In various predominantly Muslim cultures, when we meet each other, to inquire how the other person is doing, we ask Kyaa haal hai?- Urdu, Kaifaa Haal-ik?- Arabic, Haalé shomaa chetoreh- Persian? How is your haal?
What is this haal we inquire of?
It is the transient stage of one's heart in that particular moment.
I don't ask what your to do list says, I don't ask if your financials are in place, I don't ask how your loved ones are or how you are towards them, I don't ask of the health of your heart or any other organ, I don't ask if you have touched the zenith of perfection for today, done everything, fulfilled your responsibilities. I ask you to reach down deep into your well of emotions, through to the depths of your heart and tell me, in this very moment, is your heart joyous? Are you living in peace, does the transient stage of your heart in this moment reflect that?
So I ask you, Haalé shomaa chetoreh?
What is this haal we inquire of?
It is the transient stage of one's heart in that particular moment.
I don't ask what your to do list says, I don't ask if your financials are in place, I don't ask how your loved ones are or how you are towards them, I don't ask of the health of your heart or any other organ, I don't ask if you have touched the zenith of perfection for today, done everything, fulfilled your responsibilities. I ask you to reach down deep into your well of emotions, through to the depths of your heart and tell me, in this very moment, is your heart joyous? Are you living in peace, does the transient stage of your heart in this moment reflect that?
So I ask you, Haalé shomaa chetoreh?
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