
■ What Makes a Heartful Word Timeless?
You see, when someone’s thoughts are pure and high, like a river flowing straight from the heavens—clean, noble, and polished by Divine love—then why would such a person bother decorating his words with fake, flowery language or strange, show-offy vocabulary? They don’t need to. Their words already carry the scent of sincerity. That’s why you’ll find no unnecessary frills in his speech. His letters and talks—free from exaggeration, free from confusing jargon—are pure, clear, and deeply touching.
And let me tell you something even more beautiful. There’s this special excerpt I want to share with you. It comes from none other than Hazrat Makhdoom-ul-Mulk Shaykh Yahya Muneri (ق)—a Wali Allah whose court was unlike any other. His teachings weren’t lectures. His gatherings weren’t shows. His words were like lanterns lighting up the darkness inside those who sat before him. His method of teaching wasn’t about dry rules and rigid structures—it was about pouring light into thirsty hearts.
He used to say something powerful—something that shakes your understanding of what knowledge really is. He said:
❝Knowledge is that which benefits you in your path towards Allah ﷻ. Anything else is just a distraction.❞
Allah Allah! Can you feel the depth of that? He made it crystal clear: speech and knowledge are not the same. Anyone can talk. Even birds can sing. But does every chirping bird have knowledge in its heart? No. Because knowledge doesn’t live on the tongue—it lives in the heart. And the heart? Allah Allah! Oh, beloved Readers, the heart doesn’t die. Words fade. Letters disappear. But what comes from the heart reaches the hearts, and stays alive… forever.
He continued:
❝True knowledge comes with honesty. It exists in the heart, not the lips. The tongue can play with letters, but the heart plays with truths. The tongue will turn to dust, but the heart that holds knowledge belongs to the world of Reality, and that never dies.❞
Ya Allah! What a fine, final, complete statement this is! And how humbling for all of us who think just reading books or speaking eloquently is enough.
And do you know what else was amazing about Hazrat Makhdoom (ق)’s court? It was like a spiritual bazaar—but nothing was for sale. You couldn’t buy knowledge, nor could you sell emotions and thoughts. He would give to each seeker according to their own inner cup—their ظرف Zarf (capacity). He wouldn’t flood your soul or let you drown; he would give you just enough light that your heart could carry.
❝He pours the wine according to the cup of the drinker…❞
Each person received what their soul was ready to handle. Such was his divine generosity.
And his beloved, blessed students—those lucky ones who spent their days and nights in his company—used to ask him questions with such love. He would answer them softly, wisely. And those sincere seekers would immediately write down every golden drop that fell from his lips. Then, lovingly, they’d present it back to him for review. Hazrat would go through it all—editing, deleting, adding—until the truth in its purest form stood before them, ready to reach the next generation.
Now tell me, how beautiful is that? The way they cherished knowledge… it wasn’t just ink on paper—it was a transmission of the heart.
And do you want to know what his most favourite pastime was? It wasn’t gathering crowds. It wasn’t fame or power. No, his soul joy in the rhythm of worship. His heart was lost in the beauty of prayer. He lived for those quiet, hidden, love-filled conversations with Allah ﷻ. He was a firm believer and preacher of the Prophetic saying:
الصلاة معراج المؤمن
❝As-Salat Mi’raj al-Mu’minin❞
“Prayer is the (miraj) ascension of the believer.”
That wasn’t just a quote for him—it was the air he breathed.
So if you’re ever wondering what makes some words live on long after the voice has gone silent… it’s this: sincerity, heart, truth, and a connection to the Eternal.
And my dear readers, if you’re seeking such words, then don’t just read with your eyes—read with your soul. Because real knowledge… always flows from heart to heart.
اَللّٰهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلَىٰ مُحَمَّدٍ وَّعَلَىٰ اٰلِ مُحَمَّدٍ


