Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi, a towering peak in its magnificent elegance, proud of its secrets, sciences and inspirations, a peak that is the greatest that the soaring imagination has reached in the fields of science, philosophy and religion, a peak whose owner has surrounded it with difficulties, hardships and exaggerations, until reaching it has become a kind of endless struggle, and the ascension has become harsh and exhausting even for the mighty of the wings. A peak that repels the weak and negligent, and even repels the strong, struggling secret. It is a morsel of taste and taste. It first needs taste and tasting. And if Al-Asma'i says: The book is like the courtyards of kings, in which jewels, gold, dirt, and seeds fall, then Muhyiddin's courtyard is like a mihrab, in which only a hidden gem, a protected secret, or a gifted light falls; Because it is a square on top of a peak, a peak looking up to the sky and the guidance of heaven.