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Sachal Sarmast's Tomb - Khairpur, Sindh, PAKISTAN

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The Shrine of Sachal Sarmast in Daraza / Pakistan

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The Shrine of Sachal Sarmast in Daraza / Pakistan

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3 - The First Date

Part 4

Detective Stabler's Daughter

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Coming down the stairs carrying my light brown boots in my left hand and my other hand opens the door revealing my boyfriend of two years as of today. I was wearing a light red lace shirt, some blue jeans with my hair loose except for two strands tied back. "Hey Spencer, what do you think?"

"Hi Y/n, you look....beautiful." He hung his mouth open and was frozen in the doorway.

He was wearing a black jacket over one of his blue dress shirts paired with some dark brown pants and his sneakers. He also carried his sachale around like normal. "Come on in. Don't want you getting cold or someone snatching you off my doorstep." I moved out of the way and he stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself.

"You know you should make up a code for you and your friends if they don’t live in this building. That way there’s not someone who gets in that you don’t know." He suggested sitting his bag by the door.

Grabbing my keys from the kitchen island I raised a brow at him. "Is that really necessary? I mean it’s a college campus that has their own security officers that patrol around night and day.”

"Studies have shown repeatedly that it is." He said back.

I nodded. "Guess I should not argue with a genius with an eidetic memory. So am I picking where to eat tonight or you?"

"You pick. But I'm paying for dinner." He says picking up his bag again and heading towards the door. I shut the door behind me, locking it following behind his one stride to my two strides. We walked to the Arby's near my campus.

Sliding into one side of the booth Spencer slides in on the other side. We both had gotten roast beef sliders with cheese and I got some curly fries. . "So what are we going to do with our feelings here? I mean I were both are adults but this isn’t exactly a normal relationship.”

“You said that you are graduating this year and I’ll be ending my year of teaching at the same time.”

I smiled hopefully. “So we’ll be okay.”

"Yeah I just don't want to rush you into it. I told you before about the job that I have. The things that we see day in and day out. I just don't want to freak you out." He explained sitting his slider down on the napkin.

Shaking my head at him I smiled. "Spencer, calm down. You won't freak me out."

"You have an innocence in you that I don't want to see gone from you." Spencer replied.

Reaching for a fry I smiled tossing some fries at him. "Oh you mean like this."

"Y/n!" He chuckled, holding his hands up to not get a fry in the eyes.

I picked up some more fries and threw them where some actually ended up in his hair. "Don't pretend you don't like it. You freaking love Halloween. This is no different."

"If I do this right then it should land...right there." He bent his spoon back with a fry on it. He released it and I scrunched my nose when it hit me dead between the eyes.

Blinking my eyes I glared at him briefly before I giggled back at him. "See you like your inner child, same as me."

"Yeah we make a good team that way." He chuckled, staring down at his watch seeing it was almost ten now. "Oh we should probably go. I have a class at 9am tomorrow morning."

Putting my hand in his he led me up to the house and I got the door open again looking over my shoulder at him. "Hey I know you said it's late and you have to work early. So I was thinking you could come upstairs and rest for a minute if you wanted to, I mean."

"Uh I appreciate it. I don't want to break campus rules." Spencer shrugged his shoulders at me, he ran his fingers through his locks.

Throwing my hands up from my sides I tired once more. "I suppose you’re right."

"I appreciate the offer. I really do but I don't want us to move too fast." He avoided my gaze for a minute and I knew he was right.

Walking up to him I smiled, draping my arms over his shoulders. "Can I still call you if I'm bored later?"

"Yes." He smiled, putting one hand on my waist holding me close to him.

Parting my lips I paused seeing a cheeky smile across his face. "If I have nightmares can I call ya?"

"I should go. Uh - goodnight Y/n." Spencer smiled, clicking his tongue and I saw him get slightly embarrassed.

I waved bye to him finally going inside and shutting the door behind me. "Night Professor Reid." The wooden floor creaked underneath my boots and I paused when I noticed broken glass from the main entrance door.

The floor creaked in a different room making me whip my head around and I gasped stumbling backwards to see someone standing behind me in the entrance of our dorm building. "I was waiting for you to get home." He stood in front of me holding something behind his back.

"Do I know you?" I questioned him.

He responded back. "No. But I know your father. He told me I wasn’t allowed to date you before you graduated high school.”

"I’m sorry I think you have the wrong person. I think you should go considering this isn’t your dorm building. I’ll let you out." I attempted to walk away from him and grab my phone from my pocket but I heard a gun cock behind me.

He instructed me to aim the gun at me when I slowly turned around to face him again. "You come with me willingly or we have to do this the hard way."

"Like hell I will!" I ran forward and managed to tackle him to the floor. He dropped the gun but was stronger than me so he held me down with his body.

He snatched the gun that was by one of my feet, aiming it at me where I froze knowing he meant business now. Wrapping my hands around his wrist he only had the gun barely from pressing my chest. "You're done fighting now." He raised the gun and hit me over the head with it where I blacked out.

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Sachal Studios & Wynton Marsalis - Take Five

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Har Lehza Ba Shakal Aan Blink, And There He Was In A Different Form.,

POET JALALUDDIN RUMI

Hamne beparda tujhe maah-jabeen dekh liya

Ab na kar parda ke o parda-nasheen dekh liya

Hamne dekha tujhe aankhon ki siyaah putli mein

Saat pardon mein tujhe parda-nasheen dekh liya

Ham nazar-baazon se tu chhup na saka jaan-e-jahaan

Tu jahaan jaake chhupa hamne vahin dekh liya

Tere deedaar ki thi hamko tamanna, so tujhe

Log dekhenge vahaan, hamne yahin dekh liya

Har lehza ba shakal aan but-e-ayyaar baraamad

Dil burd-o-nihaan shud

Har dam ba libaas-e-deegar aan yaar baraamad

Gah peer-o-javaan shud

Khud kooza-o, khud koozaagar-o, khud gil-e-kooza

Khud rind-e-subu kash

Khud bar sar-e-aan kooza khareedaar baraamad

Bishkast-o ravaan shud

Nai nai ke hamin bood ke mi aamad-o mi raft

Har qarn ke deedum

Ta aaqbat aan shakl-e-arab vaar baraamad

Daara-e-jahaan shud

Rumi sukhane kufr na guftast na goyad

Munkir nashvedash

Kaafir buvad aan kas ke ba inkaar baraamad

Mardood-e-jahaan shud

Notes by scholar Homayra Ziad: 1. Sly beloved or ayyār: An ayyār is a “pious rogue” and Love often appears in this form in Persian Sufi poetry.

2. Many manifestations of Reality: This imagery evokes the infinite manifestations of the Divine Unity. A Qur’anic verse that is often cited by Sufis is: “And God’s in the East and the West. Wherever you turn, there is God’s Face.” (Sura 2:115) All distinctions vanish in the Face of God. This is the central idea evoked by Sachal Sarmast too in the next song. In a similar poem, Kabir says…  In an elephant you became an elephant An ant is just a little you! As an elephant driver you sit on top  the one saying “move along” is you only you! With thieves you become a thief You’re in with the scoundrels too! You’re the one who robs and runs! The cop who nabs you, is you only you! (A song from the oral traditions of Kabir in Malwa in central India, translation by Linda Hess) 3. The broken cup: The broken cup means that no category is absolute, and that divine manifestations are always in a state of flux. The only absolute is God’s essence. 4. “Until one day he emerged…”: A reference to the Prophet (the Perfect Human, insān-i kāmil). 5. Veiling the truth: According to the Persian scholar Mohammad Reza Shafi'i-Kadkani, the last two stanzas were originally: Rumi sokhan-e kofr nagoftast (nagofteh ast) o nagooyad Monker nashavidash Kafir bovad an kas keh be enkar daramad az doozakhian shod

Many thanks to Fereshteh Amanat-Kowssar at Yale University for pointing this out. I have translated the poem based on the original, which makes far more sense than the sung version. Kufr means hiding or covering up, and the word kāfir is used to describe one who “covers up” or denies the truth. Rumi’s words, though apparently blasphemous, are closer to the truth.

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Shayna Steele - Gold Dust - a jazz reading of Radiohead’s “Faust Arp” and turning Fleetwood Mac’s “Gold Dust Woman” into a straight-ahead rocker are just two highlights of this strong new album of four covers and six originals

I Believe to My Soul (Ray Charles) Goodbye (Steele/Cook/Marshall) Faust Arp feat. Philip Dizack (Radiohead) Behind Closed Doors feat. Sachal Vasandani (Steele/Cook) Gold Dust Woman (Stevie Nicks) The Bloodline (Steele/Cook/Marshall) You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To feat. Donny McCaslin (Cole Porter) January (Steele/Cook) The First Time I Saw You (Steele/Cook) A Perfect Frame (Steele/Cook) David Cook: piano, Hammond B3, Rhodes, Wurlitzer, Mellotron, Synthesizers Jeremy Most: guitar (1-4, 7, 9-10) Al Street: guitar (5-6, 8) Brian Cockerham: bass (1-6, 8-10) Matt Clohesy: bass (7) Ross Pederson: drums Donny McCaslin: tenor saxophone (7) Philip Dizack: trumpet (1, 3, 10) Daniel Sadownick: percussion (1-2, 5-6, 10) Rich Hinman: pedal steel (6) Ravi Best: trumpet (1, 10) John Ellis: tenor saxophone (1, 10) Ron Blake: baritone saxophone (1, 10)

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Piano, Co-producer – Romain Collin

Vocals, Co-producer – Sachal Vasandani

-Executive Producer – Dave Stapleton

-Sachal Vasandani, Romain Collin – Still Life

℗ 2022 Edition Records

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*Washing of the Water*

Songwriter – Peter Gabriel

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Jamal uddin Faqeer - Top 20 Best Sindhi Sufi Music

Jamal Uddin Faqeer most well-liked Sindhi Sufi Music Artist. Sindhi classical and folk music has a singular attraction that resonates with the soul. Amongst its maximum valuable artists is Jamal-uddin Faqeer, a reputation synonymous with the candy and soulful tunes of Sindh. His contribution to Sindhi music, particularly in Sufi and classical genres, has left an indelible mark on the cultural panorama.

Best Jamal-uddin Faqeer Sindhi Sufi Music Download

  Biography and Early Life  Jamal Uddin Faqeer was once born in the culturally wealthy province of Sindh, Pakistan. Rising surrounded by the normal melodies of his place of birth, he developed a deep love for the track. His inspiration came from the area’s Sufi traditions, which formed his journey as a singer. Journey into Sindhi Sufi Music Jamal Uddin Faqeer’s first steps into Sufi music had been deeply influenced by the lessons and poetry of Sindhi Sufi saints. Their messages of affection, peace, and devotion changed into the basis of his art, enabling him to hook up with audiences on a profound level. Contribution to Sindhi Classical Music Jamal Uddin Faqeer’s music blends classical techniques with Sufi parts, developing timeless masterpieces. His albums are full of melodies that seize the essence of Sindhi culture, making him a loved determine throughout generations. Traditional Sindhi Folks Music and Arfana Kalam Arfana Kalaam, a type of mystical poetry and music, holds a different position in Sindhi culture. Jamal Uddin’s remarkable skill in conveying those poetic verses to existence via his making a song has made him a legend within the style. Signature Style and Attire Jamal Uddin’s iconic crimson turban and conventional apparel signify his deep connection to Sindhi Sufi traditions. His look, similar to his Sindhi Sufi songs, exudes authenticity and devotion. Iconic Performances and World Achieve He has carried out on more than a few occasions throughout Sindh and Pakistan, charming audiences together with his soulful renditions. His track has additionally reached global listeners, showcasing Sindhi culture on an international platform. Topics of His Music His songs often discover subject matters of love, spirituality, and team spirit. Using weaving the lessons of Sufi poets into his music, he brings timeless knowledge to life. Singing the Kalam of Sufi Poets Jamal Uddin Faqeer has sung the works of legendary Sufi poets like Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai, Budhal Faqeer, and Sachal Sarmast. His interpretations in their Kalam (poetry) have kept their teachings alive. Impact on Sindhi Music and Culture His track has performed a vital position in reviving traditional Sindhi tunes, inspiring a brand new technology of artists to include their roots. Legacy of Jamal Uddin Faqeer Jamal Uddin Faqeer’s legacy lies in his determination to hold Sindhi music. His contributions ensure that long-term generations can experience the richness of Sindhi culture. Why His Music Resonates With People The emotional intensity and spiritual themes of his songs resonate with listeners, making his music timeless and universally interesting. Challenges and Triumphs Regardless of going through challenges to gain popularity, Jamal Uddin Faqeer emerged as a celebrated artist, a testament to his skill and perseverance. Modern Appreciation of Sindhi Sufi Music Today, online platforms allow his music to succeed in new audiences, making sure his art continues to encourage. Popular Super Hit Songs by Jamal Uddin Faqeer A few of his most well-liked songs come with renditions of Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai’s poetry and soulful folk music that celebrate Sindhi heritage. Conclusion Jamal Uddin Faqeer remains a pillar of Sindhi music, bridging the space between tradition and modernity. His work isn't just music however a cultural treasure that can encourage generations to return. For more music visit our website Media Music Mania. FAQs What makes Jamal Uddin Faqeer’s music unique? His music blends Sufi spirituality with classical and folk parts, creating a profound emotional enjoyment. Which Sufi poets influenced his work the most? Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai, Sachal Sarmast, and Budhal Faqeer were very much impressed by his music. How does his attire reflect Sindhi culture? His crimson turban and conventional Sufi dress signify his deep connection to Sindhi traditions. What are his most famous songs? His renditions of Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai’s poetry and Sindhi folk music are particularly in style. How can one listen to his music online? His music is to be had on more than a few online platforms, together with streaming services products and music archives. Read the full article

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Dhan Guru Nanak Lyrics

Singer:Diljit DosanjhAlbum:Veet Baljit Ho kirat karo te wand shako da laya hokaEh soch sachi kartaar di haiHai ik din paani dharti ne muk jaanaKyun Sai sachal pai maar di hai Eh sone range dharti utteSona hi ugna aeKadon kirat de suraj ne haayeDobeya dubna ae Ho koi siyasat wattan utteAkk ni la sakdiGuru nanak de kheta chonBarkat ni ja sakdi Baba majiyan charonda disda aePaani kheta nu launda…

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Sachal Sarmast (Main Tan Sawain Ho Sawai) Sangat Recording Samina Hasan Syed 49 Jail Road, c2010

by Samina Hasan Syed

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Sachal Sarmast Shrine in Daraza Sharif village, Pakistan

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Sachal Sarmast Shrine in Daraza Sharif village, Pakistan

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1 - An Unexpected Visitor

Part 2

My Genius Prince

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Walking through the store Islas of Walmart I was hanging out with one of my friends named Malia. We were hanging out at my apartment until we got bored so we decided to run around the store at midnight. “Let’s go raid the toy section.”

Malia and I headed over to the toy section. We found the aisle that had dress up clothes hanging on the walls on either side of us. “Oh hey, try on the blue one.”

“Got it. You need to try on the pink or yellow one.” I pointed at the set hanging behind her head until she turned around and took each one down. Picking out the yellow one to look like Belle.

I chuckled seeing her twirl around in the dress that was made for young girls or that was only worn on Halloween. “You look almost like Belle.” I didn’t care if we were adults in our late 20’s who still mess around as kids every once in a while.

“Oh it is a pleasure to meet you, Cinderella.” Malia teased me with a curtsey once I had slipped the light blue dress over my head and it fell down all the way to the tile floor.

She placed her hands in mine and we began spinning around in circles. Our laughter could be heard through the store but we couldn’t care. My hair that was in a braid was falling apart and in my face so when I tripped over my own feet I didn’t see I tripped myself. “Woah ah!” I was close to hitting the floor but I felt someone holding me up by my forearms.

“Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” I heard a guy’s voice respond in my ear and I felt some of his hair brushing against my cheek.

Glancing over my shoulder I was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and brown curly hair. “Oh uh I’m sorry mister. I didn’t mean to be so clumsy.” I apologized, getting to my feet as quickly as I could.

“It’s okay. Glad I was able to catch you. Uh, are you and your friends dressed up like princesses for a party or something?” The stranger tilted his head standing in front of me where I had to lock up at him since he was taller than me.

I lowered my gaze to the ground blushing at how childish this made us both look. “No. To be honest we were bored and decided to just come down random stuff around Walmart. Oh geez that makes me sound so childish.” Smacking a hand to my forehead I groaned.

“Sometimes we all have to embrace our childish behavior every now and then. It doesn’t make me think any less of either of you.” He responded by looking between me and my friend Malia.

Tilting my head to the side I became curious at his words, never seeing any guy embrace my child like wonder. “What’s your name, stranger?”

“Uh, it's Dr. Reid. Spencer Reid…you don’t have to call me Dr…it’s just Spencer.” He cleared his throat, clearly becoming nervous by my question like he was shy about talking to girls. “What’s your name?”

Extending my hand he eyed my hand before briefly shaking it and then we dropped our hands down at our sides. “Rosalind, Rosalind Maxon. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“Could I buy you two a coffee or something?” He asked shifting his attention to Malia briefly but he held his focus on me the longest now.

Malia looped her arm through mine after we had hung the dresses back up the way we found them. Squeezing her hand in mine I nodded towards the nervous doctor. “Sure. I think we’re down for that.”

“We sure are, Spencie.” I grinned up at him following him when we walked towards the Starbucks inside the grocery store.

2 years later

Coming down the stairs carrying my light brown boots in my left hand and my other hand opens the door revealing my boyfriend of two years as of today. I was wearing a light red lace shirt, some blue jeans with my hair loose except for two strands tied back. “Hey Spencer, what do you think?”

“Hi Rosalind, you look….beautiful.” He hung his mouth open and was frozen in the doorway.

He was wearing a black jacket over one of his blue dress shirts paired with some dark brown pants and his sneakers. He also carried his sachale around like normal. “Come on in. Don’t want you getting cold or someone snatching you off my doorstep.” I moved out of the way and he stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself.

“You know we should probably make a password or get you a security camera. That way you can see the people outside your house before you answer the door.” He suggested sitting his bag by the door.

Grabbing my keys from the kitchen island I raised a brow at him. “Is that really necessary?”

“Studies have shown repeatedly that it is.” He said back.

I nodded. “Guess I should not argue with a genius with an eidetic memory. So am I picking where to eat tonight or you?”

“You pick. But I’m paying for dinner.” He says picking up his bag again and heading towards the door. I shut the door behind me, locking it following behind his one stride to my two strides. We drove to the Arby’s near my house.

Sliding into one side of the booth Spencer slides in on the other side. We both had gotten roast beef sliders with cheese and I got some curly fries. Spencer and I have been together secretly for almost two years. “I know we haven’t had this conversation yet, but why aren’t we telling your team yet?”

“I just don’t want to rush you into it. I told you before about the job that I have. The things that we see day in and day out. I just don’t want to freak you out.” He explained sitting his slider down on the napkin.

Shaking my head at him I smiled. “Spencer, calm down. You won’t freak me out.”

“Yeah but when we met you and Malia were dancing around like princesses. You have an innocence in you that I don’t want to see gone from you.” Spencer replied.

Reaching for a fry I smiled tossing some fries at him. “Oh you mean like this.”

“Roz!” He chuckled, holding his hands up to not get a fry in the eyes.

I picked up some more fries and threw them where some actually ended up in his hair. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You freaking love Halloween. This is no different.”

“If I do this right then it should land…right there.” He bent his spoon back with a fry on it. He released it and I scrunched my nose when it hit me dead between the eyes.

Blinking my eyes I glared at him briefly before I giggled back at him. “See you like your inner child, same as me.”

“Yeah we make a good team that way.” He chuckled, staring down at his watch seeing it was almost ten now. “Oh we should probably go. I have to be at work early tomorrow morning.”

He laid down enough money and a tip then we drove on home. Unbuckling my seatbelt Spencer came around opening the car door for me. Putting my hand in his he led me up to the house and I got the door open again looking over my shoulder at him. “Hey I know you said it’s late and you have to work early. So I was thinking you could sleep here for the night if you wanted to, I mean.”

“Uh I appreciate it. I don’t want to intrude though. It’s your house.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders at me, he ran his fingers through his locks.

Throwing my hands up from my sides I tired once more. “Come on, Spencie. I don’t mind one bit. Otherwise I wouldn’t offer.”

“I appreciate the offer. I really do but I don’t want us to move too fast.” He avoided my gaze for a minute and I knew why. He wasn’t used to having a relationship. Even though it’s been two years we have only kissed a couple of times but we never slept the night at the other place.

Walking up to him I smiled, draping my arms over his shoulders, kissing him gently. “Can I still call you if I’m bored later?”

“Yes.” He smiled putting one hand on my waist holding me close to him, but he broke the kiss briefly.

Parting my lips I paused thinking about what I had told him a few months after we had been dating. “If I have nightmares again can I call ya?” Something that I didn’t like talking about after what happened to me. He never judged me over what happened.

“Definitely yes.” He nodded, kissing my forehead where we separated and I walked backwards into the doorway. He turned on his heels reaching into his pocket drawing a necklace from his pocket. “I almost forgot to give you this. I found it at the store one day.”

He dropped it into my hands and I grinned seeing it was a necklace with a tiny silver looking slipper attached to it. “Awe Spencer. It’s my own glass slipper.”

“Yeah I remembered Cinderella was your favorite.” Spencer smiled, clicking his tongue and I saw him get slightly embarrassed.

Clipping the jewelry around my neck I waved bye to him finally going inside and shutting the door behind me. “Night Reid.” Turning around on my feet I moved past the kitchen feeling the cold wind coming in but I knew I didn’t leave the windows open when we left. The wooden floor creaked underneath my boots and I paused when I noticed broken glass from the back door.

The floor creaked in a different room making me whip my head around and I gasped stumbling backwards to see my father Deacon. “Long time no see, Ella.” He stood in front of me holding something behind his back.

“How did you find me?” I questioned him.

He responded back. “It took time after your mother put me in jail. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m here now and that we can pick up where we left off.”

“I was six when she got you locked up. We can’t go back and change the past.” I attempted to walk away from him and grab my phone from my pocket but I heard a gun cock behind me.

He instructed me to aim the gun at me when I slowly turned around to face him again. “We’ll see about that, princess. You come with me willingly or we have to do this the hard way.”

“Like hell I will!” I ran forward and managed to tackle him to the floor. My father dropped the gun but was stronger than me so he held me down with his body.

He snatched the gun that was by one of my feet, aiming it at me where I froze knowing he meant business now. Wrapping my hands around his wrist he only had the gun barely from pressing my chest. “You’re done fighting now.” He raised the gun and hit me over the head with it where I blacked out.

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