Tahlil Arwah Rumi -

Kemal wept. "But how do I help him, then?"

"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." tahlil arwah rumi

He told Kemal to do this: "Tonight, instead of reciting the tahlil for your father, sit in silence. Feel the presence of 'Allah' alone. Let every other name—including 'father' and 'Kemal'—dissolve. Then, whisper the tahlil as if God is reciting it to God. For in the end, there is no one to save and no one to be saved. There is only the One." Kemal wept

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. It has returned to the River of Oneness

One evening, Kemal had a vivid dream. He found himself on a vast, misty plain. In the distance stood his father, but the man was not an old spirit; he was a young, terrified soul trying to lift a massive, frayed rope. Every time he pulled, the rope snapped.

His father looked up, his eyes hollow. "Son, your words are like arrows shot into the dark. I hear the echo, but I cannot catch them. You recite 'There is no god but God' with your tongue, but your heart recites, 'I hope my father is saved.' That hope is a veil. You are still clinging to me —to my name, my body, my past. You have not yet said the true tahlil ."