"naayaab he ye gardish-e sayyaargaan ki raakh..."

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Today was undoubtedly one of the best days of my life. A day of great learning. A day when a teacher made me realise how much I need to unlearn before I begin learning. A day of enlightenment, it was. Yet another day when I felt as if I have been blessed with what I never deserved in the first place. A day that brings with it a sense of great responsibilities that are to be discharged before departing from this world. A day when a teacher almost made us see what death was...

Mentors are strange people. They are strangely amazing people. You sit in their company and you feel like being a speck of dust. A speck that is proud to be what it is. A speck that wants to become something which has an even more downtrodden status than that of a speck! Mentors make us realise how transient our beings are. How "every second counts" and how "time is the only resource we have. THE ONLY RESOURCE that no one can steal from us." 

Who else but mentors can prove to be the link between the world today and the one that existed fourteen hundred years ago?

Towards the end of this amazing experience when I asked this paticular mentor of mine to write down something on the book he had given to everyone present in the session, he wrote the following verses on the inside cover:

naayaab he ye gardish-e sayyaargaan ki raakh
kuchh sar pe Daal, kuchh kaf-o daaman me~ le ke chal
(Mir Ahmed Navaid)

He might have wrote it without even realising, but for me he is also one of those stars, the dust of which is unsurpassed in value and worth. May Allah give us the tawfiiq to realise the worth of our mentors and may He always keep us in their company in this  Life and the Hereafter. Aameen
 

Comments

Haris Gulzar said…
The more beautiful this verse seems, the less I understand it :-(. Could you please explain it? Although I know it'd take the fun out of it but still... :-(
9:32 AM
Salman Latif said…
Then you are very lucky to have a handful of that rakh :)
11:38 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Haris:

The verse is indeed a bit difficult to understand when you read it for the first time :) ... This is how someone dear translated it for me:

"This path of stars (the path of the Chosen Ones - that of the people of God) is so valuable and precious that even its dust needs to be handled with extreme care and humbleness"

Salman:

Indeed I am. Alhamdulillah! One of my prayers has always been that I live and die and am resurrected amongst these "sayyaargaan" inshaAllah!
9:28 AM
M. Umer Toor said…
This no doubt is a golden principle. No wonder why don't find any conflicts issuing out from such rightly guided scholars. May Allah protect them from the sharr of jinn and Shaitaan. Aameen
9:37 PM
Anonymous said…
'Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes'.

-Ansari of Herat.


JI.
11:39 PM
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