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Mudasir Ahmad ! Editor Telegram channel: Gift of Sufiyat WhatsApp: Gift of Sufiyat link: https://chat.whatsapp.com/Km6sYjwxQDYDBD5AHJgdH0 Facebook Page: Gift of Sufiyat https://www.facebook.com/profile.phpid=100075601820593 My Email:mudasirahmadbhat14@gmail.com ISLAM & SUFISM About "One" All space is filled with Saute Sarmad or the “Abstract Sound.” The vibrations of this Sound are too fine to be either audible or visible to the material ears or eyes, since it is even difficult for the eyes to see the form and colour of the ethereal vibrations on the external plane. It was the Saute Sarmad, the Sound of the abstract, which Mohammed SAW heard in the cave, Ghar-e-Hira, when he became lost in his ideal. The Koran refers to this Sound in the words: “Be and all become” (Kun-feu-kun). Moses heard this very sound on Mount Sinai (Koh-i-Toor), when in communion with God. The same word was audible to the Christ when absorbed in his Heavenly Father in the wilderness. Shiva heard the same Anahad Naad during his Samadhi in the Himalayas. The flute of Krishna is symbolic of the same Sound allegorically explained. This Sound is the source of all revelation to the Masters to whom It is revealed from within and it is, therefore, that they know and teach the one and the same Truth. - Hazrat Inayat Khan. Grow not skeptical, but attune thyself to the sound Coming down from the Heavens, Thy soul shall have revelations from afar. What are these The glimpses of the Unrevealed; were I o speak of these sweet melodies, Even the dead shall rise from their graves. Rise above the horizon, O brave soul, and hear the Melodious Song coming from the highest heaven. - Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi. The glory of God’s Naam has attuned my body and soul, The parched and thirsty get honeyed nectar from it. - Khwaja Nizam-ud-Din Chisti. From the turret of the Heaven, a call bids thee Home, But fallen into the snares thou listeneth not. No one knows where the Mansion of the Beloved lies, But sure enough, the chiming of the bells procee