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Shah Abdul Latif’s lineage has been traced back directly to Messenger of Almighty Allah Hazrat Muhammad Peace be upon Him, through Imam Zain-ul-Abideen Alaih Salam, son of Imam Hussain Alaih Salam, grandson of the Prophet (PBUH). His ancestors had come from Herat in Central Asia, and settled at Matiari, Sindh, Pakistan

His first teacher was Noor Muhammad Bhatti Waiwal. Mostly, Shah Latif was self-educated. Although he has received scanty formal education, the Risalo gives us an ample proof of the fact that he was well-versed in Arabic and Persian. The Qur’an, the Hadiths, the Masnawi of Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, along with the collection of Shah Karim’s poems, were his constant companions, copious references of which have been made in Shah Jo Risalo

In appearance, Bhitai was a handsome man, of average height. He was strongly built, had black eyes and an intelligent face, with a broad and high forehead. He grew a beard of the size of Muhammad’s beard. He had a serious and thoughtful look about himself and spent much time in contemplation and meditation, since he was concerned about his moral and spiritual evolution with the sole purpose of seeking proximity of the Divine. He would often seek solitude and contemplate on the burning questions running through his mind concerning man’s spiritual life:

Why was man created?

What is his purpose on this earth? What is his relationship with his Creator?

What is his ultimate destiny?

In quest of religious truths, Shah Bhitai travelled to many parts of Sindh and also went to the bordering lands. For three years, he travelled with these jogis and sanyasis, in search of the truth, peace, and harmony, to Hinglay, Lakhpat, Nani at the foot of the Himalayas and to Sappar Sakhi.

By the time he was a young man of twenty one years, he began to be known for his piety, his ascetic habits and his absorption in prayers. Observation and contemplation were chief traits of his character.

At this time he was living with his father at Kotri, five miles away from the present site of Bhitshah. It was here that his marriage was solemnised in 1713 CE with Bibi Sayedah Begum, daughter of Mirza Mughul Beg. She was a very virtuous and pious lady, who was a proper companion for him. The disciples had great respect for her. They had no children.

Shah Latif was now in search of a place where in solitude, he could devote all his time in prayers and meditation. Such a place he found near Lake Karar, a mere sand hill, but an exotic place of scenic beauty, four miles away from New Hala. This place was covered by thorny bushes surrounded by many pools of water. It was simply and aptly called ‘Bhit’ (the Sand Hill). On the heaps of its sandstones he decide to settle down and build a village

For the last eight years of his remarkable life, Shah Latif lived at Bhitshah. A few days before his death, he retired to his underground room and spent all his time in prayers and fasting, eating very little.

Wind blew! The sand enveloped the body, whatever little life left, is to see the beloved.”

After 21 days in there, he came out and having bathed himself with a large quantity of water, covered himself with a white sheet and asked his disciples to sing and start the mystic music. This went on for three days continuously, when the musicians, concerned about the motionless poet, found that his soul had already left for its heavenly abode to be in the proximity of the Beloved for who he had longed for, all his life, and only the body was there. He suffered from no sickness or pain of any kind. The date was 14th Safar 1165 Hijra corresponding to 1752 CE. He was buried at the place where his mausoleum now stands, which was built by the ruler of Sindh, Ghulam Shah Kalhoro.

A pair of kettle drums that are beaten every morning and evening even till today by the fakirs, jogis and sanyasis, who frequent the mausoleum, were presented by the Raja of Jesalmeer.

Before his death, fearing that people might ignore his poetry, he destroyed all his writings by throwing them in the Kiran Lake. But at the request of one of his disciples, the sufi poet asked his servant, Mai Naimat, who had memorized most of his verses, to rewrite them. The message was duly recorded and compiled. A copy of the compilation known as “Ganj” was retained at the mausoleum. The original copy disappeared sometime in 1854. It was in 1866, 114 years after the poet’s death, that Ernest Trumpp, a German scholar who knew Sindhi as well as many other languages, compiled “Risalo”, a complete collection of Shah Abdul Latif’s poetry, along with two other Sindhi scholars.

Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai is always remembered for his great poetry with love and reverence

Taken from google

Poet: Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai

SUR SAREMAN— 1ST STORY

You are my friend, you’re my healer

My ailments’ cure is you, my healer

Only you can set right my ailments

None other than you heal ailments

Thou are my pain thou are my gain

Nothing’s hidden from Thy vision

Every illness that you sent on me

Was nothing but the cure for me?

Patient wasn’t mistaken by one

No pain will ever end by anyone

Unless you order be cured O Divine

Which medicine ever cured 0 Divine?

Why pause; raise thy dagger, hit me

Smitten me, honor me to die, hit me

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Divine morn, vibrant spring, firm loyalty

Mark of victory, grace, and sign of dignity

The moon, light, the Sun, flora, the beauty

Solely engulfed; every lane in love of loyalty

At times its just land, at times akin to sky

The great land is precious to me as mother

It’s lighted, wide and spacious like audacity

It has valor, vim and vigor, and vital gaiety   

                                         The rain, the gale raises its glory’s vanity                                                

Time passes with pride and drives each day

 Nature’s divine call echoes in all directions

 This great land is precious to me as mother

This land was founded on the ideology of equality

Where on earth is such land of pious integrity?

Fragrant twilight rests and glorious morn rises

History speaks of its chivalry, gallant nobility

I’ll devote self to defend till I breathe my last

This great land is precious to me akin mother

Composed in Urdu by Razia Subhan

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OCEAN

The mighty ocean will never deceive

The ocean will never turn into sugary;

Its elongated history is justly splendid

The blue ocean is straight and honest;

You can never calculate its deepness

If you only soaked your ankles merely;

It was experienced by vulnerable Noah

And experienced by the tyrant Pharaoh;

The ocean was unrest and wept oodles

When it saw the sand on it shorelines;

Seeing the full moon, the ocean leapt

Danced and ascended of joyousness;

The ocean takes our land as an island

It’s surrounding on all sides our land;

So committed to the land; the ocean

Has never crossed further than limits

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If hope of morning lessens at any instant

Life, scared embraces dreams of evening

With evening, the ache for you deepens

Darkness of the gloomy night extends everywhere

If heart’s ice doesn’t soften,

Then life’s river will condense,

Like a stream with little water

Which promptings have settled in the hearts?

That even today wakes me up suddenly at night

One step staggering off course

Can transform the speed of history

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The present naming of the moon calendar – according to the strongest stance – have been established since the fifth century AD. It is said that the first person to establish it was Ka’ab Ibn Murra, the fifth grandfather in ascending order of prophet Muhammad -may peace and blessings of Allah be upon him-.

There were five months which name were taken from the seasonal condition of that month (month of Rabiul Awwal, Rabiul Akhir, Jumadil Awal, Jumadil Akhir, and Ramadan). Rabiul Awal and Akhir were taken from word “rabi”, which means “sprout”, since it’s establishment coincided the spring time. Jumadil Awal and Akhir were taken from word “jamad”, which means “frozen”, because the time of these months name establishment coincided the winter time, where waters froze. While Ramadan was taken from word “ramdha”, which means “very hot”, due to it’s establishment coincided the summer time.

The other seven months were named according to the condition of the society and social cycle at that time. Muharram, from the word, “haram”, which means “holy”, since this month is one of the four holy months. Safar was taken from the word “sifr”, means “zero” or “void”. It was named so, because in this month many of the houses were empty, being left by it’s dwellers who went to war. Rajab, etymologically means “to glorify”, because the ignorant highly glorified this month, and during this month war was strictly forbidden, thus they dubbed this month by “Rajab Al A’sham” (The silent Rajab).

Sha’ban also was named after that fashion. The word sha’ban was taken from the word “sha’bun”, which means “a group” or “a party”. It was termed Sha’ban since during this month, the ignorant would scattered, forming groups, ready for wars, after they left wars in Rajab. Shawwal was taken from the word “syalat”, which means “to uplift”, because this was the time when the she camel lifted their tails, refused to be married by their males. While Dzulqa’dah was taken from the word “al qa’du”, which means “to sit”. In this month, the ignorant started to stay at their homes and they did not make any war, since this month is the beginning of the three consecutive holy months. While Dzulhijja was taken from the name of their type of worshiping in this month, that is pilgrimage to the house of Allah (Hajj).

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It’s been a week I am in Dubai. Dubai, the desert, transformed into an oasis, a haven of peace and harmony!

People from all walks of life feel pleasure to visit Dubai though it’s very scorching and steamy.

I happened to go to the City Center with my children. It’s a huge multistory shopping mall with food court and play land etc.

After doing some shopping we went to the food court to pacify the hunger and rest for a while as there were no benches to sit. I there should be some for the senior citizens to take a breath of relief after roaming so much. Well, that’s not my subject today.

In the food court I observed people from different cultures, languages, religion, color, status eat and enjoy under the same roof. Without any fear, complex, hatred or prejudice then why can’t they live peacefully under the blue sky?

Is it because of security, system or strict implementation of law?

The Creator of the universe has also system of rewards and punishments. History has proved it.

I sincerely wish that hearts get closer and hatred perish —–amen!

 

 

 


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