Ustad Nusrat fateh ali khanUstad Nusrat fateh ali khan (1,117 members)
"When I sing for God, I feel myself in accord with God, and the house of God, Mecca, is right in front of me. And I worship. When I sing for Mohammed, peace be upon him, our prophet, I feel like I am sitting right next to his tomb, Medina, and paying him respect and admitting to myself that I accept his message." - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, May 1997.Spreading through the Indian subcontinent from northern Persia in the 12th century, wandering dervishes of the Chisti order would turn up in a village, playing rousing airs on drum and flute while spinning tales and legends. Song was used to induce ecstatic states during formal devotional rituals - hence the astonishing vocal tradition known today as qawwali.Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was without question the most brilliantly gifted qawwal of our time. He made this recording in his native Pakistan shortly before his untimely death in 1997. His death has left a void in the world of music...ALLAH NE PAAS BULA HI LIYA BIN DEKHE KHUDA BHI REH NA SAKA.
"When I sing for God, I feel myself in accord with God, and the house of God, Mecca, is right in front of me. And I worship. When I sing for Mohammed, peace be upon him, our prophet, I feel like I am sitting right next to his tomb, Medina, and paying him respect and admitting to myself that I accept his message." - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, May 1997.Spreading through the Indian subcontinent from northern Persia in the 12th century, wandering dervishes of the Chisti order would turn up in a village, playing rousing airs on drum and flute while spinning tales and legends. Song was used to induce ecstatic states during formal devotional rituals - hence the astonishing vocal tradition known today as qawwali.Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was without question the most brilliantly gifted qawwal of our time. He made this recording in his native Pakistan shortly before his untimely death in 1997. His death has left a void in the world of music...ALLAH NE PAAS BULA HI LIYA BIN DEKHE KHUDA BHI REH NA SAKA. (1,117 members)
"When I sing for God, I feel myself in accord with God, and the house of God, Mecca, is right in front of me. And I worship. When I sing for Mohammed, peace be upon him, our prophet, I feel like I am sitting right next to his tomb, Medina, and paying him respect and admitting to myself that I accept his message." - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, May 1997.Spreading through the Indian subcontinent from northern Persia in the 12th century, wandering dervishes of the Chisti order would turn up in a village, playing rousing airs on drum and flute while spinning tales and legends. Song was used to induce ecstatic states during formal devotional rituals - hence the astonishing vocal tradition known today as qawwali.Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was without question the most brilliantly gifted qawwal of our time. He made this recording in his native Pakistan shortly before his untimely death in 1997. His death has left a void in the world of music...ALLAH NE PAAS BULA HI LIYA BIN DEKHE KHUDA BHI REH NA SAKA.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
SIR ILAMA IQBAL
Iqbal
Poet, Philosopher, Idealogue, Visionary, "Allama" Iqbal is admired by millions throughout the world.Sir Muhammad Iqbāl (Urdu: محمد اقبال) (Nov 9, 1877–April 21, 1938) was an PAK/IND Muslim poet, philosopher, and politician, whose poetry in Persian and Urdu is regarded as among the greatest in modern times.Iqbal was an heir to a very rich literary, mystic, philosophical and religious tradition. He imbibed and assimilated all that was best in the past and present Islamic and Oriental thought and culture. His range of interests covered Religion, Philosophy, Art, Politics, Economics, the revival of Muslim life and universal brotherhood of man. His prose, not only in his national language but also in English, was powerful. His two books in English demonstrate his mastery of English. Everything he thought and felt, almost involuntarily shaped itself into verse.
Poet, Philosopher, Idealogue, Visionary, "Allama" Iqbal is admired by millions throughout the world.Sir Muhammad Iqbāl (Urdu: محمد اقبال) (Nov 9, 1877–April 21, 1938) was an PAK/IND Muslim poet, philosopher, and politician, whose poetry in Persian and Urdu is regarded as among the greatest in modern times.Iqbal was an heir to a very rich literary, mystic, philosophical and religious tradition. He imbibed and assimilated all that was best in the past and present Islamic and Oriental thought and culture. His range of interests covered Religion, Philosophy, Art, Politics, Economics, the revival of Muslim life and universal brotherhood of man. His prose, not only in his national language but also in English, was powerful. His two books in English demonstrate his mastery of English. Everything he thought and felt, almost involuntarily shaped itself into verse.
Iqbal ishaq- a- haqiqi
kabhi eaa haqiqat-e-muntazir nazar aa libaas-e-majaaz mainKe hazaaron sajdey tarap rahey hain meri jabeen-e-nayaz main...
Kabhi eaa naseem-e-sahar tera ho guzar diyaar-e-hijaaz mainMeri chashm-e-ter ka salaam ho hazoor banda nawaaz main
kafir ki yeh pehchan k afaaq main gum hai
momin ki yeh pehchan k gum iss main hain afaaq
jo main sar ba sajda hua kabhe to zameen sy any lage sada
tera dil to hay sanam ashna tujy kia milay ga namaz main!!!
Kabhi eaa naseem-e-sahar tera ho guzar diyaar-e-hijaaz mainMeri chashm-e-ter ka salaam ho hazoor banda nawaaz main
kafir ki yeh pehchan k afaaq main gum hai
momin ki yeh pehchan k gum iss main hain afaaq
jo main sar ba sajda hua kabhe to zameen sy any lage sada
tera dil to hay sanam ashna tujy kia milay ga namaz main!!!
Monday, October 6, 2008
The Interview With God
I dreamed I had an interview with God."Come in," God said.
"So,u wud like to interview Me?""If u hve the time," I said.
God smiled n said: "My time is eternity n is enough to do everything;
Wht questions do u hve in mind to ask me?"
"What surprises u most abt mankind?"
God answered: "Tht they get bored of being children,
r in a rush to grow up, n then long to be children again
Tht they lose their health to make money n then lose their money to restore their health
Tht by thinking anxiously abt the future,they forget the present,such tht they live neither for the present nor the future
Tht they live as if they will never die,n they die as if they had never lived.
"God's hands took mine n then I asked, "As a parent, wht r some of life's lessons u want ur children to learn?"
God replied with a smile:
"To learn tht they cannot make nyone love them.Wht they can do is to let themselves be loved
To learn tht wht is most valuable is not wht they have in their lives, but who they hve in their lives
To learn tht it is not good to compare themselves to others.All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis
To learn tht a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least
To learn tht it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, n tht it takes many years to heal them
To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness
To learn tht there r persons tht love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express orshow their feelings
To learn tht money can buy everything but happiness
To learn tht two people can look at the same thing n see it totally different
To learn tht a true friend is someone who knows everything abt them, n likes them anyway
To learn tht it is not always enough tht they be forgiven by others, but tht they hve to forgive themselves.
"I sat there for a while n thanked HIM.He replied,"Nytime I'm here 24hrs a day.All u hve to do is ask for me, n I'll answer."
~Unknown~
I dreamed I had an interview with God."Come in," God said.
"So,u wud like to interview Me?""If u hve the time," I said.
God smiled n said: "My time is eternity n is enough to do everything;
Wht questions do u hve in mind to ask me?"
"What surprises u most abt mankind?"
God answered: "Tht they get bored of being children,
r in a rush to grow up, n then long to be children again
Tht they lose their health to make money n then lose their money to restore their health
Tht by thinking anxiously abt the future,they forget the present,such tht they live neither for the present nor the future
Tht they live as if they will never die,n they die as if they had never lived.
"God's hands took mine n then I asked, "As a parent, wht r some of life's lessons u want ur children to learn?"
God replied with a smile:
"To learn tht they cannot make nyone love them.Wht they can do is to let themselves be loved
To learn tht wht is most valuable is not wht they have in their lives, but who they hve in their lives
To learn tht it is not good to compare themselves to others.All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis
To learn tht a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least
To learn tht it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, n tht it takes many years to heal them
To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness
To learn tht there r persons tht love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express orshow their feelings
To learn tht money can buy everything but happiness
To learn tht two people can look at the same thing n see it totally different
To learn tht a true friend is someone who knows everything abt them, n likes them anyway
To learn tht it is not always enough tht they be forgiven by others, but tht they hve to forgive themselves.
"I sat there for a while n thanked HIM.He replied,"Nytime I'm here 24hrs a day.All u hve to do is ask for me, n I'll answer."
~Unknown~
sufism
THE LIFE AND AGE OF MAN
In prime of years, when I was young,
I took delight in youthful ways,
Not knowing then what did belong
Unto the pleasures of those days.
At seven years old I was a child,
And subject then to be beguiled.
At two times seven I went to learn
What discipline is taught at school:
When good from ill I could discern,
I thought myself no more a fool:
My parents were contriving than,
How I might live when I were man.
At three times seven I waxed wild,
When manhood led me to be bold;
I thought myself no more a child,
My own conceit it so me told:
Then did I venture far and near,
To buy delight at price full dear.
At four times seven I take a wife,
And leave off all my wanton ways,
Thinking thereby perhaps to thrive,
And save myself from sad disgrace.
So farewell my companions all,
For other business doth me call.
At five times seven I must hard strive,
What I could gain by mighty skill;
But still against the stream I drive,And bowl up stones against the hill;
The more I laboured might and main,
The more I strove against the stream.
At six times seven all covetiseBegan to harbour in my breast;
My mind still then contriving was
How I might gain this worldly wealth;
To purchase lands and live on them,
So make my children mighty men.
At seven times seven all worldly thoughtBegan to harbour in my brain;
Then did I drink a heavy draughtOf water of experience plain;
There none so ready was as I,To purchase bargains, sell, or buy.
At eight times seven I waxed old,
And took myself unto my rest,
Neighbours then sought my counsel bold,
And I was held in great request;
But age did so abate my strength,
That I was forced to yield at length.
At nine times seven take my leaveOf former vain delights must I;
It then full sorely did me grieve -I fetched many a heavy sigh;
To rise up early, and sit up late,My former life, I loathe and hate.
At ten times seven my glass is run,And I poor silly man must die;I looked up, and saw the sunHad overcome the crystal sky.
So now I must this world forsake,
Another man my place must take.
Now you may see, as in a glass,
The whole estate of mortal men;
How they from seven to seven do pass,
Until they are threescore and ten;
And when their glass is fully run,
They must leave off as they begun.
~Unknown Author~(This poem believed to be sometime btw 14 - 15 AD ,not sure.
Now preserved in Brithish Museum
In prime of years, when I was young,
I took delight in youthful ways,
Not knowing then what did belong
Unto the pleasures of those days.
At seven years old I was a child,
And subject then to be beguiled.
At two times seven I went to learn
What discipline is taught at school:
When good from ill I could discern,
I thought myself no more a fool:
My parents were contriving than,
How I might live when I were man.
At three times seven I waxed wild,
When manhood led me to be bold;
I thought myself no more a child,
My own conceit it so me told:
Then did I venture far and near,
To buy delight at price full dear.
At four times seven I take a wife,
And leave off all my wanton ways,
Thinking thereby perhaps to thrive,
And save myself from sad disgrace.
So farewell my companions all,
For other business doth me call.
At five times seven I must hard strive,
What I could gain by mighty skill;
But still against the stream I drive,And bowl up stones against the hill;
The more I laboured might and main,
The more I strove against the stream.
At six times seven all covetiseBegan to harbour in my breast;
My mind still then contriving was
How I might gain this worldly wealth;
To purchase lands and live on them,
So make my children mighty men.
At seven times seven all worldly thoughtBegan to harbour in my brain;
Then did I drink a heavy draughtOf water of experience plain;
There none so ready was as I,To purchase bargains, sell, or buy.
At eight times seven I waxed old,
And took myself unto my rest,
Neighbours then sought my counsel bold,
And I was held in great request;
But age did so abate my strength,
That I was forced to yield at length.
At nine times seven take my leaveOf former vain delights must I;
It then full sorely did me grieve -I fetched many a heavy sigh;
To rise up early, and sit up late,My former life, I loathe and hate.
At ten times seven my glass is run,And I poor silly man must die;I looked up, and saw the sunHad overcome the crystal sky.
So now I must this world forsake,
Another man my place must take.
Now you may see, as in a glass,
The whole estate of mortal men;
How they from seven to seven do pass,
Until they are threescore and ten;
And when their glass is fully run,
They must leave off as they begun.
~Unknown Author~(This poem believed to be sometime btw 14 - 15 AD ,not sure.
Now preserved in Brithish Museum
لآ اِلَهَ اِلّا اللّهُ مُحَمَّدٌ رَسُوُل اللّه
All praises are due to Allah, We praise him and we seek his help and ask his forgiveness. We seek refuge with Allah from the evil of our selves and from the evil results of our actions.
I bear witness that there is no deity, worthy of worship but Allah, who is without partner and i bear witness that Muhammad (PBUH) is his apostle and final messenger.
All praises are due to Allah, We praise him and we seek his help and ask his forgiveness. We seek refuge with Allah from the evil of our selves and from the evil results of our actions.
I bear witness that there is no deity, worthy of worship but Allah, who is without partner and i bear witness that Muhammad (PBUH) is his apostle and final messenger.
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