<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:40:16.167-08:00</updated><category term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><category term='General'/><category term='Kandhoori Festival'/><category term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Nagore Saint</title><subtitle type='html'>The Transcendental Celestial Light Of Nagore</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-149924857923059085</id><published>2009-06-21T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:01:53.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>How Shahul Hameed Destroyed The Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Sj4sg1kfDZI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OEAmB2M54Q/s1600-h/3205228789_71a6e61d67_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762350010273170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Sj4sg1kfDZI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OEAmB2M54Q/s200/3205228789_71a6e61d67_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The next instance, the boy saw a green horse descending from the sky. He ascended the horse back which was followed by 1000 angels of Allah swt. Bebi Fatimah saw them heading towards the abodes of the bandits who were occupying part of the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the boy Shahul Hameed entered the abode together with the 1000 angels, there were noise and clamour coming from the part of the village where the bandits took rest. The next moment, the notorious clans ran screaming aimlessly out of the village as though a great calamity had befallen them. They were frightened by Shahul Hameed and his soldiers. The entire village was awaken by this noise and commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One neighbour of Bebi Fatimah shouted ' Hey people, the bandits were frightened and running away from our village!. The prediction of Hazereth Hazzan Khudoos has come into being! Allah swt has saved us!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the noise dissipated, Bebi Fatimah heard the boy's voice again in the midst of the night. She saw him and wanted to embrace him but he vanished with a chuckle. The boy said to her mother ' mother I have chased away the bandits just for you and be patient for I will be born as your beloved child into this world in a few days'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-149924857923059085?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/149924857923059085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/149924857923059085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-shahul-hameed-destroyed-bandit.html' title='How Shahul Hameed Destroyed The Bandit'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Sj4sg1kfDZI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OEAmB2M54Q/s72-c/3205228789_71a6e61d67_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-4736409027836260961</id><published>2009-02-16T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:00:18.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Unborn Child Comforted Syeeda Fatimah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazereth Hassan Khoodus RA reached his house in the still of the night. His beloved pregnant wife Syeeda Fatimah was also awake waiting for the return of her husband. She asked "Have you resolved the problem and what have you decided to do?" Hazereth Hassan RA replied " Only God can open a door for this problem. We decided to wait till dawn". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazereth Hassan RA was fast asleep. But his wife who was beside him was not overwhelmed by it. She was also worried about the issue at hand and her heart was with the remembrance of God's name. Her heart wanted a solution. As she was closing her eyes falling into sleep she was awaken by a loud noise of shutting windows at her bedroom . She got up and tried to close the windows. The sky was pitch dark and there were strong winds with drizzle of rain. In that instance, she heard someone calling " mother! mother! mother!". She quickly shut the windows and went to bed. But the calling did not stop. "mother! mother! mother..do not worry for I am with you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syeeda Fatimah felt as though the child in her womb was talking to her. When she turned around she saw a small boy standing at the balcony smiling at her and she did not know what to do. The small boy spoke " Oh mother I am the unborn child in your womb. I understood your heart filled with the worry about the notorious people's demand. Do not worry mother for I am here to crush all bad intentions and I will chase them away"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-4736409027836260961?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/4736409027836260961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/4736409027836260961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2009/02/unborn-child-comforted-syeeda-fatimah.html' title='Unborn Child Comforted Syeeda Fatimah'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-2551187952990970378</id><published>2008-11-02T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:14:37.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Worry Overpowered The People Of Manickapoor</title><content type='html'>The people of Manikapoor were worried. It was in the wee hours of the night. The people were overtaken by worry rather than a good night sleep. They were wide awake gathering outside the common area. It was because of the demand of the notorious robbers. They want money and belongings of the people by morning. Otherwise, the people of Manickappor should give them their women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disunited Hindus and Muslims were united with this common problem. While they were gathered they heard a voice of the soldier of Islam. ‘If they want our wealth and money we can give them but if they want our women then we will fight..dear brothers take rest and we will meet in the morning’ said Hassan Hazereth Khoodus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-2551187952990970378?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2551187952990970378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2551187952990970378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/11/worry.html' title='Worry Overpowered The People Of Manickapoor'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-5612069630007296679</id><published>2008-05-20T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:55:00.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;azereth Hassan Khoodus approached her wife with kindness and soon realised that there is some spiritual aura in her flawless face. As he probed into her eyes, he heard someone said to him the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘O father! Be patient. I am your spiritual son who is now in the womb. Soon to come out to this world and will be able to unite the mankind unto one with the will of Allah swt’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing these words, Hazereth Khoodus realised the message and kissed her wife’s forehead with utmost care and said ‘Glory Be to Allah swt’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-5612069630007296679?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5612069630007296679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5612069630007296679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-five.html' title='Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Five'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-6637659323148119837</id><published>2008-05-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:52:59.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Dream Of Bebe Fatimah -Part Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;llah is the light of the heavens and the earth; a likeness of His light is as a niche in which is a lamp, the lamp is in a glass, (and) the glass is as it were a brightly shining star, lit from a blessed olive-tree, neither eastern nor western, the oil whereof almost gives light though fire touch it not-- light upon light-- Allah guides to His light whom He pleases, and Allah sets forth parables for men, and Allah is Cognizant of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In houses which Allah has permitted to be exalted and that His name may be remembered in them; there glorify Him therein in the mornings and the evenings…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Hazereth Hassan Khoodus entered his house the above verses of the Al Quran was being recited by his wife Bebe Fatimah. As she realised that her husband return she ended her recitation and kissed the Book of Allah swt and want to attend to his need. [Part 5]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-6637659323148119837?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6637659323148119837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6637659323148119837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-four.html' title='Dream Of Bebe Fatimah -Part Four'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-689133378709121253</id><published>2008-05-01T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:40:04.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he dream of Bebe Fatimah put Hazereth Hassan Khoodus in a deep thought. As the dawn was nearing he proceeded to the Sultan Firoz Shah mosque to pray the morning prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazereth Hassan Khoodus is a direct descendant from the progeny of Prophet Muhammand pbuh. Their parents came to Manicappur during the reign of Sultan Shah Feroz Shah. Hazereth Hassan Khoodus was a respectable person among the people like his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was returning from the mosque he saw a large crowd rioting nearby. It is the usual scene here. Hazereth Hassan Khoodus was devoted to his religion Islam and he believed that a true muslim will not in any way force his ideology upon others. A true muslim whose predominant effort shall be to get close to his Creator and lead people by example, and not by enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘To you be your way and to be mine’ verse 6 of Chapter 109 of the Al Quran crosses the mind of the noble Hassan Khoodus (RA) as he was entering his home…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-689133378709121253?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/689133378709121253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/689133378709121253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-three.html' title='Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Three'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-8593511230251289302</id><published>2008-04-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:00:24.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s the dove continues to talk, Bebe Fatimah came to her senses. How could a dove talks ? ‘Am I dreaming?’- she uttered in her heart. In that instant she felt a strange fear of the entire event. Just as she feared the dove also vanished from the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared before Bebe Fatimah and spoke ‘ Do not fear Bebe Fatimah’ The voice of the angel was so soothing that Bebe Fatimah fear faded. ‘O Bebe Fatimah Allah swt is going to bestow on you a new baby boy’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The utterance of the angel made her ineffably happy and in that moment she opened her eyes. It was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe Fatimah could not believe that she had been dreaming. She wished it was real. She hastily woke her husband up to tell about the dream. ... &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-three.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Part 3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-8593511230251289302?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8593511230251289302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8593511230251289302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-two.html' title='Dream Of Bebe Fatimah - Part Two'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-143862720988607662</id><published>2008-04-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:59:42.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Holy Story Of Shahul Hameed'/><title type='text'>Dream Of Bebe Fatimah -Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t was the year 1489. A cool breeze was blowing softly against the elevated palace of Beebe Fatimah. The palace was half shadowed by the darkness of the night and the other portion was well lid by the light of the new moon. It was a symbolic scene of a new period in the life of Beebe Fatimah who had been drowned in the grief of her baby son who has passed of a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down on the supple cheek of Beebe Fatimah calling the soul of her departed baby in her heart–‘Where have you gone my son?’ Her heart was welled with deep grief-an uncontrollable sadness engulfed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was in that state of despair leaning against the bamboo thatched partition of her balcony, which was overlooking the sea shore, a small white dot was seen floating at the horizon. Within minutes the dot became more visible in the still of the night....    &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Part 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beebe Fatimah soon realised that the dot was actually a dove approaching her balcony grounds. It landed on her balcony. Beebe Fatimah was a little puzzled and fearful of that scene as this lonely dove was supposed to rest at that wee hour like all the other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fear was fuelled further when the dove began to talk to Beebe Fatimah. ‘O light from the generation of The Holy Prophet Muhammad may Allah gives thee peace. Thy grieved heart will be expanded with peace. Thy departed baby is now a fruit in the heaven. In his place, Allah has blessed thee a new wise child’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dove continues, ‘Thy child will be like the Holy Prophet in character and he will be like Prophet Isa in compassion’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He will be the Quthoob of this time and he will be named by Allah as Shahul Hameed. He will install Islam in Hindustan’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He will separate truth from falsehood. He will spread the word of Islam in the four corners of the world. Finally, he will rest in peace in south of India. And his resting place shall be the door to the Wisdom of Truth until end of time’... &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-two.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Part 2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-143862720988607662?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/143862720988607662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/143862720988607662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-of-bebe-fatimah-part-one.html' title='Dream Of Bebe Fatimah -Part One'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-3760883424385645606</id><published>2008-04-18T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:58:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Festival For The Great Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/SAioIfWUsCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7vfN0Gex00/s1600-h/451th+Kanduri+Invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190583434352046114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/SAioIfWUsCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7vfN0Gex00/s200/451th+Kanduri+Invitation.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/SAeB__WUsBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8bwtqbrnCjM/s1600-h/Scan10012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promised Kader Wali Shahul Hameed that i will write at least 300 pages in this site. But circumstances left 'my pen to rest'. It is not my doing but it is only with the will of Allah swt through the holy saint i will be able to complete this noble task. May Allah grant me the knowledge,the writing skills, the correct words to describe the events of his history,the energy, the ample resources, the leisure time, the desire, the benefits of expanding this website to everyone which includes my family, friends, relatives, my future generations and to all Muslims all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahul Hameed Kader Wali's story is a never ending one. I am very grateful to Allah swt to have chosen me to narrate the story of the Great Wali Allah. It was during the last Khandhoori that i have started this website. Time flees like a twinkling of an eye. The invitation for this Khandhoori is a direct invitation of Shahul Hameed Kader Wali to me to continue with my sacred journey with Kader Wali....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-3760883424385645606?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/3760883424385645606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/3760883424385645606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternal-festival-for-great-saint.html' title='The Eternal Festival For The Great Saint'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/SAioIfWUsCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u7vfN0Gex00/s72-c/451th+Kanduri+Invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-2226627589495644413</id><published>2007-08-18T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:15:01.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poem 5</title><content type='html'>To the Impoverished lad&lt;br /&gt;Thou yield gems with glad&lt;br /&gt;To the poor pernicious sinner&lt;br /&gt;Thou comfort him to be a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou cured thy father’s affliction&lt;br /&gt;During pre life in Allah’s contemplation&lt;br /&gt;Will thou not turn thy eyes to me - pleased?&lt;br /&gt;And cure me as I am diseased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh good Lion King!&lt;br /&gt;Saints searching thee in multitude twinkling&lt;br /&gt;The learned praised Prince!&lt;br /&gt;Altering the poor face wince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-2226627589495644413?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2226627589495644413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2226627589495644413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/08/poem-5.html' title='Poem 5'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-5813870861988389752</id><published>2007-07-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:15:17.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poem 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;iving in Nagore&lt;br /&gt;Oh King&lt;br /&gt;Beliving in thee&lt;br /&gt;That you may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad Tidings&lt;br /&gt;For the grieving&lt;br /&gt;Shahul Hameed&lt;br /&gt;A Soother for the Believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manica kappoor is thy place of birth&lt;br /&gt;Thor art diamonds’ worth&lt;br /&gt;When the prince brought his gift&lt;br /&gt;By the sea thy lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloves brought from faraway&lt;br /&gt;And the crowds blown away&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sage thou art the Ocean of Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;To the good and the Needy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-5813870861988389752?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5813870861988389752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5813870861988389752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/07/poem-4.html' title='Poem 4'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-8418467651493732072</id><published>2007-07-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:15:37.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poem 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;To thy father who was ill&lt;br /&gt;While living in thy mother’s womb in still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;And made a pan afloat&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed in the river moat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;And guarded the assets of the people&lt;br /&gt;From the looters in surrounding ripples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;And removed scarcity&lt;br /&gt;And fed the people with food plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;To a woman who called upon thee during her labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And made it painless by your magical favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Who gave relief&lt;br /&gt;Prepared rice as food&lt;br /&gt;Without any firewood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Oh Chief&lt;br /&gt;Syedu Abdul Kadir!&lt;br /&gt;True Faith spindrift&lt;br /&gt;Oh Guardian of Nagore Shariff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-8418467651493732072?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8418467651493732072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8418467651493732072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/07/poem-3.html' title='Poem 3'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-8779336054978788233</id><published>2007-06-30T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:16:04.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poem No 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thou art the ambit of Reason&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ganja Savai Kadir Meera!&lt;br /&gt;Blessing like falling leaves in changing season&lt;br /&gt;Our chief Kadir Meera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Pure Light of Nagore!&lt;br /&gt;Shining on its Fame Scroll&lt;br /&gt;From Prince Hassan Khuddus of Mahnik Kappore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Lighthouse from Nagore Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whosoever believe in thee&lt;br /&gt;Blessed will be&lt;br /&gt;Running to thy doorway standing still&lt;br /&gt;Hidden burden to thee I spill&lt;br /&gt;True believers blessed and free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope to receive, I retreat&lt;br /&gt;A solace for my teething grief&lt;br /&gt;Whosoever believe in thee&lt;br /&gt;Blessed will be&lt;br /&gt;True believers blessed and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are barren&lt;br /&gt;Only tears from heart saddened&lt;br /&gt;Calling upon thee with earnest and honesty&lt;br /&gt;That thou may arrive with certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not thy offspring?&lt;br /&gt;Have thy not heard my prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Art thou not my King?&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Rasul Oh Mayor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not thou raise thy spiritual Hands&lt;br /&gt;And appeal to Allah for my sake&lt;br /&gt;If not for thee no light of strand&lt;br /&gt;Divert a river to the empty lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy child Dada Usuf Wali&lt;br /&gt;Sultan Bebi Amma the holy&lt;br /&gt;A boat twin oar&lt;br /&gt;Oh King Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;Make our vows speedily soar&lt;br /&gt;And make it complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-8779336054978788233?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8779336054978788233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8779336054978788233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem-no-2.html' title='Poem No 2.'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-877220648010395886</id><published>2007-06-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:16:41.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poem No 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eternal Rahman’s Luminous break&lt;br /&gt;Oh King , Shahul Hameed !&lt;br /&gt;Progeny of the Prophet Oh Grand Shaik&lt;br /&gt;Oh King Shahul Hameed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of The Great Wali Mohaiyadeen’s breed&lt;br /&gt;Oh King Shahul Hameed !&lt;br /&gt;Extinguisher of Illness in parading steeds&lt;br /&gt;Oh pure generous Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cured Thanjai King on death bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh King, Leader Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;The lustre and Pillar of Tauhid&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sultan Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pure Brilliance of Hassan’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Within thee Oh Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;Mother Fatimah’s stare of sparkling bright&lt;br /&gt;Thou art O King , Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giver of bounties for those in need&lt;br /&gt;Bathusha Fakir Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;14 Orders Wise Head&lt;br /&gt;Oh King Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindus Christians praises prepaid&lt;br /&gt;Oh Beloved Teacher Haja Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;Why then thou have not heard my hopeful needs?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revived the long unknown deceased&lt;br /&gt;Oh beloved Shahul Hammed!&lt;br /&gt;Thou art The King of Walis&lt;br /&gt;Oh Prince Shahul Hameed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jinn clans shivering fear&lt;br /&gt;Whilst devotees utter thy name in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;Together the shaitan sprint and sway!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Arif Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Mohamad Ghous Kualiyar gift&lt;br /&gt;Oh King, Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;Muttakin praises thee in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mursheed, Shahul Hameed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say " Oh Shahul Hameed!"&lt;br /&gt;For painless death&lt;br /&gt;Say " Oh Shahul Hameed!"&lt;br /&gt;To make all trouble last breath&lt;br /&gt;It will dispel all black spell&lt;br /&gt;For I vision the Jinn, Shaitan trembling bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Celestial Light of Allah&lt;br /&gt;The brilliance ray of Rasoolullah&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Shahul Hameed&lt;br /&gt;In Hazarath Ali and Ghousul Ahklam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I see thee vividly Oh Shahul Hameed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-877220648010395886?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/877220648010395886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/877220648010395886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem-no-1.html' title='Poem No 1'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-5231852710889640538</id><published>2007-06-23T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:17:05.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEM'/><title type='text'>Poems For My Great Grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;In this section i just want to translate some of the poems already written for the Great Wali of Nagore. The two benefits of poem writing are that they can capture the history in rhymes and easy to grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble poems for the Beloved of Allah swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-5231852710889640538?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5231852710889640538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5231852710889640538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/poems-for-my-great-grandfather.html' title='Poems For My Great Grandfather'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-3273851065511201725</id><published>2007-06-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:38:20.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>End Of The Khandoori Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSqx4qMW1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lmF343JbZDc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076870453953059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSqx4qMW1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lmF343JbZDc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;14 th Jamaidhul Akhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; is with the Will of Allah swt through my Great Grandfather Shahul Hameed Kadir Oli RA that i came to this far to have written the story of the Great Khandoori Festival in Nagore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout the 14 days the message of the Al Quran will be recited and its blessings were rendered to the Great Soul who had already won the closeness of the Creator Allah swt. My Great Grandfather had sacrificed the happiness of this life for the sake of Allah alone. My faith shies away whenever i see a stronger muslim that is my Great Grandfather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars in the darkest night our faiths differ with luster. One star may never be seen by the naked eye than the other one which can brightly shines through. This is how Allah swt sees us. If our faith is stronger and robust Allah swt admire and adore us and give us the best station in spirituality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the Kandoori Festival, though the flags will be dismounted and the lights removed the spiritual light of Nagore Dargah will be treasured and cherised by Allah swt forever. With the Will of Allah I will explore his history soon. May Allah swt bless all muslims for their attempt to get close to Him, Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-3273851065511201725?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/3273851065511201725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/3273851065511201725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-khandoori-festival.html' title='End Of The Khandoori Festival'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSqx4qMW1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lmF343JbZDc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-7867152183043302309</id><published>2007-06-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:38:04.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Breaking of the Holy Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSfuYqMWyI/AAAAAAAAADE/D7O2xDVJvV4/s1600-h/2235589989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076858299195611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSfuYqMWyI/AAAAAAAAADE/D7O2xDVJvV4/s400/2235589989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;11th Jamaidhul Akhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every year on this day , the devotees arrive at Nagore start the ritual fast initiated by the &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/launching-of-peer.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hazarath Mohsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of the students of the Great Saint Shahul Hameed RA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue of this fasting will be carried out at the "Peer Mandapam" . The fasting begins from 9th Jamaidhul Akhir and ends on 11th Jamaidhul Akhir. Before they approach the sea front ,to break the fast, next to a shrine known as Chilladi Dargah the devotees visit the tomb of the Great Saint. At the seafront in the evening they break the holy fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five minarets in Nagore resembles the five pillars of Islam. Through the grace of my Great Grandfather fasting is also finely tuned in the celebration of the Great Khandoori Festival. All praise to Allah the Most Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-7867152183043302309?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/7867152183043302309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/7867152183043302309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/breaking-of-holy-fast.html' title='Breaking of the Holy Fast'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSfuYqMWyI/AAAAAAAAADE/D7O2xDVJvV4/s72-c/2235589989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-614002168603676087</id><published>2007-06-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:37:46.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Anointment of Sandalwood Paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RvmOAY9siOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWBhMowZsv4/s1600-h/DARGHA%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114274989208275170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RvmOAY9siOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWBhMowZsv4/s200/DARGHA%5B1%5D.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;10 th Jamaidhul Ahkir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the Name of Allah Most Gracious Most Merciful. The 10th day of Jamaidhul Akhir falls on the 25th June 2007. There are many holy days in the Islamic Calendar and the 10 th day of Jamaidhul Akhir is one such significant day in Islamic history. On this day, my Great Grandfather Hazarath Kuthubul, Farthul Ahbabi, Syed Shathath, Syedina Shahul Hameed Ganzasavai Badhusha Kadri (RA) an incomparable saint had departed from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Nagore, it had been a usual practice to launch the Great Khandoori Festival for 14 days starting from 1st to 14th of Jamidhul Akhir. The 10th day is the most important day. On this day people from many states in India and many devotees from Singapore, Malaysia, Sri Lanka and other parts of the world visit Nagore by tens of thousands in order that their vows are fulfilled by this Great Saint. For many of them it is a pilgrimage to pay respect and give gratitude for their fulfilled vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day when all the visitors who came here with sadness in their hearts retreat with solace and comfort. That will be the day when &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rm6ysoqMWtI/AAAAAAAAACc/eG7Afh9nTF0/s1600-h/ursh1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075190309991504594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rm6ysoqMWtI/AAAAAAAAACc/eG7Afh9nTF0/s400/ursh1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the devotees’ hearts will be enlightened symbolised by the glaring physical elaborate lights of Nagore premises. This is the day when people from many religions and race come together as one people with a common objective of fulfilling their vows. The city of Nagore will be flooded with one people one thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00pm a carriage will proceed from Nagapattanam to Nagore like parade. A symbolic "Koodu" is installed on it. It is made of decorated giant drum-like struture piled up. The bigger drum will be at the botton and smallest will reach the top. The erection of this symbolic structure is similar to the pyramids in egyptian civilisation where departed souls of kings are laid to rest within the pyramid premises where the souls could ascend to the sky by this ancient skycrappers. The hindu temples we see today could have originated from the Ancient Egygptians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076849026361219842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RnSXSoqMWwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sZiljSeK9Vw/s400/TNJ1406PG09PH1_1_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Devotees by the thousands will gather in Nagapattanam for the inauguration of the procession. Jasmine flowers will be gently thrown like raindrops on the carriage containing the "Koodu" by the devotees as a requisition to the Great Saint to fulfil their hidden vows. This carriage will take the routes of importance. The parading carriage will be watched by thousands of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The carriage will reach Nagore at about 1:00am. In Nagore the carriage will go on a procession to some important towns. At some point of this tour, the holy pot containing the sandal paste will be placed on this carriage. My family will get a chance once in every 3 years to keep this holy pot and i am thankful to God for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At about 3:30 am the carriage carrying the sandwood paste will rest at the foot entrance doorsteps of Nagore Dargah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auspicious paste will then be brought in to the premises and anointed on the Rawla Shariff or the tomb of the Great Saint. That will be my best day of the year. It is because I will be one of the many fortunate persons inside our Great Grandfather’s Rawla Shariff. I have not missed this felicitous occasion of visiting my Great Grandfather’s Rawla Shariff for the past ten years. But now I will sadly miss this golden chamber of paradise as I am about 3,500 kilometers away from India. I am now in Singapore. The pursuit of small material gain in Singapore had made me miss this rare chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rm6yBYqMWsI/AAAAAAAAACU/7vH-xfD4LiE/s1600-h/bava%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075189566962162370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="281" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rm6yBYqMWsI/AAAAAAAAACU/7vH-xfD4LiE/s400/bava%5B1%5D.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though I am away from Nagore, my thoughts of the 10th day of the Kandhoori Festival will always reside in my heart. I can smell the fragrance of the Rawla Shariff. I feel like I am missing the greatest happiness of my life which is to be present within the residence of the Rawla Shariff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my non presence there, my soul still remembers how the purest day of 10th Jamaidhul Akhir will be remembered and celebrated in Nagore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-614002168603676087?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/614002168603676087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/614002168603676087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/anointment-of-sandalwood-paste.html' title='Anointment of Sandalwood Paste'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RvmOAY9siOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SWBhMowZsv4/s72-c/DARGHA%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-8579789709895013529</id><published>2007-06-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:37:29.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Launching of Peer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmwAe4qMWrI/AAAAAAAAACM/R5--wjHcSks/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074431410745137842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmwAe4qMWrI/AAAAAAAAACM/R5--wjHcSks/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9 the Jamaidul Akhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halarath&lt;/span&gt; Kuthbul Aktab Farthul Ahbab Syedus Sathath Syedina Syed abdul Kadir Shahul Hameed Kadir Oli Ganjabuksh Bathusha Sahib Andavar Avargal had 404 followers. Two of the followers were not present with the Great Qutub when he faded from this physical world. Upon enquiry that the Great Soul was put to rest a follower by the name of Hazarath Mohsin with tearful eyes revealed his love that he greatly missed The Great Master to The Master's son Hazarath Yuousif Sahib (RA) hoping a miracle could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;In one incident Our Great Master visited Tenkasi and found that the people were stricken with famine and hunger. His followers slaughtered a bull to feed the poor people of Tengkasi. This has ourtraged the hindu people thereat as the bull is one of the diety of Hinduisim. As the saint was so close to Allah swt and with the permission of Allah swt he told his followers to pile up the bones of the cow. The Master then gave the heap of bones a gentle tap by his walking stick. The bull came to life and stood alive infront of the astonished spectators. Many dropped at the feet of the Great Saint and converted to Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Knowing full well the miracles of Hazarath Shahul Hameed, Hazarath Mohsin knew that somehow he could still contact His Master. The compassionate Hazarath Yousif RA comforted the distressed Hazarath Mohsin and informed him that he could still meet The Master if he could sit in deep meditation for 3 days at a particular place. Hazarath Mohsin carried out the meditation with great piety and affection for the Holy Master by fasting for 3 days at a chosen spot. By the Grace of Allah swt his desire was fullfilled. Hazarath Mohsin met his Spiritual Master and he was blessed by the Great Saint.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on the 9th of Jamaidul Akhir, the Fakirs came to the above mentioned spot where Hazarath Mohsin performed the meditation. This location is now known as 'Peer Mandapam'.There they fast and meditate for 3 days. On 11th Jamaidul Akhir, they break the fast at the &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/breaking-of-holy-fast.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seafront.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-8579789709895013529?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8579789709895013529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8579789709895013529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/launching-of-peer.html' title='Launching of Peer'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmwAe4qMWrI/AAAAAAAAACM/R5--wjHcSks/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-5212768157492508474</id><published>2007-06-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:37:12.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Display Of Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmVsxIqMWoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/StGuL5ZIBTE/s1600-h/I3CA65AYWGCAC2K8QHCAKJGXD3CAI66AVJCAW0OPR0CAZ1TR2HCASC8MQSCAWL19TTCAQ8EVW1CACWSCP7CAF5X5VXCADQ3OILCAZZDHG4CA2D72WPCATYF5UZCAMY0GWICAKM7IELCAF5KLM9CASSGDAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072580146696575618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmVsxIqMWoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/StGuL5ZIBTE/s400/I3CA65AYWGCAC2K8QHCAKJGXD3CAI66AVJCAW0OPR0CAZ1TR2HCASC8MQSCAWL19TTCAQ8EVW1CACWSCP7CAF5X5VXCADQ3OILCAZZDHG4CA2D72WPCATYF5UZCAMY0GWICAKM7IELCAF5KLM9CASSGDAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8 Jamaidhul Akhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The display of fireworks is part of the chain of the Khandoori Festival. This will happen on the 8th Jamaidhul Akhir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, Jesus, the son of Mary, said: "O Children of Israel! I am the messenger of Allah (sent) to you, confirming the Law (which came) before me, and giving Glad Tidings of a Messenger to come after me, whose name shall be Ahmad." But when he came to them with Clear Signs, they said, "this is evident sorcery!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who doth greater wrong than one who invents falsehood against Allah, even as he is being invited to Islam? And Allah guides not those who do wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Their intention is to extinguish Allah's Light (by blowing) with their mouths: But Allah will complete (the revelation of) His Light, even though the Unbelievers may detest (it).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmVp_YqMWlI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmSljj5Kp2w/s1600-h/232132904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072577092974828114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmVp_YqMWlI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmSljj5Kp2w/s400/232132904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Readers are advised to read the above verses 61:6 to 61:8 of the holy Quran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here Allah swt says that He is Light and He will complete His Light. These verses brings me back display of fireworks in Nagore. Tens of thousands of devotees from many parts of the world will gather to witness this momentous celebration. Moreover, the building of Nagore is also decorated with lights. At night the profile of the premises is outstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The fireworks has dual purpose. One to uplift the mood of celebration. The other is to symbolise that truth dissipates falsehood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-5212768157492508474?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5212768157492508474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5212768157492508474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/display-of-fireworks.html' title='Display Of Fireworks'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RmVsxIqMWoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/StGuL5ZIBTE/s72-c/I3CA65AYWGCAC2K8QHCAKJGXD3CAI66AVJCAW0OPR0CAZ1TR2HCASC8MQSCAWL19TTCAQ8EVW1CACWSCP7CAF5X5VXCADQ3OILCAZZDHG4CA2D72WPCATYF5UZCAMY0GWICAKM7IELCAF5KLM9CASSGDAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-6177066535152850587</id><published>2007-05-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:36:54.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Raising of Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlmMhEYDu0I/AAAAAAAAABU/9P2NrAJNrPw/s1600-h/viewphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069237355320425282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlmMhEYDu0I/AAAAAAAAABU/9P2NrAJNrPw/s320/viewphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;1st Jamaidul Akhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his is an auspicious and most celebrated day in Nagore. Many people of all faiths congregate along the streets of Nagore to have a glimpse of the flags in procession in adorned chariots carrying to Nagore Dargah. This is the first day of the Kandoori celebration in Nagore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Flag is a sign of identity. It is the symbol of presence. It is signage of existence. In a war a flag is raised as a sign of victory. Similarly, the raising of flags in the five minarets of Nagore Dargah may be cited to the spiritual victory to the Kingdom of Islam through the holy Hazarath Kuthub ul Akthab Syedina Shahul Hameed (RA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;This year the raising of flags to the minarets will take place on the 16 June 2007. You can witness workers taking this job both as a holy privelge and income daringly hoisting the flag using a large pole. The pole is placed perpendicular to the minaret supported by a net like rope as depicted in the picture. Once the pole is set, the workers with the holy name in their hearts climb up using the net rope as pathway towards the pinnacle of the pole. There they raise the flag. If they had a vow they will say Ya Kadir Muradhu Hasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-6177066535152850587?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6177066535152850587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6177066535152850587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/raising-of-flags.html' title='Raising of Flags'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlmMhEYDu0I/AAAAAAAAABU/9P2NrAJNrPw/s72-c/viewphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-7463890754317388523</id><published>2007-05-26T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:59:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Concious of The Glorious Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fear Allah In Every Step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In the history of man, there are countless souls which had attained the pleasure of Allah (swt) because they feared Allah (swt) in every step they took in their lives. One such great soul who lived in a place near the small town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://go.hrw.com/atlas/norm_htm/iran.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;of noble descent. He was Hazrat Abu Saleh Jangi-dost, a direct descendant Hazrat Iman Hassan. He feared Allah (swt) and a pious man who spent his days in contemplation of Allah(swt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he ate an apple out of hunger which had floated down the stream. Immediately, his conscience pricked him. He doubted whether the apple was lawful for him. He got up and walked up the river along the bank. After a few days' journey without any food, he saw an apple tree laden with apples on the bank of the river amongst a large garden and a spacious building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069067029802367794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rljxm0YDuzI/AAAAAAAAABM/eR2PvezVvpw/s320/gauspak.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw some apples fall into the river. Hence he had no doubt that the apple he had eaten had fallen from the tree. He also learnt that Hazrat Abdullah Sawmai was the owner of the garden on inquiry. He approached him and begged his pardon for eating the apple. The Hazrat instanlty perceived that the visitor was a prous man and replied, " I shall pardon you if you would consent to live with me for twelve years." Hazrat Abu Saleh readily accepted the condition and when he repeated his request after the twelve years, Hazrat Abdullah Sawmai said," I shall pardon you if you agree to marry my daughter, who is blind and deaf and whose hands are paralytic and legs are lame and also to live with me for another two years, so that I may have the pleasure of seeing a grandson." As Hazrat Abu Saleh agreed to the proposal, the marriage ceremony was performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when Hazrat Abu Saleh entered the chamber of the bride, he saw a beautiful and healthy lady. He turned his eyes from her thinking that he had entered a wrong chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning Hazrat Abdullah understood by Kashf(clairvoyance) what had taken place. Addressing his son-in-law, he said, " I had stated that my daughter was blind because her eyes never fell upon any 'ghair mahrem' -that is , any man whom she could lawfully marry; she was deaf because she never heard untruthful statements; her hands were paralytic because she never touched any 'ghair mahrem' - that is, any man whom she could lawfully marry; she was lame because she never stepped towards unjust acts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this the mind of Hazrat Abu Saleh was enlightened with a new light. He began to live happily with his wife. Her name was Ummul-Khair Faitma. She was a pious lady who walked far in the path of Sufism. They were the parents of the ever great friend of Allah (swt) who was a great preacher, a great educationist, a great doctor of law, a great moralist and a great philanthropist. He was &lt;a href="http://www.al-baz.com/shaikhabdalqadir/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Muhammad Mohiyuddin Abdul Qadir Jelani Ghaus ul Azam Radiallahu Anhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-7463890754317388523?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/7463890754317388523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/7463890754317388523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-concious-of-glorious-allah.html' title='Be Concious of The Glorious Allah'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rljxm0YDuzI/AAAAAAAAABM/eR2PvezVvpw/s72-c/gauspak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-6328172728600851522</id><published>2007-05-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:39:59.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Remember Allah The Most High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlhABUYDuxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VRk7hasRyoA/s1600-h/medina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068871771999157010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlhABUYDuxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VRk7hasRyoA/s320/medina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;IN THE PATH OF ALLAH SWT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; the article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-are-awliyas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who Are The Awliyas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we found a system on how to get closer to Allah (swt). All we have to do is to FEAR ALLAH. Maryam (May The Blessing of Allah Be Upon Her) the mother of Isa alaihis salam feared Allah (swt) and Allah (swt) chosen her as the woman of all nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That was the story Allah(swt) told to our leader of Islam Prophet Muhammad( May Allah Peace and Blessing Be Upon him). We called our selves as muslims merely reading the verses of the Al Quran and forgetting about the message totally. The reason is that it is difficult to follow the way laid by Allah (swt). Who are we to deny Allah(swt) message by telling that such way is difficult to follow? Our Muhammad rasullallah followed that path one hundred percent and he passed the test with full marks. Allah (swt) says in Chapt 31 verse 21 thus : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Verily in the messenger of Allah ye have a good example for him who looketh unto Allah and the Last Day, and remembereth Allah much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Read Capt 47 verse 16 of the Al Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And among them are men who listen to thee, but in the end, when they go out from thee, they say to those who have received Knowledge, "What is it he said just then?" Such are men whose hearts Allah has sealed, and who follow their own lusts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlhAZkYDuyI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZEL1Gmusa8Y/s1600-h/medina8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068872188610984738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlhAZkYDuyI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZEL1Gmusa8Y/s320/medina8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May Allah (swt) protect us from this line of thinking. And May Allah (swt) make our hearts be filled with the FEAR OF ALLAH much. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They ask thee concerning the New Moons. Say: They are but signs to mark fixed periods of time in (the affairs of) men, and for Pilgrimage. It is no virtue if ye enter your houses from the back: It is virtue if ye fear Allah. Enter houses through the proper doors: And fear Allah: That ye may prosper&lt;/span&gt;- Chap 21 verse 89 of the Holy Quran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-6328172728600851522?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6328172728600851522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6328172728600851522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/remember-allah-most-high.html' title='Remember Allah The Most High'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlhABUYDuxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VRk7hasRyoA/s72-c/medina2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-8487323958280280221</id><published>2007-05-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:39:42.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>The Holy Prophet Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sacred Sayings of the Beloved of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whoever loveth to meet God, God loveth to meet him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saith, "I fulfil the faith of whoso putteth his faith in Me; and I am with him, and near him, when remembereth Me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saith, "Whoso doth one good act, for him are ten rewards; and I also give more to whomever I will; and whoso doth an ill, its punishment is equal to it, or I forgive him; and whoso seeketh to approach Me one span, I seek to approach one cubit; and whoso seeketh to approach Me one cubit, I seek to approach him two fathoms; and whoso walketh towards Me, I run towards him; and whoso cometh before Me with the earth full of sins, and believeth solely in Me, him I come before with a front of forgiveness as big as the earth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saith, "The person I hold as a beloved, I am his hearing by which he heareth, and I am his sight by which he seeth, and I am his hands by which he holdeth, and I am his feet by which he walketh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saith, "O Man! Only follow thou My laws, and thou shall become like unto Me, and then say, 'Be' and behold, It is." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is One, and liketh unity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were with Muhammad on a journey, and some men stood up repeating aloud, "God is most great," and the Rasul said, "O men! Be easy on yourselves, and do not distress yourselves by raising your voices, verily you do not call to one deaf or absent, but verily to one who heareth and seeth; and He is with you; and He to whom you pray is nearer to you than the neck of your camel." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sait, "I was a hidden treasure. I would fain be known. So I created Man." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your creator? Love your fellow-beings first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-8487323958280280221?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8487323958280280221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/8487323958280280221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-prophet-sayings.html' title='The Holy Prophet Sayings'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-5312626743842593778</id><published>2007-05-22T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:39:23.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Who are the Awliyas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlOAg0YDuwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/di4KQtuJrTk/s1600-h/shrine_herat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067535307025660674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlOAg0YDuwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/di4KQtuJrTk/s320/shrine_herat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends of Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you ask me, the answer is in the Holy Quran itself. In chapter 10 verses 62 - 64 Allah swt says this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;" No doubt! Verily, the Awliya' of Allah, no fear shall come upon them nor shall they grieve. Those who believed, and used to fear Allah much (by abstaining from evil deeds and sins and by doing righteous deeds). For them are glad tidings, in the life of the present world, and in the Hereafter. No change can there be in the Words of Allah. This is indeed the supreme success." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is saying that the Awliya of Allah does not have to fear or grieve. The second part of the verse is actually the pathway to reach the station of Awliyas. The gateway to Awliya of Allah is the supreme success according to Allah swt. The only thing we have to do is to FEAR ALLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to do realise that Allah swt is Ever Watchful. He did not create us for fun and play. He created us for a purpose. Every moment in our lives we have to be conciously be aware of Allah swt Presence. Hidden does not means absence. Only the things you cannot see have power behind them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, a bacteria or virus. A thing that cannot be seen from the naked eye causes great trouble to humans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the condition of becoming Awliya Allah may seem simple but it is a concious effort of our hearts to get connected with Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryam (May Peace of Allah Be Upo Her) was the mother of Isa Alaihis salam. She was a very pious woman and always connected with Allah swt. Whenever Zackariya Alaihis salam entered her chamber it was filled with sustenance. Read this verse in the Holy Quran:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every time Zakariyya entered Al-Mihrab (a place to pray) to (visit) her, he found her supplied with sustenance. He said: '0 Maryam! From where have you gotten this?' She said, "This is from Allah."(3:37) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she was carrying baby Isa in her womb it could have been a minute or so she had de focused Allah which can be attributed to the pain of child bearing or she might have focused her time about the baby she was carrying. Allah says this in the Holy Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then cried unto her from below her, saying: 'Grieve not: your Lord has provided a water stream under you. And shake the trunk of date palm towards you, it will let fall fresh ripe dates upon you. So eat and drink and be glad."(19:24-26) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she had to shake the trunk of date palm for food. If Maryam (May Peace and Blessing of Allah Be Upon Her) the mother of Isa Alaihis salam being the woman of all nation had to make effort to find food due to her thoughts of Allah swt dropped from one hundred percent to may be fifty percent, we naturally fail everytime in Allah's swt test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of man pumps about 38 million times in a year. How much of it is used to remember Allah The Most High. If you fear Allah swt one hundred percent then you are one of the successful ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-5312626743842593778?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5312626743842593778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/5312626743842593778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-are-awliyas.html' title='Who are the Awliyas?'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlOAg0YDuwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/di4KQtuJrTk/s72-c/shrine_herat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-2798517337264718654</id><published>2007-05-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:39:03.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Sacred Light of Nagore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlLy1UYDuuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jq2YmEJs50M/s1600-h/BrightSunEarth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067379528561834722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlLy1UYDuuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jq2YmEJs50M/s320/BrightSunEarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Light of Nagore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today (20th May 2007)is my birthday. I am ineffably happy to come to this far in showing the world of my Great Grandfather's spiritual station. It was my wish a year ago when i requested this favour from the Holy Shahul Hameed in Nagore India. But it was a total shock to me that my ardent desire is unfolding right infront of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have at finally opened a page in the internet of the greatest awliya who ever walked in this earth 500 years ago and have fulfilled Allah's(swt) mission to pull as many progeny of Adam alaihis salam to the Straight Path drawn by our Almighty and the way of His beloved Prophet Muhammad (May Allah's Peace and Blessing be upon him).In this respect i am profoundly grateful to all those who have contributed to this internet world especially my sincere salutation to blogspot.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date many people all over the world from all walks of lives and coming from different faiths have found an attraction in Nagore. They have found a common platform in Nagore. Their vows and needs are somehow fullfilled after they have visited Nagore. Only those who have tasted the sweetness and closeness of Shahul Hameed Kadir Oli will know what i am talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extend my prayers with the altar of my Great Grand Father in mind to you all good health, success and prosperity to enable you and your family members to get a life full of happiness and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Light of Nagore dispel and chase away the darkness in your lives Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-2798517337264718654?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2798517337264718654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/2798517337264718654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/light-of-nagore.html' title='Sacred Light of Nagore'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/RlLy1UYDuuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jq2YmEJs50M/s72-c/BrightSunEarth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-4934377650376575237</id><published>2007-05-19T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:36:15.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>Kandoori Festival - Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rk79V0YDurI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hf8q0D6RRNU/s1600-h/000026%5B1%5D.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066265182117018290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rk79V0YDurI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hf8q0D6RRNU/s320/000026%5B1%5D.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;450th Kandoory Festival Invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My father, HAZIRATH SMB SUTHAN KABEER SAHIB sends out the 450th Kandoori Festival invitation to many within India and to the rest of the world. Being the 10th direct blood descendant of the ever great and holy Halarath Kuthbul Aktab Farthul Ahbab Syedus Sathath Syedina Syed abdul Kadir Shahul Hameed Kadir Oli Ganjabuksh Bathusha Sahib Andavar Avargal, my father is a meticulous person performing his duties deligently and with precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to be prudent in every step he takes standing as a pillar to the dargah's management and administration. Truly, he is the benign custodian of the dargah which has been bestowed by Allah (swt) and by the guiding principles of the Board of Nagore Dargah Hereditary Trustee. May Allah (swt) give him the choicest blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The important days of the Grand Kandoori Festival 2007 begins on the 16 June 2007 and ends in 29 June 2007. The mounting of flag, display of fire works, installation of peer, anointment of sandal wood(chandanam), peer proceeding to sea-shore and dsimounting of flag will take place throughout this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will explain briefly the above momentous works in later part of my diary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-4934377650376575237?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/4934377650376575237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/4934377650376575237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/kandhoori-festival-part-two.html' title='Kandoori Festival - Part Two'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zsz_5UhhR0/Rk79V0YDurI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hf8q0D6RRNU/s72-c/000026%5B1%5D.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470711091141431238.post-6500260081494914253</id><published>2007-05-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:35:54.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kandhoori Festival'/><title type='text'>The Kandhoori Festival - Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The Kandhoori Festival - Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hough i am on the other side of the globe, my heart still earnestly wish i was at Nagore together with my family to participate in the ever great Kandhoori Festival. It is actually an auspicious event to remember the passing of a great pure soul known by the name as Hazarath Kuthbul Aktab Farthul Ahbab Syedus Sathath Syedina Abdul Kadir Shahul Hameed Kadir Oli Ganjasavay Ganjabukah Bathusha Sahib (RA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My thoughts flashbacked last year this time. I was at Nagore, together with my family. At this time, the board of Trustees of Nagore Dargah will be preparing for this world reknown occasion. This periodic commemeration will start on the 10th of Jamaidul Akhir of every Islamic calender. This year this will happen (with the will of Allah swt) on 27 June 2007 in Nagore in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My name is Bava Bahrudeen , the 11th direct descendant of the Hazarath Syed Shahul Hameed Kadir Wali(RA). My father will be as busy as an ant joining the many people in the bandwagon of creating a holy festive ambience in and around the Dargah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is here but my soul is with my Great Grand Father's 450th Kandhoori Festival. This profound feelings towards this event has led to this writing. This diary is thus to quench that thirst of my non presence in Nagore Dargah Shareef this time of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I will tell you the details of the actual preparation in &lt;a href="http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007_05_19_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470711091141431238-6500260081494914253?l=nagoresaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6500260081494914253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470711091141431238/posts/default/6500260081494914253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nagoresaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/kandhoori-festival-part-one.html' title='The Kandhoori Festival - Part One'/><author><name>Bava Bahrudeen Sahib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186970333763785220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
