The Untold Story of Rumi by – Rimjhim Mishra XI ‘ D’

Who was Rumi ? Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, and more popularly simply known as Rumi was a 13th century Persian poet. He was born on the Eastern shores of the Persian Empire on September 30, 1207, in the city of Balkh in what is now Afghanistan and finally settled in the town of Konya, in what is now Turkey.

Who was Rumi married to? In 1225, Rumi married Gowhar Khatun in Karaman. They had two sons: Sultan Walad and Ala-eddin Chalabi. When his wife died, Rumi married again and had a son , Amir Ali Chalabi, and a daughter Malakeh Khatun.

Shams In 1244, Rumi met a travelling Sufi named Shams (Shamsi Tabrizi) and his whole course of life changed. They stayed together for a period of 2 years, short period but it left a great impact on Rumi’s life. When Shams’s extinguished Rumi when to a state of grief. Many believe he was murdered, but Rumi himself did not think so. He travelled for years looking for his friend, and it was this loss that led to the outpouring of his soul through his poetry, he wrote 70,000 verses of poetry and 2 books Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi and Masnavi.

Was Rumi religious? Rumi was the son of a renowned Sufi scholar, and it is more than likely that he was introduced to Sufism from a young age. Sufism is a branch of Islam primarily concerned with developing the spirituality, or more precisely the inner character, of a Muslim

Poetry of Rumi . Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing . Late by myself

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep.”

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, Cloud cover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living with the ocean.

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion   or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or in the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any   origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.

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