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दुआ बाशक्ल सवाब ए जारिया खुदा करे कि नया साल इस क़दर गुज़रे मेरी पढ़ते हुए नमाज़ हर फजर गुजरे घनी जो छाँव तेरी रहमतों कि हो हम पर धूप का खौफ किसे हो जो यूं ज़ुहर गुजरे
दुआ बाशक्ल सवाब ए जारिया खुदा करे कि नया साल इस क़दर गुज़रे मेरी पढ़ते हुए नमाज़ हर फजर गुजरे घनी जो छाँव तेरी रहमतों कि हो हम पर धूप का खौफ किसे हो जो यूं ज़ुहर गुजरे
I have grown up observing my parents and other relatives asking beggars for forgiveness on being unable to help them with alms. The habit got ingrained in me and I, too, do that more often than not. We don’t really owe them an apology or an excuse for not being able to help. It is simply… Read More “Chhutta nahi hai, maaf karo.”
It’s an old tale, borrowed from the wreckages of past. Ali bin Muttaqi, the pious, in his mosque stood aghast. He was reciting God’s names, as he did dawn to dusk. It was Friday and yet there were none in the mosque. The Imam, with a heavy heart, got up from his prayers, He put… Read More The Tears of Ali bin Muttaqi
The Islamic New Year is upon us from tonight. In a lecture by Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmad Naqshbandi, a scholar with leanings towards the Deobandi School of Thought, I came across a description of why different days of the week are considered holy in different cultures. The context of discussion was the event of the Prophet’s… Read More The New Year, Reflections, and Resolutions
Wrote this way back around the ARAB SPRING. Just for the heck of it. This academic year was my last, and hence I have been extremely busy. Studies haven’t been the reason. In hindsight, they never were. This happened to be our placement year, and as such, one of extreme significance. The direction that our… Read More Stapler Pins
The world around us is a very interesting place, and hence has been the subject of observation and analysis since times immemorial. Man has sought to study the world and his relation with it because it is one of the primary thoughts that occupy one’s mind as soon as the basic needs are taken care… Read More The Algorithm of Chaos
One day walked Zunnoon the Mystic down the forest by the river, When he saw a scorpion run to the stream with a quiver. And by the riverside, a solitary tortoise awaited, The mystic stood watching, amazed, animated.
Aye nuur e hidaayat aa, seene meiN samaa jaanaa Is mahfil e KHaali meiN, Barbaadi e haali meiN Aye nuur e hidaayat aa, seene meiN samaa jaanaa Hai raat ka andHeraa BaDee duur hai baseraa MuJhko bataa de aakar Kis or hai saveraa