Inner and Universal Meanings of Islam

Reprinted from the Harvard Divinity Bulletin. Harvard University / The Divinity School / Dec. 1982 – Jan. 1983 Volume XIII Number 2

The frail old man lies peacefully on his bed. Whirring overhead, a fan cools the modest room where, due to fragile health, he has spent almost the entirety of two years. It is evening time in Sri Lanka, the island nation off India formerly called Ceylon. The day’s tropical heat has given way to soothing nocturnal breezes that waft through the capital city of Colombo.

The elderly man is suddenly impelled to sit up. As he strains to rise, two of the young Americans sitting at his bedside gently support His Holiness Bawa Muhaiyaddeen. Folding himself into cross-legged posture, he asks someone to fetch “Radio Tambi” – radio little brother.

Reprinted from the Harvard Divinity Bulletin. Harvard University / The Divinity School / Dec. 1982 – Jan. 1983 Volume XIII Number 2

The frail old man lies peacefully on his bed. Whirring overhead, a fan cools the modest room where, due to fragile health, he has spent almost the entirety of two years. It is evening time in Sri Lanka, the island nation off India formerly called Ceylon. The day’s tropical heat has given way to soothing nocturnal breezes that waft through the capital city of Colombo.

I hasten in, expecting the moment has arrived for another interview. Since coming to Colombo two weeks earlier, I have taped half a dozen sessions with Bawa for broadcast on the ecumenical American radio series, “Kindred Spirits.”

Sitting on the floor before him, one is drawn into timeless eyes. Bawa lights up. “My love you, my tambi,” he begins smilingly. Bawa’s Tamil is translated simultaneously into English by the wife of a local physician. “You have been asking me about Islam.” His voice is tender.

The elderly man is suddenly impelled to sit up. As he strains to rise, two of the young Americans sitting at his bedside gently support His Holiness Bawa Muhaiyaddeen. Folding himself into cross-legged posture, he asks someone to fetch “Radio Tambi” – radio little brother.

I hasten in, expecting the moment has arrived for another interview. Since coming to Colombo two weeks earlier, I have taped half a dozen sessions with Bawa for broadcast on the ecumenical American radio series, “Kindred Spirits.”

Sitting on the floor before him, one is drawn into timeless eyes. Bawa lights up. “My love you, my tambi,” he begins smilingly. Bawa’s Tamil is translated simultaneously into English by the wife of a local physician. “You have been asking me about Islam.” His voice is tender.