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Suf, Tasawwuf aur Mausiqi: Episode-1 (Fariduddin Ayaz)

We travelled by an auto rickshaw in the streets of Old Delhi, people from air conditioned SUVs rolled down their window to wish him with the humblest of salaams, he responded to them with his folded hands. Some strangers from the pavement recognized him at Connaught place and requested him to pray for them. He… continue reading

Mullah Nasiruddin Modern Tales -2

A street cat approached him for some food. He bought a pack of biscuits from a nearby store and started feeding the cat. Cats are everywhere in the streets of Istanbul. The cat finished the entire packet of cream biscuit. He smiled remembering an incident a week back, when his wife had told her the… continue reading

Jamaali – The second Khusrau of Delhi (जमाली – दिल्ली का दूसरा ख़ुसरो)

सूफ़ी-संतों ने हमें सिर्फ़ जीवन जीने की राह ही नहीं बतायी बल्कि अपने पीछे वह अपना विपुल साहित्य भी छोड़ गए जिनसे आने वाली पीढियाँ फैज़ हासिल करती रहीं. सूफ़ी-संतों का साहित्य पढ़कर बमुश्किल यक़ीन होता है कि उस दौर में उनके उठाये गए प्रश्न और उन प्रश्नों पर उनके विचार आज भी उतने ही… continue reading

Mulla Naseeruddin Modern Tales -1

The security staff at Konya airport looked at him in surprise, he has seen his caricature somewhere for sure. He couldn’t recollect. He checked the Turkish Airline boarding pass again, the elderly gentleman’s name read Nasredin Hodja. He stamped the pass & handed it over to him. The old man flashed his perfect white teeth… continue reading

Life, times and Sufi poetry of Hazrat Shah Niyaz Ahmad

Hazrat Shah Niyaz Ahmed was a renowned saint and founder of Khanqah-e Niyazia and the Niyazi Sufi Order. Hazrat Shah Niyaz Ahmed was an Alvi Syed from his paternal lineage and a Rizvi Syed from the maternal side. His forefathers belonged to royal family of Bukhara (present day Uzbekistan).Among his forefathers Hazrat Shah Ayaat-ul-lah Alvi… continue reading

Basant: The day hope lived in Nizamuddin Auliya again

There was a day when hope died in Nizamuddin Auliya’s khanqah. That was the day he buried his nephew Taqiuddin Nuh, the apple of his eye, quite like his favourite disciple, Amir Khusro, court poet of the sultans of Delhi and master musician. The master grieved. He had not known grief such as this; this… continue reading