The one who is [truly] imprisoned is the one whose heart is imprisoned from Allah and the captivated one is the one whose desires have enslaved him.
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Dhikr (remembrance of Allah) is to the heart as water is to a fish; see what happens to a fish when it is taken out of water
Interpretation
What this quote means
Dhikr is essential for the heart, just as water is vital for a fish's survival.
This quote by Ibn Taymiyyah highlights the importance of remembering Allah (Dhikr) for spiritual sustenance. Just as a fish cannot thrive outside of water, a believer cannot flourish without the continuous remembrance of their Creator, emphasizing the fundamental role of spirituality in human life.
Themes
DhikrRemembranceSpiritualityHeartConnectionFaith
In practice
Example use cases
During a religious gathering to inspire others to engage in Dhikr.
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