After her father's death,there was a faminine in Basra, and during that she was parted from her family. She was taken by the robbers and sold into slavery.
Her master worked her very hard, but at night after finishing her chores Rabia would turn to meditation and prayers and praising the Lord.
Foregoing rest and sleep she spent her nights in prayers and she often fasted during the day.
Many of her prayers/poems have come down to us: I wish to share two of them,which I like most.
If I Adore You....
If I adore you out of fear of Hell,
Burn me in Hell;
If I adore you out of desire for Paradise,
Lock me out of Paradise.
But if I adore you for Yourself alone,
Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty.
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something..
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?