Allama Iqbal
This is not the era of our rise and fall, it is the era of misfortune and oppression.
We gain less, we lose more. High-ranking people are not born among us in the first place, and if they are born unhappy, they leave their place empty before their successors are born. Count the people of your nation by whose tail our reputation is established today and then see how their ranks are being broken one by one and no one is going to take the place of the young man, the death and life of the nations. There is a principle that is very different from our current philosophy of scarcity and abundance. We are becoming accustomed to counting heads only, even though life is not with heads but with hearts and minds.
I am afraid the living heart may die
That life is about living your life
Those who have this fact of the matter in front of them, with their full explanation, who can tell what happened to the hearts of Allama Iqbal's death! If the world is glorified by destiny, it beats its head, and if the enemy is torn apart by its hands, it takes revenge, but no matter what Iqbal laments, he can only glorify God.
Enma Ashko Bathi and Hazni to Allah!
Probably an event of 2 or 3. The late teacher Maulana Abdul Rehman Nagrami was reciting Iqbal's praises in the student assembly. I was present at this meeting. This is the first meeting in which I saw the effect of the lion with my own eyes. Eyes because at that time my mind had not developed the ability to understand the virtues and nuances of the lion.
I was sitting in the Majlis and could clearly hear the echo of Iqbal's poems rising from the door and the wall and I could see with my own eyes that something was raining from the sky and the whole earth was shaking. I have never seen a party so influential and except for this one, my heart probably never dreamed of becoming a poet.
But this wish was not fulfilled because I had dreamed of becoming Iqbal and Iqbal is the only one. Today, after 22 years, tears and laughter come to the delicious memory of this gathering !! Laughter on the naivety of childhood that apart from being a poet, Iqbal's ability to understand poetry has not been created and weep because the great being has risen today who is a sign to invite enthusiasm and enthusiasm. There was a "mountain lamp" to guide the flight and the minds.
Victor Hugo may have said, "Life is glorious and glorious, but history is always waiting for death to decide." It may be a fact of life for the world. But for Iqbal, history has broken its grip. Hearts testified to Iqbal's greatness in his life, now all that is left for history is to preserve and record the impressions of hearts.
Iqbal came to this Bazm either much later, or much earlier. So much so that in the minds and hearts of the members of the Majlis, there was not even a small point left for these thoughts and ideas. Or so much so that the morning he was the evangelist of Sadiq, not only that no sign of his false morning had yet appeared on the horizon.
In fact, the world was still in the middle of the night. But Allah Almighty had given Iqbal a part of this influence for the conquest of hearts and souls, which he armed only to his servants who come wearing the crown of victory of time. So in a few days, the world saw that the words of a man who was so foreign to the people of Majlis that not a single person was going to understand them. Now they have become so familiar and beloved that every Bazm and Anjuman is a myth and there is no heart that has not bowed down to the greatness of Iqbal.
The courage with which Iqbal criticized every aspect of our knowledge and practice and the fearlessness with which he invited us to follow in his footsteps is a sign of prophetic determination. As far as criticism is concerned, Maulana Hali's language was no less than sharp and sharp, his sharpness was also unsafe for every aspect of our practice and belief. At that time, society chose one of the elements which were a mixture of the situation and caught them and convicted them in the court of the nation and punished them mercilessly. Given But the current situation was easy. He wanted to take the nation with the times.
Come wherever you are
And the time was ripe for their companionship with all its charms and charms. The walls they had erected had themselves been shaken, and the unseen hand was providing lime and mud for the building to be erected. They were definitely autumn bubbles, but the arrival of the flowering season was also giving them a boost.
But Iqbal ... Allahu Akbar! Who can estimate his glory? He came to fight from time immemorial.
Time does not make you fight with time
The message they had to convey was that not only was the time unfamiliar to them, but the mindset of the time was completely different and that all the forces of the universe were not there to pull us in a new direction.
Not only were we fully empowered, but we had covered more than half the way. But Iqbal came armed with an unseen power of conquering hearts and souls and he saved us from great danger and surely it is his blessing that we are soft as wax to accept every shape and form. We have not become as hard as a rock, but we have become so strong that not every finger can control us. This is the same sense of self that Iqbal tried to awaken by shaking with all his might.
Those who consider Iqbal's philosophy want to trace it to Nietzsche and Bergson because our passive and intimidated mindset cannot even imagine that it could be a mecca of the East. However, the real source of Iqbal's ideas is the Qur'an. So Iqbal took the word wisdom wherever he found it, but because it was his own thing. Otherwise, he who is the owner of the wealth of Koh-i-Noor would not look at the whips of the poor!
Iqbal did not even bother to beautify the Qur'anic truths and Arabic wisdom by giving them the color of the times. The same old story and the same unsavory songs. But when Iqbal placed them on his palm and presented them, his eyes were dazzled. Iqbal's world was different. When everyone went out to look for life in the Hijaz hospital, he would look for death in the Hijaz desert. When the marble pillars and electric lamps lit up the sanctuary, he said,
I'm unhappy with the marble pillars
Make me a clay harem
And look at the miracle of selfless truth that we are used to seeing only molded coated things. This simplicity of Iqbal drives us crazy too and despite the fact that we are not accustomed to taking a step without reason and logic but when Iqbal says something there is no one to ask him for an argument, maybe this is true That is
If the truth comes from the language of the truth, then it does not need logic to support itself.
It is the duty of the historian to consider the services rendered to the nation by Iqbal and his poetry. We just want to cite one thing that only Iqbal could have done.
If Iqbal had not been born, surely the education of our colleges and universities would have distorted our youth in such a way that there would not have been any trace of love and pride for religion and nation left in them. More than that their inner being would have been distorted. But Allah Almighty sent Iqbal who does not know how these repentances of darkness tore the veils and sat in their hearts and as long as his soul is moving inside the poetic universe then inshaAllah there is a pain in them. The sobs will remain, although stones begin to form in the breasts instead of the hearts.
When despair surrounded us, we saw a sign of hope in Iqbal's poems. When darkness enveloped us, Iqbal shone as a beacon of guidance for us. They warmed the souls, tormented the hearts. From their language we could hear the voices of the conscience of the East, in their Hindi songs there was anxiety about Hijaz. They were on earth, but their flight was to heaven. He was a poet but his poetry was driven by the spirit of prophethood.
They were wise in the guise of worldly men and wise in the guise of lunatics. God! Where did this poet of ours go! May your boundless blessings and blessings be upon his soul !!
I am afraid the living heart may die
That life is about living your life
Those who have this fact of the matter in front of them, with their full explanation, who can tell what happened to the hearts of Allama Iqbal's death! If the world is glorified by destiny, it beats its head, and if the enemy is torn apart by its hands, it takes revenge, but no matter what Iqbal laments, he can only glorify God.
Enma Ashko Bathi and Hazni to Allah!
Probably an event of 2 or 3. The late teacher Maulana Abdul Rehman Nagrami was reciting Iqbal's praises in the student assembly. I was present at this meeting. This is the first meeting in which I saw the effect of the lion with my own eyes. Eyes because at that time my mind had not developed the ability to understand the virtues and nuances of the lion.
I was sitting in the Majlis and could clearly hear the echo of Iqbal's poems rising from the door and the wall and I could see with my own eyes that something was raining from the sky and the whole earth was shaking. I have never seen a party so influential and except for this one, my heart probably never dreamed of becoming a poet.
But this wish was not fulfilled because I had dreamed of becoming Iqbal and Iqbal is the only one. Today, after 22 years, tears and laughter come to the delicious memory of this gathering !! Laughter on the naivety of childhood that apart from being a poet, Iqbal's ability to understand poetry has not been created and weep because the great being has risen today who is a sign to invite enthusiasm and enthusiasm. There was a "mountain lamp" to guide the flight and the minds.
Victor Hugo may have said, "Life is glorious and glorious, but history is always waiting for death to decide." It may be a fact of life for the world. But for Iqbal, history has broken its grip. Hearts testified to Iqbal's greatness in his life, now all that is left for history is to preserve and record the impressions of hearts.
Iqbal came to this Bazm either much later, or much earlier. So much so that in the minds and hearts of the members of the Majlis, there was not even a small point left for these thoughts and ideas. Or so much so that the morning he was the evangelist of Sadiq, not only that no sign of his false morning had yet appeared on the horizon.
In fact, the world was still in the middle of the night. But Allah Almighty had given Iqbal a part of this influence for the conquest of hearts and souls, which he armed only to his servants who come wearing the crown of victory of time. So in a few days, the world saw that the words of a man who was so foreign to the people of Majlis that not a single person was going to understand them. Now they have become so familiar and beloved that every Bazm and Anjuman is a myth and there is no heart that has not bowed down to the greatness of Iqbal.
The courage with which Iqbal criticized every aspect of our knowledge and practice and the fearlessness with which he invited us to follow in his footsteps is a sign of prophetic determination. As far as criticism is concerned, Maulana Hali's language was no less than sharp and sharp, his sharpness was also unsafe for every aspect of our practice and belief. At that time, society chose one of the elements which were a mixture of the situation and caught them and convicted them in the court of the nation and punished them mercilessly. Given But the current situation was easy. He wanted to take the nation with the times.
Come wherever you are
And the time was ripe for their companionship with all its charms and charms. The walls they had erected had themselves been shaken, and the unseen hand was providing lime and mud for the building to be erected. They were definitely autumn bubbles, but the arrival of the flowering season was also giving them a boost.
But Iqbal ... Allahu Akbar! Who can estimate his glory? He came to fight from time immemorial.
Time does not make you fight with time
The message they had to convey was that not only was the time unfamiliar to them, but the mindset of the time was completely different and that all the forces of the universe were not there to pull us in a new direction.
Not only were we fully empowered, but we had covered more than half the way. But Iqbal came armed with an unseen power of conquering hearts and souls and he saved us from great danger and surely it is his blessing that we are soft as wax to accept every shape and form. We have not become as hard as a rock, but we have become so strong that not every finger can control us. This is the same sense of self that Iqbal tried to awaken by shaking with all his might.
Those who consider Iqbal's philosophy want to trace it to Nietzsche and Bergson because our passive and intimidated mindset cannot even imagine that it could be a mecca of the East. However, the real source of Iqbal's ideas is the Qur'an. So Iqbal took the word wisdom wherever he found it, but because it was his own thing. Otherwise, he who is the owner of the wealth of Koh-i-Noor would not look at the whips of the poor!
Iqbal did not even bother to beautify the Qur'anic truths and Arabic wisdom by giving them the color of the times. The same old story and the same unsavory songs. But when Iqbal placed them on his palm and presented them, his eyes were dazzled. Iqbal's world was different. When everyone went out to look for life in the Hijaz hospital, he would look for death in the Hijaz desert. When the marble pillars and electric lamps lit up the sanctuary, he said,
I'm unhappy with the marble pillars
Make me a clay harem
And look at the miracle of selfless truth that we are used to seeing only molded coated things. This simplicity of Iqbal drives us crazy too and despite the fact that we are not accustomed to taking a step without reason and logic but when Iqbal says something there is no one to ask him for an argument, maybe this is true That is
If the truth comes from the language of the truth, then it does not need logic to support itself.
It is the duty of the historian to consider the services rendered to the nation by Iqbal and his poetry. We just want to cite one thing that only Iqbal could have done.
If Iqbal had not been born, surely the education of our colleges and universities would have distorted our youth in such a way that there would not have been any trace of love and pride for religion and nation left in them. More than that their inner being would have been distorted. But Allah Almighty sent Iqbal who does not know how these repentances of darkness tore the veils and sat in their hearts and as long as his soul is moving inside the poetic universe then inshaAllah there is a pain in them. The sobs will remain, although stones begin to form in the breasts instead of the hearts.
When despair surrounded us, we saw a sign of hope in Iqbal's poems. When darkness enveloped us, Iqbal shone as a beacon of guidance for us. They warmed the souls, tormented the hearts. From their language we could hear the voices of the conscience of the East, in their Hindi songs there was anxiety about Hijaz. They were on earth, but their flight was to heaven. He was a poet but his poetry was driven by the spirit of prophethood.
They were wise in the guise of worldly men and wise in the guise of lunatics. God! Where did this poet of ours go! May your boundless blessings and blessings be upon his soul !!