"Exactly," said Rumi. "Your father's soul is no longer a clay pot—a collection of sins and virtues. It has returned to the River of Oneness. When you recite tahlil thinking, 'I am a good son sending a package to a dead man,' you are throwing stones at the river. But when you recite La ilaha illallah as a state of your own annihilation—when you forget the sender, the sent, and the one you are sending to—that is not a stone. That is a raindrop returning to the ocean. And that raindrop becomes the ocean."
Rumi smiled and picked up two stones. "If I throw this stone at a clay pot," he said, "the pot shatters. If I throw this second stone at a river, what happens?" tahlil arwah rumi
In that moment, he saw a vision: his father was no longer struggling with a rope. He was sitting beneath a tree, laughing. The frayed rope had turned into a garland of light around his neck. "Exactly," said Rumi
"Nothing," said Kemal. "The river absorbs it." When you recite tahlil thinking, 'I am a