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Noor means radiance. Can we see colors, rain, rainbow, flowers, and beauty of nature or the disaster of nature in its absence? No, we simply can’t.

Though Light has no figure but it gives form and color to everything that exists around us; in the sky, on the sky, in the depths of the oceans—–everywhere.

Noor Muhammad is like light. He portrays his heart felt experiences, good and aching, through his teaching, paintings, poetry, stories and calligraphy.

We too, see everything, but being not as sensitive, kindhearted, keen observer, creative and expressive like him, ignore and just pass by. He is a multifaceted humane human. He probes and picks the deep-seated ailments which are disregarded generally.

I am grateful to Majid, who introduced Noor to me through his books and brochure.  I had not known or heard of Noor before. But as I started reading his books Kachokay (pricks) his ardent observation of human nature started to unfolding.

I never read such a book earlier. It did prick me sharply. Honestly I felt ashamed of myself for being so unaware of the wounds that bleed that are caused by us, the society.

The second book is based on the tragedies of dreadful earthquake of 2005 in Kashmir and northern areas of Pakistan. Northern areas of Pakistan were known to be charismatically beautiful natural beauty. Breathtaking picturesque charm allured the tourists and the natives before October 2005. But it was brutally spoiled by the after effects of the earthquake.

Noor has very skillfully portrayed all in his poetry and paintings.

I translated some of his verses into English. And feel great pleasure that they are equally appreciated nationally and internationally.

He is diabetic. Got his toe mutilated in Liaquat National Hospital recently. I have not met him or seen him, but they way he talks to me on the phone are very cultured. May he live a long healthy life to enable us, to wipe tears of the ailing by his intuitive skillfulness?

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Kulsoom’s mother said to her, “You played the flute, so well Kulsoom.  Will you please, play it again for us?”

Smiling shyly, Kulsoom replied, “Come on, mother, you also make fun of me.”

Kulsoom was unaware, of her mother’s agony. She didn’t know that her mother veiled her tears, in her smile. She was, going through the ghastly, period of her life. She was so helpless.  Since Kulsoom, was already, engaged to Dada.   Her mother desired that her daughter, get married, and go to her husband’s. She thought she’ll be safe there.  She couldn’t think of, any other, better way, than this.

Dadi remained absolutely normal, for days, having no influence of jinns. It seemed, as if nothing odd, ever happened. She behaved normal with everyone. Chatted, laughed, played and enjoyed life with her sisters and friends. Everyone felt relief. Living looked attractive again. Rain and rainbow filled hearts with joy again.

So let your light guide you,

Look up at the rain,

For the clouds will fly by you,

You will feel the sun again.

Sometimes, she changed to a weird being again. She acted stubborn, inflexible, and rude, unlike her temperament with everyone who came across.

She was under treatment of a spiritual healer. The treatment proved fruitful. So she was married and sent with Dada. She never experienced anything like before, after marriage. Her marriage proved the best and permanent remedy.

Kulsoom’s parents told every minute detail about Kulsoom, to her husband. So her husband, (Dada) took great care of her. He used to say jokingly that, “no, jinn will ever bother Kulsoom, as she’s under the influence of greater jinn now!”  They both led a happy married life. She was a caring and loving wife.

Whenever dada discussed the interactions of jinns, with her, she left that place. If anyone asked her, about it, she would just give a sweet smile avoiding to share.

Actually, she was afraid, so avoided to talk about it. She was a very decent lady.

She loved her husband dearly. She gave birth to a son, Furqan’s father. Dadi passed away, to rest in heaven eternally. Furqan was raised by his father.

Furqan’s father was a civil servant. He was a busy man, always traveling.

Furqan was only a teenager of 14, 15 years of age, when his dada passed away. It was a great, unbearable loss for Furqan. Furqan felt like a wretched orphan, after his dada’s demise.  He was more close to his dada than his father.

The train was moving at very high speed. Station after station passed by swiftly, getting closer to Lahore.

Before  creating Adam, Allah adorned the Earth with mountains, forests, fragrance, flora and fauna of all colors and shades, rainbow, rivers, oceans, clouds, ,rains, snow, cool breeze, pastures, meadows, fruits, vegetation,  birds, animals of all sizes,  plant life, grains and what not—- The sky to shimmer at night with stars and moon. The sea world was beautified with fishes of different colors and sizes along with sea undergrowth shrubbery which provide food too——just to please Adam! It was Allah’s love for His creation. God is love and love is God!

Eve was born from Adam to give company to him. But when Adam and Eve misguided by Satan were penalized and descended from heavens to Earth. All this was done out of love because Allah wanted to have more living beings so the couple gave birth to children on daily basis.  All hats off to mother Eve who bore labor pains everyday, just to bring new life to this earth.

Love knows no boundaries.  It has no color no shape no land no sex. It’s like a small lamp that illuminates the pitch darkness.

Love enhances blood circulation. It boosts energy. It brings twinkling in eyes. It brings life to the world when a baby is born. Bearing undaunted labor pains is nothing but love for a baby.

Love is universe and infinity. No one knows the deepness and intensity of it. Like galaxy, uncountable bright stars enlightening the world, so does love enlightens the heart. A tap on the shoulder pacifies the pain like;

I  shed a tear, unseen, unheard;

You saw it, you felt it,                                 

You held it,

And there was not a tear at all!

My mother was a symbol of love. She went through torturous labor pains to give birth to fourteen children one after the other. Out of fourteen 12 of her children died for one or the other reason. Every time she hoped that her next child will survive.

Wasn’t it love?

My mother was very kind hearted. She could not see any one in pain. She would take care of ailing birds, animals and human beings alike without any discrimination.

We had a pair   of dogs.  Their names were Shaky and Lobo.  Shaky was shot by a sniper. Wounded and profusely bleeding Shaky limping came to my mother for help. But my mother being old and a cancer patient was bed ridden. She couldn’t get up or do any thing herself. Unfortunately no one was home at time. Shaky died under my   mother’s bed. Lobo shed tears so did my mother with them. Shaky was buried in the backyard. Lobo couldn’t bear the loss of its mate. She got very ill and died too.

Once a sick robin fell down from the tree and broke its leg.  My mother fed her and took great care of her. That robin often came to pay her gratitude to my mother. It was mutual understanding between the two. When mother got ill and was bedridden that robin visited her everyday without fail. It sat on the window sill for some time and flew away.  The robin was never seen again when my mother passed away.

It was her silent love for my mother.

My mother was a symbol of love. May her soul rest in the best place in heaven and Allah be showering His blessings upon her.  Amen

To be lost in the ocean of chances

To neglect all for your soggy eyes;


Sometimes go and share with stars

About heart’s feelings or flowers,

Either squander day silently or

Be asleep in a meaningless way;


At times shed tears, at times veil them,

I evoke all, being lost on the way at dusk


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