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Today i’ll share with you a true story———-

Allah created, beautified and glorified this world with every possible thing like oceans, mountains, meadows, flora and fauna, rain, twilight, sun, stars, moon, moonlight animals, birds-you name and you have it—–for the human beings————for US—

All these blessings are clearly mentioned in Surah Rehman and in many other verses of Quran.

Allah is brilliance—- splendor—- and love

Allah loves peace

He sent us on this earth to be good, kind caring and to make the world beautiful and peaceful place to live and let live-—– to relish and cherish.

Allah gives and forgives. We having the same attributes as Almighty, thus HE expect us also to give and forgive——–but its Satan that misguides us, and the ones with weaker faith and will follow him. Thus, when we follow Satan we get into trouble

Don’t get upset please— I’m not giving you lecture but I’m just sharing the reason for our existence. To follow the right path and not to expect any reward for any act of kindness from anyone—- just do well,  forget and keep moving——-

The story I’m going to share with you today is about our neighbors.  The family consisted of a widow of an army officer, three sons and two daughters. They shared the house with their brother and his family.

That army officer died in line of duty, and hence the wife wanted compensation from army.

The eldest son was mentally not stable. The other two were medical students. The sisters stayed home helping her mother in household tasks.

The widow was uneducated but a contented and wise lady. She had no means or source of income. So she kept requesting the army to arrange something to raise her young children respectfully

The army arranged them a truck to start business using it for goods transportation. Gradually it worked and their financial position got better.

The lady then arranged marriage of her eldest son  thinking that it might make him feel more responsible to run the house.

All arrangements were made for the wedding. The guests were there to attend. Everything was just right. The groom was ready too. Happiness prevailed around. But—– at the time of nikah, the groom stood up from his seat all of a sudden and speedily went away. It was so sudden that nobody could understand

They looked around for him but he disappeared —nobody knows where. It was so embarrassing for both the parties.

The bride’s family was less privileged so they were in more upsetting position.  Then the younger brother who was studying medicine came forward and offered himself for the marriage. The bride was chosen as a mate for the older son based on his unstable mental condition.

 

 

It was his sacrifice and good deed to save his family and bride’s family from awkward and embarrassing position. As the girl (bride) would not have found another person to marry her as the groom ran away.  People would have held responsible  that there was something wrong with her.  In addition, society would have looked down at her parents.  This was almost a disaster situation for the bride and family

The sacrifice of the doctor to be, was rewarded by Almighty. She was very beautiful, wise cooperative and kind. Time passed———  Almighty Allah who knows everything blessed them with healthy beautiful children.

the elder son who fled from the wedding stage came back home himself after few months. he was welcomed and no body disturbed him by asking  questions

After forty years or more they got my address somehow and visited me. It was a great pleasure to see them after so long. The brother who had runaway is also taken care of by this brother. He is alive though but not mentally stable yet.

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Hats off to the  Character of Late President of India:
Dr. Abul Kalam Azad.

*See what Mr. PM Nair IAS, former Secretary to the late President of India, has to say about Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.*

DD Podhigai telecast an interview with Mr P M Nair, retired IAS officer, who was the Secretary to Dr Kalam Sir when he was the President. I summarise the points he spoke in a voice choked with emotion. Mr Nair authored a book titled *”Kalam Effect”*

1. Dr Kalam used to receive costly gifts whenever he went abroad as it is customary for many nations to give gifts to the visiting Heads of State. Refusing the gift would become an insult to the nation and an embarrassment for India. So, he received them and on his return, Dr Kalam asked the gifts to be photographed and then catalogued and handed over to the archives. Afterwards, he never even looked at them. He did not take even a pencil from the gifts received when he left Rashtrapathi Bhavan.

2. In 2002, the year Dr Kalam took over, the Ramadan month came in July-August. it was a regular practice for the President to host an iftar party. Dr Kalam asked Mr Nair why he should host a party to people who are already well fed and asked him to find out how much would be the cost. Mr Nair told it would cost around Rs. 22 lakhs. Dr Kalam asked him to donate that amount to a few selected orphanages in the form of food, dresses and blankets. The selection of orphanages was left to a team in Rashtrapathi Bhavan and Dr Kalam had no role in it. After the selection was made, Dr Kalam asked Mr Nair to come inside his room and gave him a cheque for Rs 1 lakh. He said that he was giving some amount from his personal savings and this should not be informed to anyone. Mr Nair was so shocked that he said “Sir, I will go outside and tell everyone . People should know that here is a man who not only donated what he should have spent but he is giving his own money also”. Dr Kalam though he was a devout Muslim did not have Iftar parties in the years in which he was the President.

3. Dr Kalam did not like “Yes Sir” type of people. Once when the Chief Justice of India had come and on some point Dr Kalam expressed his view and asked Mr Nair, “Do you agree?” Mr Nair said “No Sir, I do not agree with you”.

The Chief Justice was shocked and could not believe his ears. It was impossible for a civil servant to disagree with the President and that too so openly. Mr Nair told him that the President would question him afterwards why he disagreed and if the reason was logical 99% he would change his mind.

4. Dr Kalam invited 50 of his relatives to come to Delhi and they all stayed in Rashtrapathi Bhavan. He organised a bus for them to go around the city which was paid for by him. No official car was used. All their stay and food was calculated as per the instructions of Dr Kalam and the bill came to Rs 2 lakhs which he paid. In the history of this country no one has done it.

Now, wait for the climax, Dr Kalam’s elder brother stayed with him in his room for the entire one week as Dr Kalam wanted his brother to stay with him. When they left, Dr Kalam wanted to pay rent for that room also. Imagine the President of a country paying rent for the room in which he is staying. This was any way not agreed to by the staff who thought the honesty was getting too much to handle!!!.

5. When Kalam Sir was to leave Rashtrapathi Bhavan at the end of his tenure, every staff member went and met him and paid their respects. Mr Nair went to him alone as his wife had fractured her leg and was confined to bed. Dr Kalam asked why his wife did not come. He replied that she was in bed due to an accident. Next day, Mr.Nair saw lot of policemen around his house and asked what had happened. They said that the President of India was coming to visit him in his house. He came and met his wife and chatted for some time. Mr Nair says that no president of any country would visit a civil servant’s house and that too on such a simple pretext.

I thought I should give the details as many of you may not have seen the telecast and so it may be useful.

The younger brother of AJP Abdul Kalam runs an umbrella repairing shop. When Mr. Nair met him during Kalam’s funeral, he touched his feet, in token of respect for both Mr. Nair and Brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Derozio (1807-31) was the father of Indian English poetry. He was half Indian, half Portuguese. But as a teacher of English at Hindu College, Calcutta, since 1928, he inspired a number of young Indians with a love of the English language and literature.

Henry Louis Vivian Derozio died young. He left some impressive poetry behind him like Chorus of Brahamins and song of the Hindustan Minstrel. His love of social reform and free thinking were taken up by some of his disciples.

As far as the contribution of Sindh towards English poetry is concerned, it possesses an amazing history.

 

It is matter of fact that progress and development of English literature in Sindh has remained untouched topic for the researchers. Nothing has been said about the first English poet of Sindh and his/her poetry. I am of opinion that “A SONG OF THE 22nd REGIMENT” is the first ever English poetry that took birth in Sindh. Nothing is known about the poet, perhaps he was witness to the fall of Meanee. This song appeared in “Sind Gazette” in its issue of 14th February 1886. This song has been dedicated to Napier, the invader of Sindh. Let us reproduce the song here:

A SONG OF THE 22nd Regt.

I

You may talk of Colin Campbell

Or of Outram for Rose;

(Not such duffers either in the Mutinee)

You may talk O’ Warren Hastin

But you breath you’ll all be wastin’

Charley Napier is the boy for me!

Oh! Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

You may talk o’ Warren Hastin’

But your breath you’ll all be wastin’

For it’s Charley is the boy for me!

II

You may talk o’ Balachava,

Waterloo or Inkerman,

But I’ll trouble you a finer sight to see,

When across the sandy nullah

Swept the twenty-second colour,

Oh! Meanee was the day for me!

For Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

As we swep’ across the nullah,

Queen’s and Regimental colour,

Oh! It’s Charley was the boy for we!

III

You may hear how Buonaparte,

Knocked the Russians into fits;

Or how Nelson smashed him up upon the sea!

But old Beloochee lion

To the Desert he sent fly in!

Sure it’s Napier is the Gineral for me.

Oh! Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

When the old Beloochee lion

To the Desert he sent fly in!

Sure it’s Napier was the Gineral for me!

IV

Have you heard how Patrick Murphy

Lay a dyin’down in scinde?

He’s a Rifleman- but, hang it! from Tralee.

“Keep your heart up, Pat”, says Charley!

“Sure, sir Charles, I’m doing rar’ly,”

with the cholera, lads, as black as black could be

Oh! Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

“Keep your heart up, Pat”, says Charley,

“Sure, sir Charles, it’s like a coach wheel yet! Says he.

V

Now Paddy’s time- expired,

Sure he’s taken his discharge,

And it’s likely, lads, you’ll find him in Tralee,

Diggin’ taties or such trifles.

Since he left the sixtieth Rifles.

Singin’ Charley is the boy for me!

Oh! Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

Diggin’ taties or such trifles

Since he left the sixtieth Rifles,

Singn’ Charley is the boy for me!

VI

So whoever you may fancy,

Get your audience some where else,

Where the Russians or the Russians might agree;

But you’d better so I reckon,

Not come near the Twenty-secon’

For it’s Napier is the boy for we!

Oh! Charley Napier is my darling!

My darling! My darling!

So you’ld better, sir, I reckon,

Not come near the twenty-second’

For it’s Charley is the boy for we!

Courtesy ; Dr. Dur Mohammad Pthan   76319_105919629479007_5682444_n

Gul Hayat Institute

 

 

 

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Maulana Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273)

Shams al-Din Mohammad (1185–1248) Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra) ad. 1248 was an Iranian Sufi mystic born in the city of Tabriz in Iranian Azerbaijan. He is responsible for initiating Mawlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (rah), usually known as Rumi in the West, into Islamic mysticism, and is immortalized by Rumi’s poetry collection Diwan-e Shams-e Tabriz-i (“The works Shams of Tabriz “) (Ra). Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra) lived together with Rumi in Koyna in present day Turkey, for several years, and is also known to have traveled to Damascus in modern Syria.After several years with Rumi, Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra) disappeared from the pages of history quite suddenly. It is unknown what happened to him after his departure from Rumi, and there are several sites that claim to his grave, one in a remote region of the Karakoram in Northern Pakistan at a place called Ziarat, near the village Shimshall, and another in the same city that was buried in Rumi: Konya, Turkey. Rumi’s love for Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra), and his grief at his death, found expression in an outpouring of music, dance, and lyrics. Rumi himself left Konya and went searching for Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra), traveled far Damascus before realizing that Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra) and himself were, in fact, “the same” As the years passed, Rumi attributed more and more of his own poetry to Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Raz), as a sign of love for his deceased friend and master. In fact, it soon becomes clear in reading Rumi that Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Raz), was elevated to a symbol of God’s love for humanity, and that Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra), was a Sun (“Shams” is Arabic for “sun”) shining the Light of God on Rumi.The image of Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra), which is transmitted in the later Sufi tradition is that of an ecstatic wandering mystic teacher for Rumi. While the relationship between Rumi and Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Raz), is certainly one of the finest in the history of Islamic mysticism, the person of Shams is different from the image being projected onto him. The Maqalat Shams (oral discourses), which are now provided, Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra), comes across as a scholar, who was especially interested in proving his devotion to the Prophet Muhammad (S). He repeatedly criticizes philosophers and other mystics who tried to elevate themselves above the prophet of Islam.In the contemporary period Tabrezi Shams, there is confusion over the name “Shams” as there were three persons existing at the same time. This was Tabrezi Shams, Ismaili PIR (Dai) and Ismaili Imam Shamsuddin Shams Sabzwari.The tomb in Multan, Pakistan is Pir Shams Sabzwari, but it is known as Shams Tabrez. Nobody knows exactly where the tomb of Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(GAC) is located.
Miracles Performed by Hazrat Shams Tabrez (Ra)
Maulana (religious teacher) Rumi could never have become Maula Rumi
Without submitting to Spiritual Guide Hazrat Shams-e Tabrizi-(Ra)

Posted by arshad cman at 13:49

 

Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai
He was born on 18.11.1689 in Hala Sind
in Hala Sindh and died at Bhit Shah Sind on November 1689 – 1 January 1752
He was a noted Sindhi Sufi scholar, mystic, saint, and poet, widely considered to be the greatest Muslim poet of the Sindhi language
His collected poems were assembled in the compilation Shah Jo Risalo, which exists in numerous versions and has been translated into English, Urdu, and other languages. His work has been compared frequently to that of the Persian poet Rūmī. Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Professor of Islamic studies at George Washington University, described Shah Latif as a “direct emanation of Rūmī’s spirituality in South Asia
His correspondence in Persian with contemporary scholar Makhdoom Moinuddin Thattvi, as contained in the Risala-i-Owaisi, bears witness to his scholastic competence:[1]
Beloved’s separation kills me friends,
At His door, many like me, their knees bend.
From far and near is heard His beauty’s praise,
My Beloved’s beauty is perfection itself.
— Bhittai [Sur Yaman Kalyan]
The Urs is a grand festival in Sindh, where people from almost every village and town of Sindh and from different cities of other provinces of Pakistan – rich and poor, young and old, scholars and peasants – make a determined effort to attend.
The Urs commences every year from 14th Safar (2nd month of Hijra calendar) and lasts for three days.[6] Along with other features, like food fairs, open-air markets selling Ajrak and Sindhi Caps etc.among others, and entertaining and competitive sports, a literary gathering is also held where papers concerning the research work done on the life, poetry, and message of Bhittai, are read, by scholars and renowned literary figures.

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Yesterday while reading the blogs of other bloggers a phrase seized my present and carried me to my past.

After graduating from school, I was inquisitive and excited to be in college. Feeling a like a free bird. We could bunk classes, we could enjoy more in college than school’s strict DOS and DONTS environment. We met and made new friends from different schools and different back grounds. I believe every human being is a world in him.  Hence I’m very curious to know about new people and their life.

There I met two sisters. They looked very different from other girls in their clothes and behavior.  They were very composed, shy, sort of introvert and hesitant to mix with other girls.  This ignited the desire in me to know about them so I extended my hand to be friends with them. Cautiously but positively they responded back.  With time we became closer and things started to unveil between us. Saeeda were four sisters. Their mother was a midwife in a small private clinic. Their father was drug addicted and was just a liability on them. He only yelled abused, slept, ate beat anyone of them who came in front. They lived a miserable life in meager salary of their mother in one rented room. They were unprivileged but self respected people. All this description is common in our poor class, so not very astonishing. What amazed me more was how they studied and reached college level? They had no electricity and no other facility. So one day I asked this sensitive question. They said that they study at night in moon light.  Being girls they couldn’t go outside their home to study under street lights. They couldn’t even afford to buy kerosene oil to light a lantern or buy candles. This made me respect them more. We became very good and close friends. Their mother allowed them to visit our home so often they visited. It was pleasure and pride for our family to serve them. I learnt patience and commitment from them. Years later I came to know they got scholarship on merit and Saeeda and her sister became doctors. Saeeda was then married to a banker.

Their honesty, endurance, hard work and dedication earned them every facility. Allah helps those who help themselves

 

 

 

Last Friday on 5th February I went to attend a literary gathering. The  host and their hospitality was excellent. After the poetry reciting was over we headed towards the lift to go down

more than 12 poets, scholars, doctors and professors also got in the elevator joined.The elevator broke and within seconds it fell and i got double fracture in my right foot.

I request to please pray for my speedy recovery. Its so painful to be bedridden with severe pain


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