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Faith
Posted on: May 27, 2015
To get rid of sins, to make the heart shine
Needs to hug black stone of Kaaba shrine
originally composed by Razia Subhan in Urdu
Baba Bulleh Shah
Posted on: December 12, 2014
- In: Poetry
- 3 Comments
Utensils of iron never scrunch up,
Gardeners never ruin their garden;
Often blood relations break up,
But friendship bond has no end!
Pakistan my beloved country
Posted on: December 7, 2014
- In: Love
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It’s your Pakistan,
it is my Pakistan!
Sacrifice heart for it
Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan,
It is my Pakistan!
There’s your blood and
my blood in its base
You’re honored for it,
I credited for it
It’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
You have its identity,
I have known through it
It’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
A city of lights and fragrance
is Mehran valley
The mud of Baluchistan
is my eyes’ illumination
Sahad is my heartland,
Punjab is life and soul
It’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
Sacrifice heart for it
Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
It’s a living vision of
my great Quaid
Poet of the East’s
beautiful
living dream
This dear homeland
is my conviction
it’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
Sacrifice heart for it
Sacrifice life for it
It’s your Pakistan,
it’s my Pakistan!
Have faith in God!
Posted on: September 18, 2014
A mountaineer was climbing a high mountain. It was his 3rd day of mountain climbing. It was chilly winter night. The night was dark and gloomy. He was alone without any guide or team. Clouds have covered the moon and the starts so he could see nothing up or down. But he knew that he was just a few feet away from the peak. Something unbelievable happened. He slipped. He slipped and fell in to the air, falling at great speed. He could only see black spots as he went down, and the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity.
He kept falling, and in the moments of great terror, it came to his mind all the good and bad happenings of his life. He was thinking that how close death was getting; when all of a sudden he felt the rope tied to his waist pull him very hard. His body was hanging in the air.
Only the rope was holding him and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice other to scream: “Help me God.”
All of a sudden a deep voice coming from the sky answered, “What do you want me to do?”
“Save me God.”
“Do you really think I can save you?”
“Of course I believe You can.”
“Then cut the rope tied to your waist.”
There was a moment of silence. The man was double minded. He could not decide what to do. Life is very precious. Being young he wanted to live long to enjoy life to the fullest. Hence he decided to hold on to the rope with all his strength.
The next day it was in newspaper with his photo saying,”The rescue team found a dead and frozen, body of a mountaineer hanging from a rope. His hands tightly held the rope. Poor man was just one foot away from the ground.
Moral of the story: Don’t ever doubt about the words of God. We should never say that He has forgotten us or neglected us.
Yaar ko humne ja ba ja dekha –
Posted on: September 10, 2014
- In: Poetry
- 4 Comments
Saw my beloved hither and thither,
At times in vision at times hidden;
Awareness of unswerving faith,
Saw beloved’s face hither and thither;
Sometimes feasible, at times a need,
Sometimes mortal, at times immortal;
He wished HIM to be envisioned,
He made Himself envisioned;
He hears and He sees Himself,
There’s no one akin to Him;
Ardently cherishing in flowers,
Chanting in Robin, it’s Him;
May it be the candle or the moth?
Witnessed Him annihilate alight;
Claims Himself to be The Truth,
Eventually, saw Him crucified;
He’s above of every, Thou and Me,
Yet He’s there in every, Thou and Me;
Somewhere looks like nonchalant,
Somewhere seem a familiar face;
Somewhere He’s empowered, king,
Somewhere seen, a beggar with a bowl;
Somewhere a devout and a divinity,
Somewhere lord of sot drunkards;
Sometimes in beloved’s apparel,
At times sene in amiable allure;
Sometimes like a lover as Niyaz,
Seen punch heart, burn His bosom
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chhupa dekha
kahin mumkin hoa kahin wajib
kahin fani kahin baqa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha
kahien woh baadshaah-e-takht nasheen
kahin kaasa liye gadaa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha
kahin wo der libaas-e-mashokan
bar-sare naaz aur aada dekha
kahin zahir jahin chupa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin aashiq niyaz ki soorat
seena Girya-o-dil jala dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
Fear—–!
Posted on: August 10, 2014
- In: Poetry
- 9 Comments
Now the artists scared of artiste
Character of lover is daunting,
The one who said he fears none,
He too fears the wooly person;
Those who like sweet, or like salty,
Combative preachers are daunting;
Uncertain when discard me from faith?
Terrified of your sermon, O’ celebrant;
When he says; My Dear Countrymen
! Commandant‘s loud bawls’ frightening,
Not worried of starving or parched,
Horrified of consistent intoxicated;
Hasan al Basri
Posted on: July 13, 2014
Hasan of Basra and the Fire-Worshipper
Hasan had a neighbour named Simeon who was a fire-worshipper. Simeon fell ill and was at death’s door. Friends begged Hasan to visit him; he called, to find him in bed, blackened with fire and smoke. “Fear God,” Hasan counselled him. “You have passed all your life amid fire and smoke. Accept Islam, that God may have mercy on you.” “Three things hold me back from becoming a Muslim,” the fire-worshipper replied. “The first is, that you speak ill of the world, yet night and day you pur-sue worldly things. Secondly, you say that death is a fact to be faced, yet you make no preparation for death. In the third place, you say that God’s face shall be seen, yet today you do everything contrary to His good pleasure.”
“This is the token of those who know truly” Hasan commented. “Now if believers act as you describe, what have you to say? They acknowledge the unity of God, whereas you have spent your life in the worship of fire. You who have worshipped fire for seventy years, and I who have never worshipped fire we are both carried off to Hell. Hell will consume you and me. God will pay no regard to you, but if God so wills, the fire will not dare so much as to burn one hair of my body. For fire is a thing created by God and the creature is subject to the Creator’s command. Come now, you who have worshipped fire for seventy years; let us both put our hands into the fire, then you will see with your own eyes the impotence of fire and the omnipotence of God.”
So saying, Hasan thrust his hand into the fire and held it there. Not a particle of his body was affected or burnt. When Simeon saw this he was amazed. The dawn of true knowledge began to break. “For seventy years I have worshipped fire,” he groaned. “Now only a breath or two remains to me. What am I to do?” “Become a Muslim,” was Hasan’s reply.
“If you give it me in writing that God will not punish me,” said Simeon, “then I will believe. But until I have it in writing, I will not believe.” Hasan wrote it down. “Now order just witnesses of Basra to append their testimony.” The witnesses endorsed the document. Then Simeon wept many tears and proclaimed the faith. He spoke his last testament to Hasan. “When I die, bid them wash me, then commit me to the earth with your own hands, and place this document in my hand. This document will be my proof.”
Having charged Hasan thus, he spoke the attestation of faith and died. They washed his body, said the prayer over him, and buried him with the document in his hand. That night Hasan went to sleep pondering what he had done. “How could I help a drowning man, seeing that I am drowning myself? Since I have no control over my own fate, why did I venture to prescribe how God should act?”
With this thought he fell asleep. He saw Simeon in a dream glowing like a candle, on his head a crown, robed in fine raiment, he was walking with a smile in the garden of Paradise. “How are you, Simeon?” Hasan enquired. “Why do you ask? You can see for yourself,” Simeon answered. “God Almighty of His bounty brought me nigh His presence and graciously showed me His face.The favours He showered upon me surpass all descrip-tion. You have honoured your guarantee, so take your document. I have no further need of it.”
When Hasan awoke, he saw that parchment in his hand.“Lord God,” he cried, “I know well that what Thou doest is without cause, save of Thy bounty. Who shall suffer loss at Thy door? Thou grantest a fire-worshipper of seventy years to come into Thy near presence because of a single utterance. How then wilt Thou exclude a believer of seventy years?”
Copied from SUFI WIKI
O’ Lord!
Posted on: January 27, 2012
- In: Poetry
- 5 Comments
Our Lord !
surely we have heard a preacher calling to the faith,
saying: Believe in your Lord, so we did believe;
Our Lord !
forgive us therefore our faults,
and cover our evil deeds and make us die with the righteous.
Our Lord !
grant us good in this world and good in the hereafter,
and save us from the chastisement of the fire.
Our Lord !
Accept From Us ;
Surely Thou Art The Hearing, The Knowing
Noor
Posted on: December 19, 2011
Assha’bul Ukhdood
Before the advent of Islam, there was a good king Bakht Nasar who ruled a large kingdom in Yemen. He was also a believer. His kingdom was serene and peaceful. But, after his death, Dhu Nuwas took over his kingdom. Dhu Nuwas was evil and corrupted. Dhu Nuwas, the last Himyarite King of Yemen, by religion a Jew, who persecuted the Christians of Najran and is, said to have burnt them to death. He seems to have lived in the latter half of the sixth Christian century, in the generation immediately preceding the Prophet’s birth in 570 A.D. He established a new religion, which made him the God. Whenever the people rebelled or protested, he made his sorcerer demonstrate his ‘magic powers’. By his magical tricks the people got scared thus didn’t revolt against the king. The sorcerer felt that he was getting old and needed an apprentice. Therefore, the king held a competition to find the perfect student for the sorcerer. The winner was a poor boy about 15 years old. Every day, he went to the king’s palace to get training from the sorcerer. This continued for a very long time. One day, the boy took a different route to the palace. The boy heard a beautiful voice while he was passing by a cave. The boy was drawn to this lovely sound and went into the cave. The person who was reciting holy verses was a religious monk. The boy asked what he was reciting. The monk offered to teach him that Allah is the supreme power and all praise is to Allah.
The boy went to the monk’s cave to be taught truthful ethics in the morning, and to the palace afterwards to learn black magic from the sorcerer every day. One day, on his way to the palace, he saw a huge, sleeping beast blocking the road. Since he lived on a mountain, there was no way around it. There was also a large crowd looking for a way around it. They knew that he could somehow move the beast. So the boy tried witchcraft first. It didn’t work. Therefore, he made dua’a to Allah (S.W.T.). It was something along these lines:
“O Allah, if the path of the monk is right, then let me kill this beast with this pebble.”
After saying this, he threw the pebble at the beast. The beast died. Now he was sure that the path of Allah (S.W.T.) was correct.
He stopped going to the palace to learn sorcery. He spent all of his spare time learning from the monk. The king got outraged because the boy stopped going to the palace to work as the king’s sorcerer. People felt his absence too. Therefore when they met him they asked him to solve their problems and cure them. He refused to cure, rather told them to make dua’a. One of the King’s courtiers was blind, so he went to the boy to get his vision back. The boy told him to make dua’a. The courtier got his sight back after dua so instantly became a believer. The King noticed the courtier’s eyesight and asked him how he got his eyes cured. The old man told the King that “my lord cured me.” The King was furious. “I didn’t cure you”, he roared. The old courtier smiled and said, “No, Allah cured me.” The King tortured him more to know who told him about Allah. The courtier told him about the boy. The King sent guards for the boy. The boy was tortured to find out who told him about Allah (S.W.T.). The King found out about the monk. The King ordered that the monk and the courtier be cut in half headfirst in front of the boy. The two deaths shook the boy. His closest friend and an innocent courtier were murdered right in front of him.
The King asked the boy to turn away from Islam. When the boy refused, the King ordered his guards to take the boy up to the highest mountain and toss him down. After reaching the tip the guards told him that he had two choices – to die or to turn away from Islam. The boy chose none and instead, he made dua’a to Allah (S.W.T.) to save him in any way He wishes. Allah sent a giant gust of wind that blew off the guards. They fell to their deaths. The boy was tired and sore, but still alive. He could have escaped; he went back to the palace. The moment the boy walked in King knew something was wrong. “Where are the guards? He asked.” The guards are dead.
The boy asked the king to turn to Islam, but the King declined. The King was angrier than ever before. He yelled for his guards to do something even more horrid. The boy was put in a boat and sent far out to sea. The journey was lengthy and dangerous. He was asked the same question. Turn away from Islam, or die. Again, the answer was none. The boy made dua. Suddenly there was a massive storm. Giant waves crashed against the craft. Soon the boat broke by a mammoth wave. Both of the guards drowned, but the boy grabbed on to a piece of wood and drift back to the shore. The boy went back to the King. King got really crazy. He was desperate to kill the boy. The boy asked the king again: “Will you turn to Islam?” The king refused.
So the boy asked the King to gather as many townspeople as he could. Then, tie the boy to a tree. Lastly the King must say loudly before shooting:
“In the name of the Lord of the boy”
So, with the boy all tied up and an arrow notched, the king shoots. As he didn’t say the words so the arrow flew but missed the boy. The people were stunned. When the king said the words, “In the name of the Lord of the boy” and shot again, the boy was killed. The people realized that the King, their god, couldn’t even kill without saying “In the name of the Lord of the boy.” So the people began to revolt. They chanted “We believe in the Lord of the boy” The King ordered for a giant pit to be dug with wood to put it on fire. Every person was asked the same question; to turn away from Islam, or die. Every single one of them chose death. That day was incredibly sad. Almost 20,000 people died. But it was happy too. That day, 20,000 people went to heaven. Those entire upright and true believers are mentioned as Assha’bul Ukhdood in Soora Al-Buruj aayut no.4 in holy Quran. May Allah help us lead a virtuous life. Amen
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My grandson Noor Syed a student of grade 6 was given to write essay on surah Al-Buruj by his teacher in NJ in USA. He is an outstanding student of his class mashaAllah n recently got First position in English literature in America. I have no reservations to confess that I learnt this story from him. So I thought of sharing with my friends.
blessings for all
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