Will of God

As i try to fight my way out of love the more i get out the more it hurts. I find e myself trapped. If thy will is that i let go of her..i will... i will let go God...u r right i have only pain and sacrifice on offer.. she deserve's a lot better. I let go God... i let her free. Love require's knowledge, knowledge brings pain. Pain bring's God.

There was a scholar in Azam ghar who was an imam in the masjid of azam ghar, he was so scholarly that he would take a paragraph out of Syed Sulaiman Nadwees book and write a complete book on it, but he had a bad habit of fondling his moustache, it became such a habit that he started fondling his moustache even while leading the prayers LOL. My dear brother and sisters! Please be careful of any such habits you might be damaging your salah unconsciously. Brothers, at times we keep playing with our beards.. this is among the bad wishes of nafs..lol Please eliminate this bad habit as this would become a habit and it might spoil your prayers.

And seek help through patience and prayer and indeed it is difficult except for the humbly submissive to Allah

Who are certain that they they will meet there Lord and that they will return to him.

I and Thou

Blessed time! when we are sitting,
I and thou,
With two forms and only one soul,
I and thou.
Fragrance, song of birds, they quicken ev'rything
When we come into the garden,
I and thou.
All the stars of heaven hurry
to see us,
And we show them our own moon,
I and thou-
I and thou without words, without
I and thou-
In delight we are united,
I and thou.
Sugar chew the heaven's parrots
in that place
Where we're sitting, laughing sweetly,
I and thou.
Strange that I and thou together
in this nook
Are apart a thousand miles, see-
I and thou.
One form in this dust, the other
in that land.
Sweet eternal Paradise there...
I and thou.

Sheikh ki talimath!

Be careful not to regret the past. Be a Sufi, don't talk of the past. You are the son of the moment, you are young,you have vanquished time. This short present moment must not be wasted. Rumi

dur sey uktao na tum majzoob ki
phir yeh sun pao gey afsana keha

ker reha hai faash raaze husn o ishq
phir miley ga aisa deewana keha

yeh tapish yeh takhtha jaani phir kehan
sun lo yeh atish byani phir kehan

phir keha majzoob ki yeh shorishay
aur yeh tabiyat ki revani phir kehan

hazir yeh shumsaar hay sir apna khum kiye
aur ankh apney ashe nidamath sey num kiye

Na shukeri pey apni gira ja reha hu mey
itney karam kiye hai key goya situm kiye

masti terey ander hay mager noor nahi hay
jalvey per yeh masti abhi mamoor nahi hay

vabasta ker aub ishq ko tu husn sey majzoob
voh jaan sey bhi pass hay kuch dur nahi hay

Ik rubte musqail jo muyasar kisi sey hay
Ik betaluki si aub her kisi sey

hay voh keh jis ney khulq sey begana ker diya
umeed hay kisi sey na aub durr kisi sey hay

Lub per zikeruAllah ki taqrar ho
dil mey her dum haq ka istwghrar ho

is per ger tu ker ley haasil davam
phir to bus kuch din mey baira paar ho

zahir o batin ka her chota bera jo ho gunah
us sey buch aeh rah ro bus sukth hay voh sub zerah

lub pey her dum ziker bhi ho dil mey her dum fiker bhi
phir to bolkul raasta hay saaf tha derbarey shah!

Hazrath Khawaja majzoob ghauri (rematulla alahey) ,
khalifah of hazrath Ashraf ali thanvi

My beautiful prophet(Peace be upon him)

My thoughts, my tounge, my pen or my feelings nomatter how hard they try shall keep playin wid words but would never be able to do justice to his durood.

For His durood is tha vadeefa of Malaikah!
tha tareeka of Sehabah!
tha saleeka of ibadah!
tha tasty honey whose taste illuminates kauser o tasneem :)


ya Allah Please send your peace and blessing on the final prophet... and his family.. and companions and....those who follow him....

May My murshid live long

Allah is like a beautiful flower plant that my murshid has planted in my heart and it is irrigated with the waters of to be or not to be in each and every root of this plant and when this plant was ready to blossom it spread it's fragrance on all my heart and i pray for my murshid's long life who has planted this beautiful plant in my heart. Without my murshide pak there is no way to get to any destination, love of murshide pak to love of prophet(s) and from prophet(s) to Allah subhanowatAllah.

From Kalame bahoo(ra).