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Ibn Battuta’s Blind Guide


My blindness will cost you more
than the sight of the other guides,
said the eyeless man to Ibn Battuta, me.

I started this journey as a pilgrimage,
the Hajj that ensures the soul the bliss of Paradise.
But Paradise is here, on the earth,
I learnt as I travelled through Dar al-Islam.
Mountains and valleys, rivers and deserts,
The birds that fly and the snakes that crawl,
The infinite variety of hypnotic women
Whose men are grappling with fate
In the torrid ruggedness of their life.

Sight is a curse, said my blind guide,
in the desert where a wind can shift a mountain.
The sand dune you see now is a valley after a storm.
Trust not your eyes in the land of illusions.
Trust not your ears in the land whose air
echoes the songs of spirits and calls of phantoms.
Trust not your senses in the land of
Ostriches that bury their sight in sand.
Trust me,
I’m the blind man of the desert
whose heart beats with insights;
I’m the blind man who sees more than the senses do. 

 Note: Ibn Battuta was a 14th century traveller. 
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  1. ArtiSeptember 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM

    Such insightful pearls of wisdom, thanks for sharing.

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  2. Nisha JhaSeptember 15, 2014 at 10:26 AM

    Such thought provoking words.

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  3. Ravish ManiSeptember 15, 2014 at 11:02 AM

    Very true, Matheikal. A blind man sees more than his senses......Uncertainty is the potential ground for all certainties.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM

      Our generation is getting more and more addicted to the senses, Ravish. Some blindness may be in good order :)

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  4. Kokila guptaSeptember 15, 2014 at 1:10 PM

    What I have seen till now is enough to make me believe in ALL which I have not seen - Am constantly trying NOT to be blinded by sight .

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 15, 2014 at 1:16 PM

      Great, Kokila. That's just what I've been trying to say in the poem.

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  5. UnknownSeptember 15, 2014 at 2:44 PM

    The guide was blinded in one eye and diseased in another yet a man of intelligence and great knowledge. You have depicted it so beautifully. Simply amazing.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 15, 2014 at 4:53 PM

      The desert becomes a metaphor, Shweta, for our own 'worlds.' The vastness of the desert is puzzling enough to depress. Insights alone will help in the end.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2014 at 2:58 PM

    Insightful....beautiful take

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  7. Datta GhoshSeptember 15, 2014 at 6:26 PM

    Made me remember "On His Blindness" by John Milton. Ibn Batuta The traveler and a poetry coming out of history, nothing short of a master piece.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 16, 2014 at 4:37 PM

      Imagine Beethoven, the deaf man, composing musical masterpieces, Datta, let alone Milton. There's a kind of knowledge that can come only from within.

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  8. UnknownSeptember 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM

    ’m the blind man of the desert
    whose heart beats with insights;
    I’m the blind man who sees more than the senses do.- beautiful lines

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  9. ManiparnaSeptember 16, 2014 at 3:30 PM

    Sights do blind us sometimes.... a profound piece Sir, especially love the second part... :-)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalSeptember 16, 2014 at 4:41 PM

      Colin Wilson, in one of his books, wrote about the modern man rushing through the world in his car seeing only what the headlight reveals. A very limited perception of the world. Ibn Battuta's guide could lead him at night too. In fact, the nights turned out to be better in certain areas where the days were too hot.

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  10. Neha September 16, 2014 at 5:35 PM

    Ibn Batuta the mystique traveller

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  11. Anunoy SamantaSeptember 17, 2014 at 1:16 PM

    nothing much to say Tomichan... I'm deeply touched!

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