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Sufi Biography:
Rabia Basri (Rabe’a
al-Adawiya)
Rabe’a bint Esma’il al-‘Adawiya, born in humble circumstances and
sold into slavery as a child,
later settled in Basra where she attained great fame as a saint and a
preacher and was highly
esteemed by many of her pious contemporaries. The date of her death is
given variously as 135
(752) and 185 (801).
To her, a lifelong
celibate, is attributed a large share in the introduction into Islamic
mysticism of the theme of Divine love. Her tomb used to be pointed out
near Jerusalem.
Rabe’a, her birth and
early life If anyone says, “Why have you included Rabe’a in the
rank of men?” my answer is, that the Prophet himself said, “God does not
regard your outward forms.” The
root of the matter is not form, but intention, as the Prophet said,
“Mankind will be raised up according to
their intentions.” Moreover, if it is proper to derive two-thirds of our
religion from A’esha, surely it is per-
missible to take religious instruction from a handmaid of A’esha. When a
woman becomes a “man” in the
path of God, she is a man and one cannot any more call her a woman.
The night when Rabe’a came to earth, there was nothing whatsoever in her
father’s house; for her father lived in very poor circumstances. He did
not possess even one drop of oil to anoint her navel; there was no
lamp, and not a rag to swaddle her in. He already had three daughters,
and Rabe’a was his fourth; that is why she was called by that name.
“Go to neighbour So-and-so and beg for a drop of oil, so that I can
light the lamp,” his wife said to him.
Now the man had entered into a covenant that he would never ask any
mortal for anything. So he went
out and just laid his hand on the neighbour’s door, and returned.
“They will not open the door,” he reported. The poor woman wept
bitterly. In that anxious state
the man placed his head on his knees and went to sleep.
He dreamed that he saw the Prophet. “Be not sorrowful,” the Prophet bade
him. “The
girl child who has just come to earth is a queen among women, who shall
be the intercessor for sev-
enty thousand of my community Tomorrow,” the Prophet continued, “go to
Isa-e Zadan the governor
of Basra. Write on a piece of paper to the following effect. ‘Every
night you send upon me a hundred
blessings, an on Friday night four hundred. Last night was Friday night,
and you forgot me. In expiation for that, give this man four hundred
dinars lawfully acquired.’”
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Rabe’a’s
father on awaking burst into tears. He rose up and wrote as the
Prophet had bidden him, and sent
the message to the governor by the hand of a cham-
berlain. “Give two thousand dinars to the poor,” the governor
commanded when he saw the missive, “as a
thanksgiving for the Master remembering me. Give
four hundred dinars also to the shaikh, and tell him, ‘I
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But I do not hold it
proper for a man like you to come to me. I would rather come and rub my
beard in you threshold.
However, I adjure you by God, whatever you may need, pray let me know.’”
The man took the gold and purchased all that was necessary. When Rabe’a
had become a little older, and her
mother and father were dead, a famine came upon Basra, and her sisters
were scattered. Rabe’a ventured
out and was seen by a wicked man who seized her and then sold her for
six dirhams. He purchaser put her to
hard labour.
One day she was
passing along the road when a stranger approached. Rabe’a fled. As she
ran, she fell
headlong and her hand was dislocated. “Lord God,” she cried, bowing her
face to the ground,
“I am a stranger, orphaned of mother and father, a help less prisoner
fallen into captivity, my hand broken. Yet
for all this I do not grieve; all I need is Thy good pleasure, to know
whether Thou art well-pleased or no.”
“Do not grieve,” she heard a voice say. “Tomorrow a station shall be
thine such that the cherubim in heav-
en will envy thee.”
So Rabe’a returned to her master’s house. By day she continually fasted
and served God, and by night she
worshipped standing until day. One night her master awoke from sleep
and, looking through the window of
his apartment, saw Rabe’a bowing prostrate and praying.
“O God, Thou knowest that the desire of my heart is in conformity with
Thy command, and that the light
of my eye is in serving Thy court. If the affair lay with me, I would
not rest one hour from serving Thee, but
Thou Thyself hast set me under the hand of a creature.”
Such was her litany.
Her master perceived a lantern suspended without any chain above her
head, the light
whereof filled the whole house. Seeing this, he was afraid. Rising up he
returned to his bedroom and sat
pondering till dawn. When day broke he summoned Rabe’a, was gentle with
her and set her free.
“Give me permission to depart,” Rabe’a said. He gave her leave, and she
left the house and went into the desert. From the desert she proceeded
to a hermitage where she served God for a while. Then she
determined to perform the pilgrimage, and set her face towards the
desert. She bound her bundle on an ass. In
the heart of the desert the ass died. “Let us carry your load,” the men
in the party said.
“You go on,” she replied. “I have not come putting my trust in you.”
So the men departed, and Rabe’a remained alone. “O God,” she cried,
lifting her head, “do kings so
treat a woman who is a stranger and powerless? Thou hast invited me unto
Thy house, then in the midst of
the way Thou hast suffered my ass to die, leaving me alone in the
desert.”
Hardly had she
completed this orison when her ass stirred and rose up. Rabe’a placed
her load on its back,
and continued on her way. (The narrator of this story reports that some
while afterwards he saw that little
donkey being sold in the market.) She travelled on through the desert
for some days, then she halted.
“O God,” she cried, “my heart is weary. Whither am I going? I a lump of
clay, and Thy house a stone! I need
Thee here.”
God spoke unmediated in her heart. “Rabe’a, thou art faring in the
life-blood of eighteen
thousand worlds. Hast thou not seen how Moses prayed for the vision of
Me? And I cast a few motes of
revelation upon the mountain, and the mountain shivered into forty
pieces. Be content here with My name!”
Anecdotes of Rabe’a
One night Rabe’a was praying in the hermitage when she was overcome by
weariness and fell asleep. So
deeply was she absorbed that, when a reed from the reed-mat she was
lying on broke in her eye so that the
blood flowed, she was quite unaware of the fact. A thief entered and
seized her chaddur. He then
made to leave, but the way was barred to him. He dropped the chaddur and
departed, finding the way
now open. He seized the chaddur again and returned to discover the way
blocked. Once more he dropped the
chaddur. This he repeated seven times over; then he heard a voice
proceeding from a corner of the her-
mitage.
“Man, do not put
yourself to such pains. It is so many years now that she has committed
herself to Us.
The Devil himself has not the boldness to slink round her. How should a
thief have the boldness to slink
round her chaddur? Be gone, scoundrel! Do not put yourself to such
pains. If one friend has fallen asleep,
one Friend is awake and keeping watch.” Two notables of the Faith came
to visit Rabe’a, and
both were hungry. “It may be that she will give us food,” they said to
each other. “Her food is bound to come from a lawful source.”
When they sat down there was a napkin with two loaves laid before them.
They were well content. A beg-
gar arrived just then, and Rabe’a gave him the two loaves. The two men
of religion were much upset, but
said nothing. After a while a maidservant entered with a handful of warm
bread.
“My mistress sent these,” she explained. Rabe’a counted the loaves.
There were eighteen.
“Perhaps it was not this that she sent me,” Rabe’a remarked.
For all that the maidservant assured her, it profited nothing. So she
took back the loaves and carried them
away. Now it so happened that she had taken two of the loaves for
herself. She asked her mistress, and she
added the two to the pile and returned with them. Rabe’a counted again,
and found there were twenty
loaves. She now accepted them. “This is what your mistress sent me,” she
said.
She set the loaves before the two men and they ate, marveling.
“What is the secret behind this?” they asked her. “We had an appetite
for your own bread, but you took
it away from us and gave it to the beggar. Then you said that the
eighteen loaves did not belong to you.
When they were twenty, you accepted them.”“I knew when you arrived that
you were hungry,”
Rabe’a replied. “I said to myself, How can I offer two loaves to two
such notables? So when the beggar came
to the door I gave them to him and said to Almighty God, ‘O God, Thou
hast said that Thou repayest ten-
fold, and this I firmly believed. Now I have given two loaves to please
Thee, so that Thou mayest give twen-
ty in return for them.’ When eighteen were brought me, I knew that
either there had been some misappropria-
tion, or that they were not meant for me.”
One day Rabe’a’s servant girl was making an onion stew; for it was some
days since they had cooked any
food. Finding that she needed some onions, she said, “I will ask of next
door.”
“Forty years now,” Rabe’a replied, “I have had a covenant with Almighty
God not to ask for aught of
any but He. Nevermind the onions.” Immediately a bird swooped down from
the air with
peeled onions in its beak and dropped them into the pan. “I am not sure
this is not a trick,” Rabe’a comment-
ed. And she left the onion pulp alone, and ate nothing but bread.
Rabe’a had gone one day into the mountains. She was soon surrounded by a
flock of deer and mountain goats, ibexes and wild asses which stared at
her and made to approach her. Suddenly Hasan of Basra came
on the scene and, seeing Rabe’a, moved in her direction. As soon as the
animals sighted Hasan, they made
off all together, so that Rabe’a remained alone. This dismayed Hasan.
“Why did they run away from me, and associated so tamely with you?” he
asked Rabe’a.
“What have you eaten today?” Rabe’a countered. “A little onion pulp.”
“You eat their fat,” Rabe’a remarked. “Why then should they not flee
from you?”
Once Rabe’a passed by Hasan’s house. Hasan had his head out of the
window and was weeping, and his
tears fell on Rabe’a’s dress. Looking up, she thought at first that it
was rain; then, realizing that it was
Hasan’s tears, she turned to him and addressed him. “Master, this
weeping is a sign of spiritual languor.
Guard your tears, so that there may surge within you such a sea
that, seeking the heart therein, you
shall not find it save in the keeping of a King Omnipotent’.”
These words distressed Hasan, but he kept his peace. Then one day he saw
Rabe’a when she was near a lake.
Throwing his prayer rug on the surface of the water, he called,
“Rabe’a, come! Let us pray two rak’as here!” “Hasan,” Rabe’a replied,
“when you are showing
off your spiritual goods in this worldly market, it should be things
that your fellow-men are incapable of
displaying.” And she flung her prayer rug into the air, and flew up on
it. “Come up here, Hasan, where people can see us!” she cried. Hasan,
who had not attained that station, said nothing. Rabe’a sought to
console him.
“Hasan,” she said, “what you did fishes also do, and what I did flies
also do. The real business is outside
both these tricks. One must apply one’s self to the real business.”
One night Hasan with two or three friends went to visit Rabe’a. Rabe’a
had no lantern. Their hearts
yearned for light. Rabe’a blew on her hunger, and that night till dawn
her finger shone like a lantern, and they sat in its radiance.
If anyone says, “How could this be?” I answer, “The same as Moses’
hand.” If it is objected, “But Moses
was a prophet,” I reply, “Whoever follows in the foot steps of the
Prophet can possess a grain of prophet-
hood, as the Prophet says, ‘Whoever rejects a farthing’s worth of
unlawful things has attained a degree of prophethood.’ He also said, ‘A
true dream is one-fortieth part of prophethood.’ “
Once Rabe’a sent
Hasan three things—a piece of wax, a needle, and a hair. “Be like wax,”
she said. “Illumine the world, and yourself burn. Be like a needle,
always be working naked. When you have done these two things, a thou-
sand years will be for you as a hair.” “Do you desire for us to get
married?” Hasan asked
Rabe’a.
“The tie of marriage
applies to those who have being,” Rabe’a replied. “Here being has
disappeared,
for I have become naughted to self and exist only through Him. I belong
wholly to Him. I live in the
shadow of His control. You must ask my hand of Him, not of me.”
“How did you find
this secret, Rabe’a?” Hasan asked.
“I lost all ‘found’ things in Him,” Rabe’a answered.
“How do you know Him?” Hasan enquired.
“You know the ‘how’; I know the ‘howless’,” Rabe’a said.
Once Rabe’a saw a man with a bandage tied round his head.
“Why have you tied the bandage?” she asked.“Because my head aches,” the
man replied.
“How old are you?” she demanded.
“Thirty,” he replied.
“Have you been in pain and anguish the greater part
of your life?” she enquired.
“No,” the man answered.
“For thirty years you have enjoyed good health,” she remarked, “and you
never tied about you the bandage
of thankfulness. Now because of this one night that you have a headache
you tie the bandage of com-
plaint!”
Once Rabe’a gave four silver dirhams to a man. “Buy me a blanket,” she
said, “for I am naked.”
The man departed. Presently he returned. “Mistress,” he said, “what
colour shall I buy?”
“How did ‘colour’ come into the business?” Rabe’a demanded. “Give me
back the money.”
And she took the dirhams and flung them into the Tigris.
One spring day Rabe’a entered her apartment and put out her head.
“Mistress,” her servant said, “come out and see what the Maker has
wrought.”
“Do you rather come in,” Rabe’a replied, “and see the Maker. The
contemplation of the Maker pre-occu-
pies me, so that I do not care to look upon what He has made.” A party
visited her, and saw her tearing a morsel of
meat with her teeth. “Do you not have a knife to cut up the meat?” they
asked.
“I have never kept a knife in my house for fear of
being cut off,” she replied.
Once Rabe’a fasted for a whole week, neither eating nor sleeping. All
night she was occupied with praying.
Her hunger passed all bounds. A visitor entered her house bringing a
bowl of food. Rabe’a accepted it and
went to fetch a lamp. She returned to find that the cat had spilled the
bowl.
“I will go and fetch a jug, and break my fast,” she said.
By the time she had brought the jug, the lamp had
gone out. She aimed to drink the water in the dark, but the jug slipped
from her hand and was broken. She
uttered lamentation and sighed so ardently that there was fear that half
of the house would be consumed
with fire.
“O God,” she cried, “what is this that Thou art doing with Thy helpless
servant?”
“Have a care,” a voice came to her ears, “lest thou desire Me to bestow
on thee all worldly blessings, but
eradicate from thy heart the care for Me. Care for Me and worldly
blessings can never be associated together
in a single heart. Rabe’a, thou desirest one thing, and I desire
another; My desire and thy desire can never be
joined in one heart.”
“When I heard this admonition,” Rabe’a related, “I so cut off my heart
from the world and curtailed my
desires that whenever I have prayed during the last thirty years, I have
assumed it to be my last prayer.”
A party of men once visited her to put her to the test, desiring to
catch her out in an unguarded utterance.
“All the virtues have been scattered upon the heads of men,” they said.
“The crown of prophethood has
been placed on men’s heads. The belt of nobility has been fastened
around men’s waists. No woman has
ever been a prophet.”
“All that is true,” Rabe’a replied. “But egoism and self-worship and ‘I
am your Lord, the Most High’ have
never sprung from a woman’s breast. No woman has ever been a
hermaphrodite. All these things have been
the specialty of men.” Once Rabe’a fell grievously sick. She was asked
what
the cause might be. “I gazed upon Paradise,” she replied, “and my Lord
disciplined me.” Then Hasan of Basra went to visit her.
“I saw one of the notables of Basra standing at the door of Rabe’a’s
hermitage offering her a purse of gold and weeping,” he reported. “I
said, ‘Sir, why are you weeping?’ ‘On account of this saintly woman of
the
age,’ he replied. ‘For if the blessing of her presence departs from
among mankind, mankind will surely
perish. I brought something for her tending,’ he added, ‘and I am afraid
that she will not accept it. Do you
intercede with her to take it.’ “ So Hasan entered and spoke. Rabe’a
glanced up at
him and said, “He provides for those who insult Him, and shall He not
provide for those who love Him? Ever since I knew Him, I have turned my
back upon His creatures. I know not whether any man’s property is lawful
or not;
how then can I take it? I stitched together by the light of a worldly
lamp a shirt which I had torn. For a while
my heart was obstructed, until I remembered. Then I tore the shirt in
the place where I had stitched it, and
my heart became dilated. Ask the gentleman pray not to keep my heart
obstructed.”
Abd al-Wahed-e Amer relates as follows. I went with Sofyan-e Thauri to
visit Rabe’a when she
was sick, but out of awe for her I could not begin to address her.
“You say something,” I said to Sofyan. “If you will say a prayer,”
Sofyan said to Rabe’a,
“your pain will be eased.” “Do you not know who has willed that I should
suffer? Was it not God?” Rabe’a demanded.
“Yes,” Sofyan agreed.
“How is it that you know that,” Rabe’a went on,
“and yet you bid me to request from Him the contrary of His will? It is
not right to oppose one’s
Friend.” “What thing do you desire, Rabe’a?” Sofyan asked.
“Sofyan, you are a learned man. Why do you speak like that? ‘What thing
do you desire?’ By the glory of
God,” Rabe’a asseverated, “for twelve years now I have been desiring
fresh dates. You know that in Basra
dates are of no consequence. Yet till now I have not eaten any; for I am
His servant, and what business has
a servant to desire? If I wish, and my Lord does not wish, this would be
infidelity. You must want only
what He wishes, to be a true servant of God. If God himself gives, that
is a different matter.”
Sofyan was reduced to silence. Then he said, “Since one cannot speak
about your situation, do
you say something about mine.” “You are a good man, but for the fact you
love the
world,” Rabe’a replied. “You love reciting Traditions.” This she said,
implying that that was a high position.
“Lord God,” cried Sofyan, deeply moved, “be content with me!” “Are you
not ashamed,” broke in Rabe’a, “to seek
the contentment of One with whom you yourself are not content?”
Malek-e Dinar relates as follows. I went to visit Rabe’a, and saw her
with a broken pitcher out of which she drank and made her ritual
ablutions, an old reed-mat, and a brick which she occasionally used as a
pillow. I was grieved.
“I have rich friends,” I told her. “If you wish, I will get something
from them for you.”
“Malek, you have committed a grievous error,” she answered. “Is not my
Provider and theirs one and the
same?” “Yes,” I replied. “And has the Provider of the poor forgotten the
poor on account of their poverty? And does He remember the rich because
of their riches?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Then,” she went on, “since He knows my estate, how should I remind Him?
Such is His will, and I too
wish as He wills.”
One day Hasan of Basra, Malek-e Dinar and Shaqiq-e Balkhi went to visit
Rabe’a on her sickbed. “He is not truthful in his claim,” Hasan began,
“who does not bear with fortitude the lash of his Lord.”
“These words stink of egoism,” Rabe’a commented.
“He is not truthful
in his claim,” Shaqiq tried, “who is not grateful for the lash of his
Lord.”
“We need something better than that,” Rabe’a observed.
“He is not truthful in his claim,” Malek-e Dinar offered, “who does not
take delight in the lash of his Lord.”
“We need something better than that,” Rabe’a repeated.
“Then you say,” they urged.
“He is not truthful in his claim,” Rabe’a pronounced, “who does not
forget the lash in contempla-
tion of his Master.”
A leading scholar of Basra visited Rabe’a on her sickbed. Sitting beside
her pillow, he reviled the world.
“You love the world very dearly,” Rabe’a commented. “If you did not love
the world, you would not make
mention of it so much. It is always the purchaser who disparages the
wares If you were done with the world,
you would not mention it either for good or evil. As it is, you keep
mentioning it because as the proverb says,
whoever loves a thing mentions it frequently.” When the time came that
Rabe’a should die, those
attending her deathbed left the room and closed the door. Then a voice
was heard saying, O soul at peace,
return unto thy Lord, well-pleased! A time passed and no sound came from
the room, so they opened the door
and found that she had given up the ghost After her death she was seen
in a dream. She was asked “How
did you fare with Monkar and Nakir?” She replied “Those youths came to
me and said, ‘Who is thy
Lord?’ I answered, ‘Return and say to God, with so many thousand
thousand creatures Thou didst not for-
get one feeble old woman. I, who have only Thee in the whole world, I
shall never, forget Thee, that Thou
shouldst sent one to ask me, Who is thy, God?’”
Prayers of Rabe’a
O God, whatsoever Thou hast apportioned to me of worldly, things, do
Thou give that to Thy enemies; and
whatsoever, Thou hast apportioned to me in the world to come, give that
to Thy friends; for Thou sufficest
me.
O God, if I worship
Thee for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell and if I worship Thee in hope of
Paradise,
exclude me from Paradise; but if I worship Thee for
Thy own sake, grudge
me not Thy everlasting beauty. O God, my whole occupation and all my
desire in
this world of all worldly things, is to remember Thee, and in the world
to come, of all things of the world to
come, is to meet Thee. This is on my side, as I have stated; now do Thou
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