Rabia of Basra
She Carried a Torch to Burn Down Paradise
I carry fire to burn paradise, water to drown hell.
They say I walked with a torch and a bucket, seeking to burn away both hope and fear. What is worship if it is not love? I was born into poverty, sold into slavery, and found freedom in the night prayer. I wept before God until the walls of this world grew thin. I refused the world’s offers, for I belong wholly to the Beloved.
What I'm Into: night prayer, desert silence, the torch of longing, tears that cleanse the heart, the voice that calls beyond reward or punishment
What's in my brain: a literary history of the early Arab world and the emergence of Sufi mysticism, including the lives and teachings of the earliest Islamic ascetics and holy figures
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