Friday 31 March 2017

Hazrat Bu Ali Shah Kalander R.A You are not aware of GOD 's mercy. At every movement HE is looking at you like a lover.


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Beautiful bollywood song from film Raanjhaana... Tum tak tum tak arzee meree Phir teree jo marzee meree Har dushwaaree bas tum tak Tum tak, tum tak..... Meri ishq khumaaree bas tum tak.. Translation: My request (goes) till you only, Then whatever you wish, I shall follow too, All my problems are till (I reach) you [as in, once I get you, all my problems will be over] The intoxication of love for me is till you only..


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Saeen Zahoor was born and raised in a rural peasant family. He was a hidden talent since for decades he performed exclusively at shrines in his native Okara district of Pakistan. In 1989 he was invited to the All Pakistan Music Conference to give his first ever performance, which instantly made him one of the best known singers of Sufiana and Arfana Kalam in Pakistan and worldwide. He is known for playing traditional stringed instrument like ‘ek tara’ during live performances besides singing, which sends the audience in state of Wajd or Ecstacy. Download Bulleh Ki Jana Mai Kaun in voice of our beloved Fakir from Okara. http://ift.tt/2k8AziL #sufimusic


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Friday 24 March 2017

Allama Iqbal had immense respect for Hazrat Baba Guru Nanik, the founder of Sikhism. Guru Nanik’s fundamental teaching was oneness of God [Tawheed]. Born in Nankana Sahib in Pakistan in 1469, Guru Nanik adopted the mystic way and traveled widely, and came to have a large following because of his piety. Below poem is Allama’s beautiful tribute with English Translation to Baba Guru Nanik [Read Full Text at Link below] http://ift.tt/2nOZqK1 The nation didn’t bother about Buddha’s message They failed to realize the price of their unprecedented pearl. Pity them; they remain ignorant of voice of Truth They don’t know the sweetness of their own tree. Buddha revealed the ultimate truth of life However, Hind was proud of its illusionary fancies It was not gathering which benefits of light of truth The rain of spiritual blessings happened, but the land was not ready for it. Alas! For the low-caste, Hindustan had became a land of despairs It had become blind to the sorrows of humanity The Brahmin were still intoxicated with wine of pride The light of Buddha is shining in the halls of foreigners [The West] After many ages, the house of idols became lightened Within Azar house, the light of Hazrat Ibrahim begins to shine Lo! Again rises the voice of Tawheed [Monotheism] from lands of Punjab A perfect man wakes up Hind from their dreams of ignorance. #allamaiqbal


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Sunday 19 March 2017

The treasure that we are looking for is hidden in our house (i.e. what you are looking for is to be found in yourself). - Story from Mevlana Rumi’s Masnavi [2.1.4] There once was a man who inherited money and estates: he squandered all and was left destitute and miserable. Inherited wealth indeed does not remain faithful to its new owner, since it was parted against its will from the deceased one. Just because the heir got it easily, he does not know its value; for he never made haste to work, toil and earn it. His ready money went and his furniture and houses went: he was left alone like owls in the deserts. He cried, “O Lord, You gave me provision: the provision is gone: either give me some provision or send death.” When he became empty, he began to call unto God: he started the lament of “O Lord!” and “O Lord, protect me!” He dreamed that he heard a Voice from heaven saying, “Your fortune will be found in Cairo Go to Cairo: there your affair will be set right. God has accepted your humble plea: He is the only beacon of hope. In such and such a spot is a great treasure: you must go to Cairo to seek it. When he left Baghdad and came to Cairo, his courage was restored when he saw Cairo, But he had no money left for great or small expenses; and he was about to go and beg from the common people. “At nightfall,” he said to himself, “I will slip out very quietly, in order that I may beg in the dark without feeling ashamed.” With this in mind he went out into the street, and with these thoughts in his head he wandered to and fro. Suddenly the night patrol seized him and, unable to restrain his anger beat him with fist and truncheon. As it happened, the people of the city had suffered losses in those dark nights from the plundering of night thieves. So much so that the Khalīfa said, “Cut off the hand of anyone who roams about by night, even if he is a relative of mine.” The night patrol saw him in the street at such a time and gave him a thorough beating and countless blows. Shrieks and cries for mercy arose from the poor wretch: “Don’t strike! Let me tell the truth about it all!” He replied, “Look now, I will give you time: speak, that I may learn how you came out into the streets by night. You do not belong to this place, you are a stranger and unknown to me: tell me what you are really plotting here. After taking many oaths he replied, “I am not a burglar or pickpocket. I am no thief and criminal: I am a stranger in Cairo, I belong to Baghdad.” He related the story of his dream and the treasure of gold, and under the influence of his truthfulness the man’s heart expanded like a flower. The night patrol said, “You are not a thief and you are not a villain: you are a good man, but you are foolish and silly. You make such a long journey, relying on a fantasy and mere dream: your intelligence does not have the least spark of brightness. I have dreamed many times, continuously, that there is a hidden treasure in Baghdad, Buried in such and such a quarter and such and such a street” – the name, in fact, was that of the street where this sorrowful man lived! “I have often dreamed myself that there is a treasure in the dwelling-place in Baghdad. I never left my home because of this fantasy, but in pursuit of a single dream you come here without considering the fatigue. The treasure seeker said to himself, “The treasure is in my house [or myself]: then why am I poverty-stricken and lamenting there? While living above the treasure, I have almost died of beggary because I am heedless and blind.” This good news intoxicated him with joy: his sorrow vanished, and without opening his lips he chanted a hundred thousand praises to God. He returned from Cairo to Baghdad, prostrating himself, bowing in prayer and giving praise and thanks to God. When he came home, he discovered the treasure there: by Divine grace his fortune was restored! Extract from The-Heart-of-Hearts-of-Rumi’s-Mathnawi by Wazir-Dayers, with his kind permission and compliments, see here. #rumi


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Friday 17 March 2017

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Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal Jo mein sar basajda huwa kabhi, to zameen se aane lagi sada tera dil to hai sanam aashna, tujhe kya miley ga namaz mein Translation: Even as I laid down my head in prostration a cry arose from the ground: Your heart is in materialism, no rewards for your prayers are. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************ Dr. Allama Iqbal is regarded as the most influential philosopher-poet of Urdu and Persian. He has strong mystical upbringing and mentioned Rumi as his mentor in many poems. Besides Rumi, Allama also had great reverence for Attar, Imam Ghasali and Hazrat Ali Hajvairi [Daata Gunj Baksh] , who he mentioned in his kalam. Download the largest collection of Allama Iqbal Poetry or Kalam-e-Iqbal in MP3 format clik our website link: http://ift.tt/2hpW1OU


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Call of the Sufis is compilation of several tracks from renowned Sufi and Folk artists from India and Pakistan. It brings together diverse sounds, from Qawwli to Punjabi Folk, but the essence of Folk, Sufiana Kalam and Sufism remains common. Download below MP3 at http://ift.tt/1mFYG4P Wadali Brothers – Ghunghat Chak Ve Sajna – Kalam Baba Bulleh Shah (12:15) Shafqat Amanat Ali – Dum Ali Ali Dum (5:49) Wadali Brothers – Bulleya Ki Jana (5:00) Barkat Sidhu – Dekho Ni Ki Kar (10:54) Barkat Sidhu – Rabba Mere Haal Da (5:32) Hans Raj Hans – Nit Khair Manga (4:28) Saleem – Aaj Hona Deedar Mahi Da (Medley) (14:23) Hans Raj Hans – Aaja Ve Mahi (5:04) Saleem – Sun Charkhe Di Mitthi (Medley) (10:00) Shafqat Amanat Ali – Bulleh Shah (3:50) Naheed Akhtar – Yeh Ranginiye Nau Bahar Allah Allah! [Kalam Sufi Ghulam Mustafa Tabasum] Yaqoob Atif – Paani da Bulbula


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Tuesday 7 March 2017

Sufi teaching by Hazrat Rumi R.A There is one thing in this world that must never be forgotten. If you were to forget everything else. but did not forget that, then there would be no cause to worry; whereas if you performed and remembered and did not forget anything else, but forgot that one thing, then you would have done nothing whatsoever. It is just as if a king had sent you to another country to carry out a specified task. You go and perform a hundred other tasks. but if you have not performed that particular task, it is as though you have done nothing at all. You have come into this world for a particular task, and that is your purpose; if you do not perform it, then you will have done nothing.........


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When Hazrat Ali Hajvairi R.A. (Daata Sahib of Lahore) arrived in Lahore upon advice of his mentor, the city was already flourishing with many revered Sufi saints. To test Ali Hajvairi, they sent him a cup of milk that was full of milk to the edge. It was a polite hint that there may not be more room for another saint in Lahore! Ali Hajvairi smiled at their gesture and responded by adding a spoon of sugar in the same cup of milk. Sugar dissolved in milk molecules, sweetening it without raising the level of milk, so it didn’t over flow from edges. When those saints received and drank the sweetened milk, they knew the true patron saint of Lahore has arrived. Daata Sahib’s wisdom was acknowledged by the founding father and greatest Muslim schokar, Dr. Allama Iqbal, read his poem from Israr-e-Khudi here. Today Lahore is sweetened by holy presence of revered saint. Any time day or night, there is langar waiting for poor , needy, beggars, travellers and pilgrims without any question about caste, religions or sect. Nusrat Sahib used to head back to Lahore to perform at the Urs of Daata Sahib no matter whereever in the world he was for concerts. Download Nusrat Fateh Ali’s beautiful tribute ‘Daata Sahib De Kinaray‘. http://ift.tt/2n9RoXB #lahore


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Saturday 4 March 2017

Sufi Biography: Habib al-Ajami R.A Habib ibn Mohammad al-Ajami al-Basri, a Persian settled at Basra, was a noted traditionist who transmitted from al-Hasan al-Basri, Ibn Sirin, and other authorities. His conversion from a life of ease and self-indulgence was brought about by al-Ha�an�s eloquence; he was a frequent attendant at his lectures, and became one of his closest associates. The story of Habib the Persian Habib to begin with was a man of property and a usurer. He dwelt in Basra, and every day he made the rounds to dun his clients. If he got no money, he would demand payment for his shoe leather. In this manner he covered his daily expenditure. One day he had gone to look for a certain debtor. The man was not at home; so failing to find him, he demanded shoe leather payment. My husband is not at home,the debtors wife told him. I myself have nothing to give you. We had killed a sheep, but only the neck is left. If you like I will give you that. That is something, the usurer replied, thinking that he might at least take the sheeps neck off her and carry it home. Put a pot on the fire. I have neither bread nor fuel, the woman answered. Very well, the man said. I will go and fetch fuel and bread, and it can be charged to shoe leather. So he went off and fetched these things, and the woman set the pot. When the pot was cooked the woman was about to pour its contents into a bowl when a beggar knocked at the door. If we give you what we have got, Habib shouted at him, you will not become rich, and we will become poor ourselves. The beggar, despairing, petitioned the woman to put something in the bowl. She lifted the lid of the saucepan, and found that its contents had all turned to black blood. Turning pale she hurried back and taking Habib by the hand, led him towards the pot..... For compleate story click our website link: http://ift.tt/2mDJeud


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Friday 3 March 2017

Kaun kisi ko bandh saka Sayyad toh ek deewana hai Todke pinjra ek na ek din Panchi ko udh jaana hai Translation: No one has been able to confine anyone A fowler is just a crazy person Breaking the cage one day or the other The bird is bound to fly away......


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Sufi Short Story by Sheikh Muzajfer R.A One day, Sultan Mahmud of Ghazna handed a priceless cup to one of his ministers, saying, “Break it!” “But, sire,” protested the minister, “this is a china cup of great value. How could I break it?” “Very well, that’s fine,” said the Sultan Mahmud, handing the cup to another minister and another and another. All objected to breaking the cup. The Sultan then passed it to Ayaz, his close companion, telling him to break it. Ayaz did not hesitate one moment before dashing the cup to the ground, where it shattered. “Wasn’t it a precious cup?” the Sultan asked him. “Yes,” replied Ayaz. “It was very valuable indeed. But your word is worth more to me than this cup. I would sooner break a hundred precious cups like this rather than give offense to you.”


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