Syed Ali Hajwary's maniac and What else should I write

 Syed Ali Hajwary's maniac and What else should I write?

Syed Ali Hajwary's maniac:

When I opened the phone, Karim Nizami's phone was constantly ringing from near the border in the remote area of ​​Balochistan. I have been calling you continuously for two or three days. Today I got a call and I smiled. The annual wedding of the emperor Syed Ali Hajwary has come. I am coming to Lahore for a few days. I will also bring your dried fruits and I need something from Balochistan. So please order, I will be happy to meet you. It is very important. My son was mentioning the name of your new book, Karisma, which he and I have been waiting for. After Karim Nizami's phone was cut off, my first meeting with Nizami Sahib was a few years ago when he met Syed Ali Hajwary in the same way. Alana had visited Lahore on Urs Mubarak in the meeting when he said that he is very much a follower of Syed Ali Hajwary. Kareem's family has been swearing allegiance to the caliph of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya in the Chisht chain for centuries. In remote areas where the shadows of ignorance still hover over how people are devoted to the saints. When I expressed my surprise at the first meeting with Karim Nizami, I spoke enthusiastically and ran an Islamic seminary. There are many deniers of spirituality in our area but still there are devotees of Auliya and Syed Ali Hajwary. Karim Nizami Sahib used to come with a few of his friends or followers. To express their devotion from thousands of miles away every year in the annual Urs of Ali Hajwary Just as Karim Nizami comes to greet Syed Ali Hajwary from a remote area of ​​Balochistan, so does the flood of Syed Ali Hajwary's madmen from Pakistan and from all over the world come like slaves to Anwar at the shrine during Urs Mubarak. Sayyid Ali Hajwary was born in Ghazni, Afghanistan in 400 AH. His lineage is directly related to that of Hazrat Imam Hussain (AS). He came to Lahore and faced many difficulties for preaching Islam. People used to call him Data Ganj Bakhsh with devotion but he always humbly said that there is only one caste. Arriving in Lahore, he started preaching Islam loudly and started inviting people who were immersed in ignorance and idolatry. He wrote the greatest book in the history of Sufism, Kashf al-Mahjoob. Millions of seekers of the truth have enlightened their inner selves with the light of the light by acquiring the knowledge of the true light. Anwar was assassinated. One and a half hundred years later, the great saint of India, Khawaja Moinuddin Chishti Ajmeri, also came and committed suicide with the intention of assassination.

Ganj Bakhsh Faiz Alam Mazhar Noor Khuda

Guide the perfect and perfect

Whoever seeks enlightenment and does not find a guide, let him come here and fill his feet with enlightenment

You say about yourself in your book Kashf al-Israr: O Ali, people call you a giver and you do not have a single grain in your heart. And you are his humble servant, do not associate partners with him, otherwise both will perish. These were the thoughts of a humble dervishes whom the world calls Data Sahib These poor people do not know that the eternal fame that the Lord of the heavens has bestowed on Syed Ali Hajwary has not been bestowed on the great sultans because the sun of Syed Ali Hajwary's fame is about to reach a thousand years with each passing day. It is becoming brighter than before. The deniers of spirituality will go through problems like insects in the days to come. This is because the Almighty has bestowed this fame on Syed Ali Hajwary. For a while, he got lost in the blind cave of time, but the fame of Syed Ali Hajwary is increasing with each passing day. The number of his madmen is increasing with each passing day. Every year people come to his shrine to shower flowers of their devotion.

The dust of Punjab is alive and well

The land of Punjab came alive with his tail.

  What else should I write?

Both of Babaji's objections were correct, I myself have been feeling for a long time, there is a boredom, a detachment in my writing. I answer, there is no new topic, no new event. I gave the same justification to Babaji. I told him “Babaji! How many columns have been written on inflation? Unemployment, ignorance and disease and how far should I write? Corruption, bureaucratic delays, red tape and political macro fraud have been covered in tons of articles. After all, the human brain also has a limit, you can do it to a certain extent, how much the child loves the mother But how long? An hour, a day or a week, at last the screams, screams, sobs and sobs turn into sighs, the anxious heart comes to rest. A slight sob, a slight sigh of pain remains.

The columns of the columnists are also a bean, a scream. These screams tell the bean that people! You have been wronged, you have been robbed, you have been ruined. But if the oppressor continues to oppress in spite of these screams, these beans, if he does not hold his hand for a moment, the embarrassment does not come to his forehead, then the scream, that bean is not a sign of air pollution. And even if it is a routine, these screams are no more than a bush, a dry rot, and a crushed grass in the forest of inter-voices. With the announcement of the watchman's "stay awake", if the thief is frightened and the eyes of the people of the neighborhood are not opened, what will the watchman do?

Believe me, when I sit down to write, I ask myself, for whom am I writing? Those who laugh at the witnesses of their murders or for the government which considers the appeal of God-fearing as insane and the "wail" of the connoisseurs. I have come to the conclusion that you cannot make a warning through bull collection. You cannot even arouse sympathy for the sheep in the heart of a wolf. Dear Sirs! There is a limit!

The second objection is that in the last four decades, I have seen the colors of politicians that I hate the word politics. The reason why a beast has swallowed the noble creatures, I see worms crawling in the corpses of these attributes, these virtues. I have seen these people abusing their benefactors in the last four decades. I saw critics of military rulers licking the soles of their feet. You may remember that when General Zia-ul-Haq asked me to point to these politicians, they would come to me waving their tails. Everyone has seen the movement of the heart without any gesture. In the formation of the present government, the ship ride with the gestures has shown that the desire to see beauty is no more.

You can insult an honorable person, but the one whose eyes are full of shame, who does not change his party, change his allegiance, forget his ideology and manifesto, does not take as long to change his vest or change his stockings, then you will tell him how much. The person who said that I have gone so far in denial that it is not possible for me to return and drank the cup of poison as immortal stream. Babaji! Think for yourself! What should be written on this stinking pool? What are the foundations of the future? People who grow up in the cradle of self-interest are born with their ego, their conscience and their language as collateral. Leaders will not be able to say what they will say to me or to you. They will interpret my ideas, my feelings and my emotions. What message did you send to the oppressed and destitute people of Kashmir? Where did they disappear after announcing one hour of government protest every week and taking a few minutes photo session on the first day?

Kashmiris are sacrificing their lives for their rights despite the curfew and internet restrictions imposed by the Indian Army and have done their best to bring this movement to its logical conclusion in any case. He was terrified that his body would be snatched away and buried in a hurry while he had been under house arrest for the last 12 years. Can block the way? Can the beloved leader of Kashmiris, Syed Ali Gilani, be separated from the hearts of the people? History has shown that this has never happened and it is not possible now! But by what name will our politician Kokal Kalan remember history?

I swear by the Lord of the Ka'bah, I am ashamed of my existence, I am ashamed, in what age, in what age am I living. In what age, in what age will I leave my children, in what age A towel of stench from the world, one and a half handfuls of rot is reduced and Babaji says that I should write on these politicians and curse the devil, knowing that the dead are not awakened by snipers, beans and screams and the devil is not killed by curses.