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Urdu – The Language and Poetry ~Zoya Zaidi

Urdu – The Language and Poetry


Zoya Zaidi

Urdu is a beautiful language; it is the language of poetry; in its lyricism, Urdu poetry is next only to Persian. Urdu is a Turkish word, which means 'foreign' or 'horde'. It is an Indo-European language of the Indo-Aryan family that developed under Persian, Turkish and Arabic influence in South Asia during the Delhi Sultanate and the Mughal Empire. Urdu is the official language of Pakistan, and Jammu and Kashmir in India.
The forte of the language has been, and still is its literature. Likewise, poets Amir Khusro, Mir Taqi Mir, Mirza Ghalib, Allama Iqbal and Faiz Ahmed Faiz have had a give and take relationship with the language. Where they took the language as a bridge between their thoughts and their readers, they also gave the gems of their beautiful poetry to the language. Though not a very ancient language, Urdu is a language full of charm and elegance, a language that holds literature so courtly.

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History of Urdu Language- Evolution of Urdu in India
History of a language is the history of the place it is spoken in; the history of the culture it is embedded in; in fact a language is a whole culture in itself. The evolution of a language is affected by the various influences of cultures of invaders and infiltrator from neighboring countries and far off lands on the existing local culture of a place.
India due to its fertile land and abundance of natural resources has attracted people from the Northwest since the time immemorial. They have influenced the local culture and languages. Prakrits, or natural dialects evolved many thousand years ago under the impact of Sanskrit (in its ancient form) and the various spoken dialects, in this manner. Prakrit is considered the mother of Urdu, long before it acquired the name of Urdu. In fact it is supposed to be the common precursor of Hindi and Urdu; When more and more Sanskrit words were included into it, it became Hindi; while, when Persian, Arabic, and Turkish words were added to it, it developed into the present day Urdu…Thus these two languages grew apart and became separate languages, but originally had their common roots in the Prakrit.
By the tenth century AD, a large number of peoples had arrived from Iran and Arabia, and settled on the Western Coasts from Sindh down to Kerala, and a few had ventured into the interior of Rajputana and the Southern India. Smooth relations existed between people from these regions and Indians. After the advent of Islam traders and mystics started giving the Indian way of life a new social and philosophical flavour. Soon invaders like Mohammad Bin Qasim, Mehmood Ghaznavi, Mohammad Ghauri, and their subjects started mixing with locals; a new language started evolving as a result of amalgamation of local dialects and the languages of the invaders. This language was to become Urdu.

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Scholars have attempted to trace these influences into the history to find the time of conception of the embryo of the language now called Urdu, and known earlier by various names of Hindui, Rekhta etc. Saiyyad Suleman Nadvi traced it into old Sindh of the eighth century AD. Mahmoud Shirani emphasizes the role of Punjab played in the process from about 1000AD. But most significant is the evolution of the language in the upper South India, around the cities of Gulbarga and around Hydrabad (Golconda and Bijapur) in about the fourteenth century.
Influences of Portuguese, Arabic, French and Dutch have also contributed to growth of Urdu, especially along the Western Ghats around 16th-18th C, where traders had relations with Indians since ancient times and Christianity was trying to find its roots in India; Many words, though in distorted form, related to trading and trading goods like Rupayia, Pagaar, Neelam, Chaapa, mistary besides All-pin, Almirah, Baalti, Pistol, Tolia, Maze; to ammunitions like Kartoos, Carbine; and to eatables like Achaar, Annanas, Biscuit, Kajoo, Pappita, Gobhi and names of many dry fruits have been incorporated into Urdu, from these languages, especially into Hydrabadi version of Urdu prevalent in South India. Besides some words related to Christianity like Padri, Cross and Girja and those related to dresses like Saya, Qamiz and Kaaj etc. of Portuguese origin were also included into the language during this period.
Mirza Ghalib talks of Portuguese wine in his writings. Such towering figures like Saad Salman (Lahore, 11th C), Amir Khusro (born Badaun, 13th AD), Saint Gesu Daraz (Gulbarga, early 14th C), have contributed to the evolution of Urdu language through their literary works. Thus many languages and dialects of the Old India have influenced the evolution of Urdu. But, the standard Urdu, established since the 17thCentury AD is founded on dialects spoken in and around Delhi, called Khari (vertical) Boli in contrast to others termed Pari (horizontal) Boli, classified linguistically according to whether most of their words are in a /aw or ai /o etc.

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‘Neither you nor I’

“O, listen to the wonderment of Love,
Neither the Muse remained,
nor the passion remained,
Neither you remained,
nor I remained
What remained was one oblivion
of all else ....”

~ Siraj Aurangabadi
Growth of Urdu Poetry
Literature in all the languages of the world finds its origin in poetry. Poesy is a life force, which finds its roots in literature long before prose; rhyming is a natural habit of people, and even children learn things in rhyme much more easily then in prose. Before the advent of writing, in the oral tradition, it was only the powerful magic of the poetry that could be retained in human mind, and the power of memory was also attuned to poetry better than prose; poetry was also more suited to public oration and recitation.
Though prose seems to be the natural form of communication, if we think a little deeply, we come to the conclusion that man first feels and then only thinks, therefore poetry, which comes from the heart is actually a more natural form of expression, while prose is better suited to the expression of flow of thoughts of cerebral nature, to philosophy, and to formal writing. The Goddess of Urdu, before its inception was so rich in its thought, imaginative and emotional content that when the time came for it to emerge as a language, it just burst forth like Minerva, from the tresses of the Jupiter of Urdu poetry and philosophy in poetic and not in prose form. So, Urdu started as a language in poetic rather than prose form.

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‘Fire under my feet’
English Translation

"Even in captivity,
I have fire under my feet,
ablaze
Every loop of my fetters melts,
like a hair in front of a flame."


English transliteration (in Roman script):

"Bas ke hoon Ghalib Aseeri main bhi Atish Zer-e- Pa, /
Moo-e-Atish, dida hai halqua meri Zanjeer ka."
Urdu poetry started to develop in Indian subcontinent in the thirteenth century AD, the famous Urdu poet, Amir Khusro, made a great contribution to its evolution. A disciple of the Sufi saint Nizam Uddin Aulia-he was a one of the wandering Dervishes. To spread their message far and wide, the dervishes used the instrument of music and sang their verses in the language of the people, often using the colloquial language to gain popularity. Persian being the official or the established language of verse at that time was not followed (understood) by the sundry masses; therefore in order to gain popularity Khusro started mixing Persian verse with colloquial lines of verses.
One of his early poems were an amalgam of Persian and local Colloquy, like Brij Bhasha and Bhojpuri language: One line of pure Persian was often followed by a line of pure Brij Bhasha, for example the following couplet from the famous Sufi Ghazal goes like this:
“Z-e-hal-e miskin makun taghaaful, varaaye naina banaaye batiyaan
Ke taab-e- hijraan n’daaram e jaan, na leho kaahe lagaaye chatiyaan
?”
(Look! What your aversion of eyes, excuses and negligence has done to me!
Why don’t you embrace me, my love, and relieve me off the agony of separation?”)
The last line is in pure colloquy, while the first three are in pure Persian. Or, this other couplet of the same poem:
“Shabaan-e- hijraan daraaz chun zulf o roz –e–vaslat, chun umar kohtaah
Sakhi, piya ko jo main na dekhoon, to kaise katoon andheri ratiyan
’
(The nights of separation are long as the dark tresses of my beloved,
While the day of rendezvous is as short as the life itself, /
How can I, O’ Sakhi (female friend), spend the dark and desolate night without seeing my beloved.)
Here again the first line is pure Persian the second pure Colloquy. Amir Khusro was greatly revered in the court of Ghayas Uddin Balban. Khusro can be called the father of Urdu language.

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Slowly and gradually over time Urdu evolved as the language of the people, and took up the name of Hindustani, later to be called Urdu. In and around Areas of Hydrabad (Golconda and Bijapur), Qutab Shahi Badshahs like Quli Qutab Shah (who was himself a poet) contributed to development of Urdu Poetry, using words of Dakhani (Southern version of Urdu), in Urdu poetry, giving it a rich flavour peculiar to the accent and pronunciation of Urdu in Hydrabadi version of the language. Wali Dakhani, took Urdu to its literary heights in his poetry and can be called the Chaucer of Urdu. . If Amir khusaro’s period spelled the Dawn of Urdu then Sun of Urdu had fully risen in Dakkan, (Golcunda and Bijapur). After Wali Dakhani, the focus of Urdu shifted to North, namely the areas in and around Delhi.
In the courts of the great Mughals, who adopted India as their country, Urdu was the spoken language of the palaces, the kings, queens and princesses and royal princes. It was also called Urdu-e-Maullah, meaning there by chaste Urdu. Mughals being great warriors also campaigned excessively; in the process they recruited soldiers from different communities, including Arabs, Persians, Turks, Pathans, Bilochis, Rajputs, Jats, Marathas and Brahamins. These communities lived in close contact with each other and communicated in different dialects, which slowly and gradually took up the archaic form of present day Urdu. It is also referred to as Lashkari Zaban (Language of the Army or Horde).
Urdu enveloped in itself a whole culture of that era. It’s lilting sweet sound was pleasing to the senses like honey pouring into the ears. Even the prose had a rhythm akin to poetry. There was a tradition of ‘Sheri Mehfils’ (poetic soirées) in the king courts, who was a great patron of the Urdu language and its poets. The poets used to get a yearly stipend from the king’s treasury. No wonder Urdu reached its zenith in the great Mughal period.

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Urdu poetry developed its various forms like Ghazal, Rubayee (Quatrain) Musnavi, Qaseeda and Marsiya also during this period. Abul Fazal Faizi and Abdul Rahim Khankhana were accomplished poets in Akbar’s court, who wrote poetry in Persian as well as in Urdu, and enriched their poems with Hindi and Sanskrit words. During this period Urdu was greatly enriched by Persian words, as most of the official work was done in Persian and the courtiers had to learn the Persian language. In fact, in Akbar’s time one of his ministers (Nau Ratans- Nine Jewels), Raja Todarmal, made learning of Persian mandatory by the court officials, later making knowledge of Persian a prerequisite for those seeking official jobs, or jobs in the king’s courts. So much so that Urdu adopted the Persian Script and Grammar.
In poetry also the same form, meter and rhythm as Persian is used in Urdu. It was during this period that Urdu greatly developed as language, becoming sophisticated in expression and rich in thought. This is the period of great stalwarts of poetry like Mir Taqi Mir and Sauda, who polished Urdu poetry to a great extent by using local language phrases and Persian expressions in their poetry. Ghazal and Qasida both the forms of poetry reached perfection at the hands of these two. By Shahjahan’s time Urdu had reached its literary nadir.
By the end of Mughal empire Urdu was already the official Language of most of Northern States (1832 AD), like Uttar Pradesh, Punjab, Bihar and Jammu and Kashmir. It was during this period and the great uprising of 1857 that such Stalwart like Ghalib, Momin and Zauq existed, and the last Mughal emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar was a very fine and sensitive poet himself. By this time Urdu had become very refined and Persian’ised, with exclusion of all crude local expressions, and Hindi words from it. Expression of thought and content became modern, whose best example is found in Ghalib’s writings.

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‘The Night of Anguish’

“Kahoon kis se main ke kya hai, Shab-e-Gham boori bala hai!
Moojhe kiya bura tha marna agar ek bar hota
?”

“Night of Anguish, O’ what a devil it can be!
Would I mind dying, if only once it were to be?”

~ Mirza Ghalib
After the Mughals, the patronage of Urdu waned and poets started dispersing from Delhi to other towns like Lucknow and Rampur. Now, Lucknow became the nucleus of Urdu language and poetry became so popular that there were weekly, even daily poetic soirées organized everywhere. Mir Anees and Mirza Dabir were the great Marsia poets of the Lucknow school.
Modern trends in Urdu find their inception in the nineteenth century, when vanguard poets and prose writers like Maulana Hali, Sir Saiyyad Ahmad Khan and Mohaumad Husain Azad made a very important and significant contribution to not only poetry but took prose writing to new literary heights. Maulana Altaf Husain Hali is responsible for starting a revolutionary trend in Urdu poetry, laying great emphasis on simpler language and popularising literary form of Nazm, as opposed to the conventional Ghazal, which because of its fixed rhyming pattern and meter was making the Urdu poetry very conformist and formalistic in nature. Most significant poets after this period were Iqbal and Hasrat Mohani. Iqbal greatly influenced the philosophical thought in Urdu poetry, which was influenced in turn by western literary thought, because of his wide exposure to western literature and learning.
Even English language enriched Urdu vocabulary. Some of the essential words adopted from English were actually non-existent in Urdu earlier, and still exist as a necessary part of the language. English is a dynamic language, and it greatly influenced the prose and poetry of Urdu during the Raj period, especially in areas around Bengal, Assam, Maharashtra and Orissa, where it also influenced the languages of these states. It was under the influence of English that scientific, literary and philosophic works were translated into Urdu widely, making Urdu a language which was by now a well established language in prose as well and suited to become the medium of instruction, when all official and pedagogic work was possible in Urdu language.
Urdu Today
Urdu remained the official and widely spoken popular language (still is) of Northern India till the independence. After India gained independence, Hindi was declared the official language of India, and Urdu that of Pakistan. In a spate of National fervour of newly found independence and strained relations with the neighbouring Pakistan, Urdu in India was removed from the school syllabi, in most of the states. Thus began the decline of one of the most beautiful languages, peculiar to India alone, in the very land of its origin.
If not for Pakistan (even there spoken Urdu has fast become Panjabi’ised) Urdu would have died a premature death long ago. In fact in a short span of fifty odd years since Independence, Urdu has become virtually redundant in India, a sad example of death of a language at the hands of politics. Feeble attempts are being made to revive the language, but in the fast developing age of corporate world, where money is the God and Guru of the masses, Urdu stands a very poor chance in India.
I choose to write poetry in my language- Urdu-because I love it; But sadly enough my own two brothers cannot read or enjoy it, because we, the children of post-independent-India, went to schools where either Hindi was taught or as a hang-over of our Colonial past, English was the medium of instruction and the first language. Translation of poetry from one language to another always loses the flavour of the original. Urdu is no exception. Nevertheless I sometimes do the exercise of translating my own poetry into English from Urdu, and vice versa. My writing in Urdu is also my way of contributing to the revival of this beautiful Mother tongue of mine.
Here is a poetic translation of one of my favourite poems of the famous Urdu poet Faiz Ahmad Faiz (which I often hum to myself on lonesome night).

Sadiquainn- Faiz's Tanhaee. Calligraphy by and © property of Dr. Zoya Zaidi


“Tanhaee”, as envisioned by Sadeqain, the famous artist and calligraphist of Pakistan.


Insomnia

(Poetic translation of Faiz Ahmad Faiz’ poem: “Tanhaee”)
Is there someone?
No! There is no one! O weary heart!
Must be a wayfarer, elsewhere bound…

Night has departed,
Stardust’s beginning to dispel its haze,
Sleepy lamps stagger, ready to pale
Roads are tired of endless wait
Sands unfamiliar settle, footprints fade…

Quench your candles
Put away your wine glass & carafe,
Lock up your insomniac doors

No one!
No one, is going to come here anymore…

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi

The 7 Secrets of Running a Wildly Popular Blog

The 7 Secrets of Running a
Wildly Popular Blog
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 Did you ever wonder why some blogs attract tons of readers and   others don’t?
 Of course you’ve wondered. We all have. Because if you’re    reading this blog, you almost certainly have a blog of your own. You  think it’s great, and you want lots of other people to think it’s great too.
 So what’s the answer? Why do some blogs become more popular than others?
  There are lots of reasons why people flock to certain blogs, but I think one of the most important is that popular blogs are written by popular people — the sort of people who attract others.
And becoming a popular person isn’t just a matter of fate or genes. It’s something you can work on.
I’m not saying content isn’t important when you’re creating a popular blog. Content for the best blogs is almost always top-notch, interesting, and informative — and that takes work.
But a blog isn’t just about work or great content.
 Think about the most popular person you know in your personal life. What is it about them that attracts other people? Brains? Skill? Knowledge? These things could be part of it, but don’t you also know popular people who aren’t the smartest, the most skilled, or the best-educated?
 When giving the commencement speech to the Vassar class of 1983, Meryl Streep said this:
Real Life is actually a lot more like high school. The common denominator prevails. Excellence is not always recognized or rewarded. What we watch on our screens, whom we elect, are determined to a large extent by public polls. Looks count. A lot. And unlike the best of the college experience, when ideas and solutions somehow seem attainable if you just get up early, stay up late, try hard enough, and find the right source or method, things on the outside sometimes seem vast and impossible …
In other words, success isn’t necessarily about competence. It’s often about likeability. People like to spend time with people they like.
The same applies to blogs. Success often depends on likeability. How you come across. Your vibe. Your attitude and personality.
And if I were to break this down into specific tips, I’d say there are 7 secrets for making your blog (and you) more popular. 

   1. Have a conversation

People don’t like to be lectured or talked down to. They just like to talk. And a blog is really a form of conversation between you and your readers. Even if people don’t always directly communicate with you or leave comments, the tone of your posts should be more or less conversational.
Don’t write like you’re delivering a sermon. Write like you’re chatting with a friend. Keep it easy and informal. 

   2. Lighten up

 

You don’t have to tell jokes, but it’s smart to keep things light-hearted. Consider the Men with Pens blog. James always has a lot of fun when writing a post, and her sense of humor makes the information more readable and entertaining.
Your readers are probably having a tough day. Their desk is groaning under the weight of all their projects. The economy is crappy and their life is full of responsibility.
If they read your blog and come away feeling just a little happier, they’ll keep coming back. 

   3. Be yourself

 

After all, people are not coming to your blog just to acquire knowledge. They’re dropping by to visit you.
Which means you have to be there.
That means revealing a little about yourself, sharing the occasional personal photo, posting videos where you talk to your readers, letting people know what’s going on with you.
For example, in a recent Pro Copy Tips post, I mentioned that I visited Las Vegas for my sister’s wedding. I show a photo of me standing in front of the famous welcome sign on a sweltering afternoon. I mention playing the slots and losing a little money. (Only a buck. I’m not much of a gambler.)
And all this served as an introduction to thoughts about how writers take risks, so it remained informative and focused on the reader. 

   4. Be nice

 

Yes, your mom was right. You have to be nice.
Don’t be a diva. Answer your emails. Respond to comments. Be polite even when a reader makes the occasional stupid remark or a troll flames you for no good reason.
The people who are rude to you are having a bad day, or a bad life, and they want to share their frustration and anger with you. But it’s their problem, not yours. They want to provoke you. Don’t let them.
If anyone gets out of control on your blog, don’t bicker about it. Just delete the comment and move on. 

   5. Get over yourself

 

When you think about it, blogs are really kind of egotistical. You have to think pretty highly of yourself to assume other people want to hear what you have to say day after day.
There’s nothing wrong with a healthy ego, but your blog really isn’t about you. It’s about your readers.
It may seem counterintuitive, but the more you cater to your readers needs, the more popular and profitable your blog can become. The more you give, the more you get. The world is full of self-centered and stingy bloggers. Don’t be one of them.
(I realize this might seem to contradict #3. There’s a delicate balance there. You want to share enough of yourself to make a connection, but still keep your focus on your audience.)

   6. Help people

 

Isn’t this the whole point of a blog, especially one that’s wildly popular? Why do you visit Copyblogger or Lifehacker or Chris Brogan, or any of the other top blogs?
Because they offer you lots of stuff without necessarily expecting something in return. The people who run these blogs are constantly thinking about how they can help you.
Again, think about the people in your personal life. You probably know that one person who is always willing to help, no matter what you need.
Why do you keep going back to that person? Because you know they’ll say “yes” when most others will say no. Helpful people are popular people. 

   7. Stop trying so hard

 

Yes, you need to work at your blog. You should write good posts. You should offer solid information. You might even put in long hours.
But don’t push too hard. Relax. Enjoy it. Make it part of your life. If you’re desperate for success, that desperation will show.
It’s like dating: there’s a fine line between wooing someone and stalking them. I mean, have you ever had someone get a crush on you and start trailing you like a puppy? It’s annoying. And a little creepy.
No matter how much you want success, just remember that it comes fast for some and slower for others.
There’s a moderately popular blog I used to enjoy. Then the people who run it announced a product. From that day forward, every post was about their product. Every link pointed to a sales page. The blog was no longer a conversation. It was a relentless sales pitch. I don’t visit any more.
Meryl Streep was right. Life is like high school. And success has a lot to do with being popular. So … be popular. 


About the Author: Dean Rieck is one of America’s top direct marketing copywriters. He shares his writing and freelancing know-how at the wildly popular Pro Copy Tips.

50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular

50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular

Blogging Tips

Here is a list of some very creative ways which can help you make your blog popular. If not popular, at least it will give you some ideas of what to post on your blog if you are running out of topics to write about.

  1.  Start a controversy. Just remember not to cross the line.
  2. Start a contest. Make sure to end it too.
  3. Give away free goodies. People love them.
  4. Write about other bloggers to interest their visitors to read your blog. Keep it positive.
  5. Dress up your blog often (By dress-up I mean tweaking the design)
  6. Interview other bloggers and post the interview.
  7. Write about your personal life sometimes.
  8. Ask questions to your visitors.
  9. Share some secrets.
  10. Celebrate your birthday with your visitors. Think of innovative ways for doing this.
  11. Celebrate your blog’s birthday too.
  12. Write something funny or disgusting. (Don’t make it a habit)
  13. Make a bumper sticker with your blog’s name and stick it on your car. (Just make sure you drive often)
  14. Write an e-book and distribute it to your visitors for free.
  15. Introduce a commission based affiliate program.
  16. Tell your visitors about your latest fad or obsession.
  17. Post interesting pictures of your pets.
  18. Congratulate the top commentators occasionally.
  19. Encourage sharing of opinions.
  20. Donate for a cause or become a volunteer for a non-profit organization. Ask your visitors to join you.
  21. Put your blog’s ad in the local newspaper or the yellow pages.
  22. Hold blog competitions.
  23. Create polls.
  24. Hold an auction and let people bid for something useful (For example, advertising space on your blog).
  25. Write about your blog achievements.
  26. Share your hopes and aspirations about your blog.
  27. Start an award distribution system.
  28. Make contact with your local visitors and hold a get-together or a bloggers’ meet.
  29. Start a blog comic strip.
  30. Dig up some old article that you wrote on your blog which became famous and start a discussion.
  31. Try and get a photograph clicked with a real celebrity and post it on your blog. (Hold on Tiger..don’t rush to that Photoshop button!)
  32. Post videos that will help your visitors learn something new. Also submit them to video sharing websites like YouTube.com.
  33. Write about your hobbies and interests. (For example, if you like cooking, post a new recipe)
  34. Post about one of the weirdest thing that you ever did.
  35. Get featured in a print magazine.
  36. Buy a paid review from any famous blogger(s).
  37. Brand your blog with a catch phrase along with a logo.
  38. Distribute T-shirts or merchandise with your blog name on it.
  39. Join Yahoo! Answers and put a link on your website to your answers.
  40. Keep a track of websites that pick up your articles or press releases. Offer them exclusive news or content.
  41. Do surveys and publish the results to your visitors.
  42. Build tools that your visitors might find use for.
  43. Start a newsletter.
  44. Podcasting is another good way to make your blog popular.
  45. Publicize your blog to your friends and relatives and let them do some work for you.
  46. Be active in Social Bookmarking websites.
  47. Share Link Love and you will get it back.
  48. People like to read about Web 2.0. Write about it.
  49. Write about something that’s already famous.
  50. Last but not the least, be yourself.


MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM

MY JOURNEY TO ISLAM

By: Sister Yasmin Umm Amani

I was born in the 70s to a middle-class family consisting of my mother, father and two older brothers. My memories of family life are of a happy, secure, very close and loving family. Although my parents were not religious they were very strict in certain areas of my upbringing such as instilling good manners, generosity and consideration for others.
Despite the lack of religious guidance in my early years of life there were certain times that I remember just naturally turning to God for guidance and simply accepting the existence of God. For example, at the age of six I asked my parents if I could attend Sunday School at our local church and at the age of ten I registered with a distance learning Bible course. Also, at the age of 13, I remember passing by the scene of a road accident on my way to school and noticing a pool of blood by the roadside. That evening I prayed to God for the man who was knocked over to return to good health.
However, such moments of religiosity were always short lived. Despite these few God conscious moments of my childhood the majority of my life I lived as a typical 'English girl'. Without any religion to teach me what was right or wrong...I simply followed the crowd.
However, there were times when I would feel unhappy with the way I was living my life. It was at night when I would sometimes lay in bed and think about the things I was doing and feel ashamed and sometimes even cry. I always wondered if there would ever be a point in my life when I would not feel guilty about how I was living my life. At times, I would pray to God, crying for forgiveness and help. 
But why would such a young girl turn to God asking for help? My family was not teaching me about God, nor my friends or society. So, why did I even believe in the existence of God? And why in such times of trouble did I turn to Him? 
Now that I am Muslim I understand how all human beings have a natural disposition to believe in the existence of God. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: "Every new-born baby is born on the fitrah (natural state i.e. Islam). It is his parents who make him a Jew, a Christian or a Magian." [Bukhari, Muslim, Abu Dawud, Tirmidhi & others] 
However, now that I am Muslim, I am totally content with the way I live my life and I no longer feel ashamed about my past. In Islam, the moment you become a Muslim and declare your faith in God you become like a new-born baby totally free of sin. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: "If a person embraces Islam sincerely, then Allah shall forgive all his past sins, and after that starts the settlement of accounts: the reward of his good deeds will be ten times to seven hundred times for each good deed, and an evil deed will be recorded as it is unless Allah forgives it. "[Sahih al-Bukhari, Vol 1 Hadith No. 40a].

At the age of 15, more major events started to take place which affected my whole outlook in life. In my last school year three of my school friends died. 
The first to die was a seventeen-year-old boy. It was a typical school evening spending time at a friend's house. The evening was spent as usual, chatting, laughing and joking. But little did I know that this would be the last time I would see one of my friends. For the next day he had fallen off his motorbike in bad weather and been hit by a car. Two days later he had died.
A few months later a friend from school suffered a severe asthma attack, collapsed during surgery and died. I can remember seeing her the day she died walking around the school playground totally unaware of what lay ahead of her that evening. 
I was so shocked at the deaths of two young people in such a short space of time but I didn't know how to cope with it. But little did I know that the most disturbing incident was yet to come.
It was two months later and my last lesson of the school day, Physical Education. I was laughing and joking in the changing room with one of my close school friends. We said our goodbyes to each other when the school bell sounded and went our separate ways. 
The next time I saw her she was laying on a roadside after being hit by a car outside our school. I gave my cardigan to be used as a cushion for her head as my teacher tried to resuscitate her. The ambulance came after what seemed like hours. I will always remember watching her motionless hand, displaying all the rings that I had given her, fall off the stretcher as she was being ushered into the ambulance. She died a few days later and the last time I stood so closely to her was sitting inches away from her coffin in the small local church at her funeral.

For weeks I would sleep with my light on and every time I shut my eyes I would see her face. I went totally withdrawn and became obsessed with life after death. I just simply could not accept that there was nothing after death. Again it was my natural disposition guiding me to the existence of God. But at this stage of life I did not look for the answers in religion but rather found myself scouring the library shelves for books on near-death experience and clairvoyancy. And at that stage of my life it was convenient, and a comfort, to accept these ideas. 
But for me the most important lesson I learned from that year was that our lives could end at any moment -old, young, healthy, unhealthy. One day, and it could be today or tomorrow, we could be in our graves having to answer to God. 

Why did we not live according to His rules? It is not enough that we were good to others and were careful not to harm anybody. What about the God who created us, who provides us with everything to keep us alive like air, a heart that beats and plentiful food to eat? We take His blessings throughout our lives yet fail to even acknowledge His existence or thank Him! How would we feel if after bearing our children and providing them with all their needs that they just lived their lives never speaking to us, never even thinking of us or even uttering one word of thanks to us! Would we want to reward a child like this? Then why do we live our lives expecting to receive God's ultimate reward of Paradise when we have never acknowledged His existence or turned to Him in gratitude for His endless blessings?

In 1991 I moved to London to study Law at a university and my life finally began to turn around. It was here that I met my future husband, who was a Muslim, and his group of Muslim friends. I specifically chose a university in London that was multi-cultural because coming from a very White area I wanted to meet people from different backgrounds. My boyfriend and his friends were not practicing Islam wholeheartedly at that time so we spent many nights out in Central London.
Then one day one of the boys from the group visited my student house fully clad in shalwar kameez and a significant beard. I was amazed - he had decided to start practicing Islam. Where he used to greet me with a big hug he just smiled and walked past me making a joke that "I won't be hugging you anymore!" I always had the perception that someone who was following a religion would frankly be very serious and boring. But here was a boy whose face was alight with happiness in his own life choice to turn his back on partying and the so-called "high-life" and practice Islam in its entirety.
From that day on every time this boy came to visit my student house he would talk about Islam. It was very strange because from that instant I became extremely shy in his presence out of respect for him and his values. I would simply sit quietly and listen to what he was saying about Islam. When they went home I would often debate the points discussed with my then-boyfriend but I was always left having to agree the viewpoint given in Islam made perfect sense. Slowly I began to picture together in my mind a view of how perfect the world would be if we all lived our lives as dictated by God in Islam.
Many aspects of Islam appealed to me directly. Many issues that If I had implemented in my teenage years, would have made such a vast difference in my upbringing. For me, it was some of the prohibitions laid down in Islam that appealed to me. For example, the prohibition of alcohol. We are told in the Holy Qur'an that there is some benefit in it but the harm outweighs the good. 

"They ask you (O Muhammad) concerning alcoholic drink and gambling. Say: "In them is a great sin, and (some) benefits for men, but the sin of them is greater than their benefit."
[The Holy Qur'an Chapter 2 verse 119]

I could clearly see the ill-effects a large consumption of alcohol had played in my own life but could also see the damage at a societal level. It leads to a loosening of behavior which can lead to fornication, adultery and crime. 
Islam also prohibits sexual relations outside of marriage. For me this was so appealing. The consequence of free sexual activity within a society inevitably leads to pregnancy and when this happens outside the stability of marriage this is more likely to end in an abortion. 
But, of course, attraction between a man and a woman is part of the natural disposition given to us by God. Therefore, Islam implements certain rules as a precaution to prevent this attraction occurring in the first instance. For example, the modest dress code and behavior of both men and women.

It might seem difficult for some to understand how a Western woman can embrace the dress code of a Muslim woman. But for me I found it liberating. I no longer had to endure the unwanted glances of some man sitting opposite me on the tube. For the first time in my life I was taken for the person I was and not for simply the way I looked or dressed.
Islam is such a wide encompassing religion that this is such a small snapshot of the many things I was learning back in 1992 and which were appealing to my logic and common sense. I continued to read books and leaflets to increase my knowledge and slowly my faith grew. 
However, one book that I was unable to read at this time was The Holy Qur'an. I possessed a copy in English, which I kept in a safe place but whenever I opened the front cover I was too scared to read the words and would quickly close the cover. Looking back now I can see that at this time I was in some form of denial. I knew that the Qur'an was the true word of God. And I think that when you reach that realization you either turn away from the truth out of fear because you don't want to change your life or you wholeheartedly embrace the truth and become Muslim. But for me at that time I simply did not feel ready to make that change. 
However, I was slowly changing my behavior. I stopped drinking, smoking and eating pork and would 'practice' fasting a few days during Ramadan. It was in the Ramadan of 1992 that I learnt my first part of the prayer in Arabic -the Al-Fatihah or The Opening. I struggled with the first few lines trying to get my tongue around this new language but was soon amazed at how easily the words entered my memory. I was sure that God was helping me in my learning. From that moment on I slowly learnt the majority of the prayer and began praying just one prayer a day reciting what I had learnt so far.
It was at this stage that my then-boyfriend went home for the weekend. He telephoned me from home and told me that he and his friends were going to Regents Park Mosque the next day. He asked if I would like to come with them and consider taking my shahadah (i.e. declare my faith and become Muslim). 
It was strange because even though I had been researching Islam for a year or so I had never even considered taking my shahadah and 'officially' becoming Muslim. I was so scared. I recognized the enormity and seriousness of taking such a decision. I did not want to take my shahaadah if I wasn't certain that Islam was the truth or if I thought that I wasn't ready to change my life in such a way. I knew that if I became Muslim it would be for the rest of my life.
Therefore I spent that evening with all my books and leaflets sprawled out on my bed. I anxiously read through all of them looking for something that I disagreed with or felt I could not accept -I found nothing! I also prayed to God with the incomplete prayer that I knew at that time. 
By the end of what seemed like a very long evening I went to bed very anxious but hoping and praying that God would guide me. I was extremely comforted when I awoke the next morning. I had had a wonderful dream and in it I was opening the door to my Muslim friends and they were greeting me with such a broad smile as if to say "You are one of us now". So my mind was made up and I became a Muslim on 5th July 1993.
I married the man I met at university and we are now still happily married with children, by the grace of God. We are both totally committed to Islam and are working hard together to raise an Islamic family, God willing. I have never regretted my decision to become Muslim even through the most testing of times. My faith has just grown from strength to strength and every day I learn something new and understand my religion even more. 
My advice to all non-Muslims -do not judge Islam by looking at particular individuals or groups of Muslims but rather judge Islam by what is written in The Holy Qur'an and the numerous authentically recorded sayings of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). Only when you approach these sources with a clear and open mind can you see the truth and beauty which is Islam.
"Say: Lo! As for me, my Lord hath guided me unto a straight path, a right religion, the community of Abraham, the upright, who was no idolater." [The Holy Qur'an chapter 6 verse 162]

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This is the story of Sister Yasmin Umm Amani and she can be reached at ummamani@ntlworld.com





The Lost Cities of Genius

The Lost Cities of Genius

The following article excerpted from the work of Michael Hamilton Morgan, "Lost History- The Enduring Legacy of Muslim Scientists, Thinkers, and Artists"


Caliph (Leader) Abu Jafar Abdullah al-Mamun of the Abbasid House, born in the Muslim year  164 A.H., (A.D. 786) and dead 47 years later, was the leader of the Islamic empire streching from North Africa to Arabia and Persia, Afghanistan and North India. He lived in a city on the Tigris River which flows between the Euphrates and Mesopotamia. Under his leadership Baghdad became the center of learning for the entire world during what was called the Heart of the Arab Golden Age. Under his rulership, Christians and foreign translators rendered the Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Persian, and Hindu classics into Arabic. It is also where modern matthematics and many other sciences came to fruition including literature.  
BAGHDAD , A. D. 813-Under the stars of Baghdad, Caliph Abu Jafar Abdullah al-Mamun tosses and turns most of the night and then fitfully dreams in those last short moments before dawn. He dreams that a figure of light and gold, dressed in the tunic of Greece and smelling of olive oil, comes and stands before him.
'Who are you?' the frightened caliph ask. I am Aristotle, 'the spirit says.
'And why have you come to me?' Asks the caliph, his heart pounding to be in the presence of such a great thinker, some he has read of since childhood and been told about by the growing circle of his foreign advisers and viziers and wise men, men from Persia and Byzantium and Syria.
'I have come to answer your question,' says Aristotle. 
'And what is my question?' the caliph asks, knowing in his heart but wanting to hear the spirit say it.
'Your question is, What is better for the affairs of man and the affairs of society, reason or revelation? What is the righteous way, the best way between these two? 
And the caliph nods, knowing this is the question that has been troubling him for years, growing larger day by day until it seems to be the paramount question of human existence in this new world. 'And what is your answer to this riddle? Asks the caliph. 'Which is more righteous?' 
And Aristotle smiles and places his golden hand on the forearm of the caliph. 'My son, 'he says, 'they are not in opposition. But to find true revelation, man must first choose reason, because reason is the doorway to truth. In this way, God shows himself to man through ideas.'
And the caliph is both struck speechless and filled with euphoria to hear the wisdom and truth of this. This is what he has believed in his heart of hearts, but has been forced by those who are opposed to reason to consider their alternative view. 
'Are you certain?' the caliph asks. 'For there are many claiming to be holy and righteous who say true revelation comes not from the corrupted human mind but from the pure divine heart.' 
Aristotle smiles and shakes his head.
'Such men have always been with us,' the philosopher says. 'Be gentle with them, try to reassure them. Try to not have them fear their minds and ideas, which are sacred gifts of God and reflections of his divine mind. Turn all your resources to translating the great works of thought and knowledge into Arabic, whether they be written in Greek or Latin or Persian or Sanskrit or any other tongue. Knowledge has no borders, wisdom has no race or nationality. To block out ideas is to block out the kingdom of God.'
The caliph is nodding; he believes this to be true. And before he can say good-bye, Aristotle is disappearing into the glow of dawn, leaving behind nothing but the immediacy of the memory. 

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Michael Hamilton Morgan is author of The Twilight War, and co-author with undersea explorer Robert Ballard of Collision with History: The Search for Jon F. Kennedy's PT-109 and Graveyards of the Pacific. A former diplomat, he created and now heads New Foundations for Peace, which promotes cross-cultural understanding and leadership among youth. He has appeareed on ABC and CBS and as a Washington journalist has covered foreign policy issues. From 1990 to 200 he directed and advised the International Pegasus Prize for Literature.

How a 13th Century Islamic Poet Conquered America

How a 13th Century Islamic Poet Conquered America 
By: Ryan Croken


 The best-selling poet in America today could never have known that someday there would be such a thing as America. Born over eight centuries ago in what is now Afghanistan, Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, a Sufi mystic, has traversed some rather astonishing cultural and temporal boundaries to become one of the most improbable leaders in American letters. A study of Rumi's success, however, would not be complete without exploring the relationship between the poet and his most popular translator, Coleman Barks.
On the spiritual and textual plane in which Rumi and Barks encounter one another, we find not a clash, but a fusion of civilizations, out of which has emerged a 13th-century Sufi devotee who is devastatingly fluent in postmodern American English. As throngs of Americans now worship Rumi for the way he worshipped Allah-at a time in which "Allah" has become a scary word in the "Western world"-the political significance of Barks' accomplishment cannot be overstated. Barks, a white man from Tennessee, doesn't speak or read a lick of Persian, and this fact both complicates and facilitates his ability to make a historically accurate Rumi accessible to mainstream America. A poet himself, Barks "re-Englishes" existing translations, releasing, in his own words, "the fire and ecstasy of Rumi's ghazals" from the stale confines of their scholarly translations. But because Barks himself has become a palpable presence in these ghazals, some critics have lambasted him for the liberal manner in which he has popularized Rumi.
In the eyes of his detractors, Barks has taken offensive liberties with his quote-unquote translations, disrobing Rumi from some of his more doctrinal attire, and transforming him into such an abstract sprite that any Western reader can easily exploit his icon to sanctify whatever carnal impulse they happen to be experiencing at the moment. Barks opens the door, critics object, to a la la land of no-rules Islam, a playground of exotic wisdom that conflates Sufism with Buddhism, with Taoism, with organic broccoli, with LSD. In Rumi: Past and Present, East and West, Franklin D. Lewis writes that Barks tends to "present Rumi as a guru rather calmly dispensing words of wisdom, capable of resolving, panacea-like, all our ontological ailments." Other scholars note that ambiguous traces of sectarian intolerance and even misogyny can be unearthed by studying Rumi in a historical context, and, in their estimation, Barks glosses over historical context, preferring instead to engage Rumi in the less problematic realm of eternity.
This is, in my opinion, quite harsh treatment of Mr. Barks, who has made tremendous progress in highlighting the shared values of cultures that have forgotten their shared history and humanity. In his defense, Barks has amassed a dedicated following in the Middle East, and despite accusations of cultural insensitivity, he was awarded an honorary doctorate from the University of Tehran for his success in making Rumi a hit in places across the United States where many feared that Barack Obama might be a secret Arab-Muslim. What strikes me most about the criticisms against Barks is that they generally accuse him of giving Rumi too friendly of a face-making him too universal, too endearing, too accessible to Americans. It is here that my praise for Barks flows in exactly the opposite direction of the criticism he has attracted. Although Barks may have had to escort Rumi through Ellis Island to import him to the United States, he has shown that one can Americanize an "other" without bastardizing him. The task of a translator working across vast expanses of time and space is not easy, and what Barks has done is beautifully-indeed, wondrously-rendered Rumi into an English that pierces through the souls of millions of Westerners, yet still remains reverently (if only relatively) faithful to the original Persian.

Poetically, this is significant. But politically, it is momentous. Although something may have been lost in his "translations," something more priceless has been found: in this American Rumi we have acquired a dazzlingly cogent ambassador of a slandered religion, and a most unlikely cultural bridge that could not have come at a better time.
Step outside the library for a moment, and consider the circumstances on the ground. The United States is fighting a war in Afghanistan, the birthplace of Rumi. We're fighting a war, of sorts, in Iraq, the birthplace of Sufism. We have been for some time now teetering on the brink of disaster with Iran, formerly known as Persia, and amid all of this, who rises to become America's most beloved poet? Walt Whitman? Robert Frost? No, a Persian Sufi whirling dervish from Afghanistan who preached of unconditional compassion and sang of the glories of abandoning oneself entirely in the annihilating light of Allah. There is powerful communal capital packed inside this peculiar factoid that could reverberate well beyond the poetry of Rumi. We should not let the organic cultural matter responsible for this transcontinental connection go to waste.

Muslims are mistranslated everywhere
To further dramatize the political import of an accessible Rumi, I'd like to juxtapose Barks' vaguely positive misrepresentation alongside another Persian-to-English translation controversy. In 2005, President Ahmadinejad made the following remark: "بايد از صفحه روزگار محو شود" Whatever this truly "means" in English, the phrase was translated into "Israel must be wiped off the map," and the threat was swiftly relayed across frenzied media wires around the world. Because "wiped off the map" is tough-guy Hollywood slang without even a distant relative in Persian, other translators tried to intervene, offering up some variation of University of Michigan professor Juan Cole's interpretation, "The Imam said that this regime occupying Jerusalem must (vanish from) the page of time." This alternate version reveals that Ahmadinejad, who has no authority whatsoever over Iran's military forces, may not have been directly threatening the people of Israel, but alluding to a passive wish for the collapse of the Israeli government. This distinction is critical. "Wiped off the map," however, has a deliciously genocidal ring to it, and it was quickly seized upon by warmongers in order to bolster their case for dropping B61 nuclear bombs on Iran's nuclear facilities.

Islamophobia has now become a socially            acceptable subcategory of anti-Semitism.
This is what we're up against. This is the climate of propaganda and militarism to which responsible cultural and literary criticism must be sensitive. In light of the relentless media assault designed to utterly disfigure the image of Islam in the eyes of the entire Western world, Barks' ostensible efforts to put a brighter smile on Rumi's face is one transgression I can learn to live with. Scholars may bicker-syllable by syllable-over the precise ownership of Rumi's odes, but this battle is bigger than stanzas. Muslims are mistranslated everywhere, egregiously so-not just their poetry, but their faces, their character, their humanity. Before deconstructing Barks to bits, consider the political ramifications of the poetic license assumed in the "wiped off the map" scandal: an entire country was reduced to a second-class leader who was reduced to a caricature who became a manifest casus belli. This is the same process of mistranslating a Middle Eastern country, recall, that led us into Iraq, and this reductive demonology is both representative and routine.
Islamophobia has now become a socially acceptable subcategory of anti-Semitism. Fundamentalist and terrorist have become not fringe, but mainstream definitions of what "Muslim" "means" in a frightened Western consciousness. Every day in the "news," the 1.8 billion varieties of Islamic experience across the world are compressed into quick images of sinister creatures toting weapons, silhouetted by smoke and flame, ululating in alien tongues. Oh, Rumi, if you have indeed inspired an irrational love of Allah through the "translations" of Coleman Barks, is this not better than an irrational hatred of Islam inspired by the "translations" of a hallucinating media machine?

let's focus on joining Rumi in his realm of           peace and unity 
I do wonder what Rumi would say about all this fuss over what his words meant so many years after his death. Perhaps he would find it ironic, given that he was concerned almost exclusively with the ineffable. It's hard to say what Rumi would say, not only because he's dead, but also because Rumi lost himself in translation a long time ago as he tried and, by his own ecstatic admission, failed to find words to convey the depth of his passion for God. In that sense, even he is an inadequate translator of himself, so perhaps he might cut Coleman Barks some slack. It is, after all, finding union in the silence between words that matters most to the mystic poet, finding connection and completion beyond the divisions of symbols.
Rumi points us to this wordless world, where we stand, if only fleetingly, on common ground with one another, where we are not separate, and no word exists-in any language-to say that you are different from me. In 2009, in this new year, as America struggles to find its heart and once again extend it to others, as we tear ourselves apart with metal and language, let's focus on joining Rumi in his realm of peace and unity, and not worry so much over what letters ultimately lead us there.

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Ryan Croken is a freelance writer and editor based in Chicago. His work appears in the Philadelphia Inquirer, and on Truthout, Word Riot, and nthposition.


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