Journey of a sufi kid to mystical magic

insights, and each night found Amin contemplating the wisdom he had gained. One clear morning, as the birds sang their melodic tunes,

spect of our mystical journey-the Dance of the Whirling Dervishes

pt attention, eager to explore this

e or rituals. It is the experience of God's presence within us. The Whirling D

Amin. He had heard tales of their mesmerizing

Amin. He had heard tales of their mesmerizing

s of entering a trance-like state, where the self dissolves into th

uded part of the lodge's courtyard. Here, they would practic

he disciples raised their arms, right hand facing upward to receive God's blessings and left hand turned downward to

rotations were slow and deliberate, but as the dance progressed, the rhythm quickened, and the disciples beg

s fellow disciples. The world outside the courtyard faded away, and

pride and love. He knew that the dance was more th

and the disciples came to a graceful stop. They stood in a circle

ice that aligns our inner being with the rhythms of the universe. It is a reminder that we ar

ractice the Whirling Dance under Sheik's guidance. With each ses

the cosmos. His individuality dissolved, and he became one with the dance, the music, and the divine pr

d the sweetness of divine union, my dear Amin. Remember that the dance is not

tical journey was not limited to a single path or practice. It was a tapestry of