesn’t reach to surfeit. It is leaved a while then it will wield in a golden clasp or bone- black color in unbreakable compassion.

The seepage of the old age as it sneaks in upon our lives. Through the white hairs we are slowly made aware of the age coming upon us. The silver gardens, the cotton petals - this is how I see one who has aged. This is how, I the barber, view the coming of age in those whose hair I cut. How quietly these gardens of age come upon us! Who directs the changing of the color of the head? How do these colors seep in? When given the time to ask the question if we would but return to the innocence of children and their amazement of the miracles of Allah it is he who would grant us an assured knowledge.

The moustache. What a funny creation. It lightly tickles the nostrils covering the mouth. It can be trimmed short or grown long. They grow plain and straight. They curve upwards. Some are thick. Some are thin. When combined with a goatee they form a frame around the smiling lips. The moustache, how it stands so bravely between the nose and the mouth in a knightly courage. Imagining it in another place is impossible.

The beard. Oh how the beard forms from the side burns. As a barber I can contour the beard to enhance the facial features. Freshly started, the beard is like a light shadow which caresses the fullest moon. “O’ God will you acquire me how the beard grows in that unique formation?”

Accordingly each face is granted a limited combination. Some may have just a very little bit of hairs spring forth. Each face left to its own will wield its secret if left unchecked and thus we see the uniqueness allotted to each of us in Allah’s wisdom. All these features are granted from Allah for the adornment of man. And I, the barber, an instrument in Allah’s great hands. “Thank you, Allah, for the gift I have to see. The gift of appreciation for the simplest of wonders.”

The mother of believers, Ayish, said once “praise God who beautifies the faces of men by the beards”.

It was narrated that the messenger of God, peace be upon him, smiled whenever he saw a man with little hair in his chin, though long. One day the man shaved his beard. The prophet withdrew from him his passionate smile and quickly brushed on by, away from him. The man was awe-struck. "Where was his content smile?" he wondered. "O’ God's messenger, when you would meet me you used to smile," said the man.

The prophet, peace be upon him, said to him, "the meaning of my greeting before when I would see you is such that I saw the angels play with your little hair, but now I can’t see them as you shaved your beard."

You can’t imagine a prophet without a beard.

I asked a wise man once why he had a beard.

The man replied: “It‘s God instinct that he creates in me. The description of prophets, characteristics of a scientist, the habit of the good men and my baby didn’t sleep without playing with it.”

The handsomeness of the brows. As wise as wisdom could be. They stand over the eyes cordially, gently and calmly. They shake hands sometimes or become far and they exchange through their animations thoughts, revealing all emotion; longing, desire, confusion, fear, love and gentlness. The brows in their placement over the eyes communicate often what we are unable to voice. They and our eyes are the windows of our souls. If studied carefully, they reveal all our innermost secrets of ourselves.

The eyelashes embrace. In sleep they form a cover and closed there is safety of the fear of the world.

Even the nose capillaries, brave and amorous. A clash and a protection. A dam behind a dam. The sweet breath goes out. Only the allowed breath has the permission to get in, none else as it does not carry the print of the divine permit.

It’s narrated that the messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, the day of Mecca conquest was happy and simple. He slaughtered camels and emancipated the free and went and he made a pilgrimage to the holy mosque. At that time he shaved his hair and then distributed them to the Companions.

I did not wish to be another barber in my life, as I am with that one for he shaved the head of the prophet, peace be upon him. I have often wished I were the prophet’s barber. What a love of the hair was filling him as he scissors and razor touched the greatness of this man. What longing was in the hitting of his scissors? What splendor felt it during the shave? I wish I were that barber.

The messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, says: who had a hair then he is too benevolent to it.

The world takes us. The astonishment is stolen of us. The familiarity. The enemy of being grateful and it is the devil’s weapon.

We pass by the beauty and do not see it out of habit. How we do not stop in every moment so that we wonder at things we think it natural and ordinary. How I could thank you a lot O Allah on this elegance that granted it the human.

In the name of all of your praise and all who and older did not remember the gratitude. I praise you the number of all human being hairs.

Oh Allah grant me a deep little love for your signs. The hair, the nail and the easiest simple things. Oh, Allah supposes me an eye she sees and a heart does not stop the wonder and the praise. You created me beautiful and unique, you created millions of the faces by millions of millions of forms and features.

In the same narrow area. I did not cut at all to two customers for them the same hair design. It did not reveal for me two heads by the same secret or talk to me the same talk. What a beautify, what a wonderful.

Oh Allah grant me the astonishment.. Your creation is great and the age is temporary and the life is unsuccessful drowned in and its land solution.

Oh Allah a same from dispersal of the things gathers and he professed the oneness of me in your love. O you created what he is the presence and more capable what it is the ability .. O Allah .. Oh God .. My darling .