To the moderator. Pls put attention on Sindh, Pakistan

February 4, 2004

Jai Shri Mataji

This is an article from the group sindhyana

This is a group of Sindhis across the world hailing from pakistan. This group comprises of intellectuals, writers, believers in sufis and spiritualism and mostly from pakistan.

I became member of this sindhi group so that I could introduce Sahaj to Sindhis from Pakistan. Though Sindhis, they are muslims and not hindus. But they speak, read and write sindhis. they are sindhi Muslims.

whenever I post the message of Sahaja yoga or Shri Mataji, the moderator blocks the message and does not allows the message to the members.

I feel you could somehow send the message of Sahaj to the group somehow. I dont know how it could be worked out. the membership is enormous and very active.

This is the article that came on their message list. After reading this article, we feel that they badly need sahaj.

Jai Shri Mataji

The article makes me sad, emotional and angry. I could feel the sentiments of Saaen G M Syed Sahib. ! Jeay Sindh. Lal GehiUmar a tuhinjhe qaid a main je aaoon muyasgor a muhinjhi soomara, kaju panwaaran a pasmuyaee jiyass, je wanje, mirah maleer a dey. ( Shah Sahib, sur Maruee ) Dargah Shareef <dargahshareef wrote:Bhaoo bhainar,I am sharing these reflections of Capt Ahmed Makhdoom, who had sent it to me recently. Believe me – there is a lot of meaning in whatever he has written. Every Sindhi should read it carefully! I know Captain since early eighties when he used to work in Maritime Academy, Malacca, Malaysia. He has had a tremendous influence on my husband and

children,Having injected Sindhi values in them. Long Live Sindh! Dr Sushila Mirchandani, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia “My Life’s Philosophy and Struggle, Birth of Sindhudesh” “God, the Creator gives Life, I do not need that Life!Faith, the Lamp, gives Light, I do not want that Light!Only that Faith and Way of Life is neededWhich annihilates tyranny;My Life’s philosophy and struggle,Birth of Sindhudesh!” Reflections of Dr. Ahmed H. Makhdoom on 100th Birthday celebrations of Saaeen G.M. Syed The uncompromising and courageous words above were spoken by Saaeen G. M. Syed in a speech that he gave to a delegation of students, which visited him at Sann, his hometown, to greet and congratulate him on one of his birthdays almost forty years ago. Immediately after that he was labelled as a traitor and put under house arrest. For 31 years, since

then, he was detained and jailed, tortured and tormented. On Saturday, 17th of January, 2004, hundreds of Sindhis, young and old, men and women, boys and girls and even sweet, chubby little children turned up at the “Sindhi Centre” in the Kenton area of London, United Kingdom, to celebrate the 100th Birth Anniversary of that Lion of Sindh. This day marked a milestone in the history of that wonderful land, that great nation, that glorious civilisation, Sindh. This was a day, in the bright history of Sindh, when a simple mother gave birth to an ordinary child, who was destined to climb the extraordinary heights of greatness and become the leader extraordinaire of a great nation and who could have become a statesman par excellence if he would have lived long enough to see his dream realised - the dream and aspirations of witnessing and leading his mother Sindh, out of the

shackles of slavery and proclaimed as a young, sovereign, independent nation. However, history has its own ways. History cannot afford to lose touch with time. It does not wait or pause. It moves on, it marches on. It is up to the next generations of patriots, leaders of distinction and the worthy children of great nations to continue the march and to keep the dream alive. The nation of Sindh and its glorious history too had moved on, since the death of its most favourite, famous, venerable and adorable son, Saaeen G. M. Syed, in 1995. Syed, Sanna jo Saaeen, is dead, long live Sindh. Syed, Sindh jo Saaeen, is no more with us, his legacy lives on. Perhaps, the most cherished, embellished and treasured legacy of his, that he has left behind, is a new Sindh, a civilised Sindh, a free Sindh, a united Sindh and an emancipated, inspired, educated, and a cultured Sindhi.

This legacy was alive and well on that auspicious day in Kenton, London. It was a bright and memorable day full of mirth and gaiety that offered Sindhis a chance to search their soul and decide, once and for all, what actually do they want – a life of ignominy and injustice, slavery and servitude, dictatorship and double-standards, poverty and pain, deprivation and despair, insults and inferiority complex, poverty and haplessness, and destitution and despondency under the hegemony of the ruling imperialists, colonialists, and dictators or they want to live in peace and prosperity, faith and freedom, health and happiness, devotion and democracy - a life of honour and dignity. Several speakers extolled the virtues of that great leader and his life and times, eulogised his slogan “Jiay Sindh.” They reminisced and reminded with passion and gusto the expectant and eager Sindhis

present, Syed’s dream of a Sindhdes. That dream is still alive. The noble and worthy Sindhis, everywhere, has assured and ensured that, the dream must be kept alive at any cost. The singers, amateur and celebrated ones, sang the songs of Saaeen Bhitai, Saaeen Sachal, Saaeen Ayaz, that brought tears to our eyes and comfort to our hearts. The vocalists, with their beautiful renderings accompanied by highly inspired musicians on gharro, tablo and harmonium absolutely charmed and mesmerised the young and old present. Yes, we sang, we cried, we laughed and we danced. It was a personal honour for me to have been invited by the World Sindhi Congress (WSC), the organisers of the event, to present a paper on Saaeen G.M. Syed, as well as, to be the Chief Guest for the occasion. It was a moving, inspiring and humbling experience of my life, which I shall never forget. I wanted to narrate

so many stories, anecdotes and my encounters and meetings with that great man, during my younger days as a student and a pilgrim on the path of self-sacrifice for the glory of Sindh, my motherland, my fatherland. The music and songs were so enchanting and exciting, that they vibrated the strings of the violin of my heart and kept me completely awed, enthralled and enthused. Completely captivated and engrossed in the harmonious world of ecstasy, I did forget to tell the stories. Sindh today is weak, tired, wounded, sick and in agony. Sindh is waiting for someone to put balm on her wounds, heal her wounds, mitigate her sufferings, reduce her pain Yes, certainly, complete healing may take a very long time. Scars are too deep and some of these will, perhaps, remain forever. Sindh is an orphan today – many of her children left, albeit, reluctantly and with a heavy heart, never to go back there again because of

tyranny and terror unleashed by the criminals, predators and the pretenders. Sindh today needs her loved ones to go back to her bosom – from Hind and Sindh, from UK and USA, from Near, Far and Middle East, from everywhere across the globe. “If in the twilight of memory We should meet once more, We shall speak again together, And you shall sing to me a deeper song; And if our hands should Meet in another dream,We should build another tower in the sky.” ………….Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet) Sindh today is hungry and thirsty – no Sindhu, no Mehran, no water, parched land, desert and no food. She is enslaved, embroiled and embedded in the vicious cycle of poverty, malnutrition, illiteracy, social ills, disease, bitterness and haplessness. Sindh, today, does not have a leader of the calibre of Saaeen G.M. Syed

– no helmsman and the boat is adrift, no rudder and the ship is floundering. Sindh today, is Soul-less, no spiritual guidance from Avtaars and Prophets and the soul is tainting and rusting. There are no travellers on the mystical and Sufi path of self-realisation, sacrifice, and humility, the hallmarks of a Sindhi nation as shown, preached and professed by Saaeen Shah Bhitai, Saaeen Qalandar Shahbaz, Saaeen Oderolal, and Sachal Saaeen. There are no devotees today to visit their Dargahs for blessings, solace and comfort and the travellers are lost and left wandering. There is a pall of darkness enveloping Sindh – no Light from the Heaven, no Rope of the Merciful One to hold on to – the morals, values and characters of Sindhis are at an ebb. Sindhis are dead, long live Sindh. Sindh need an icon, a father figure, and one that moves and inspires and under whose shadow and

leadership Sindhis may assemble, congregate and march on towards that elusive goal of freedom. There is only one such leader – Saaeen G.M. Syed, the father of Sindhi nation. This brave freedom-fighter once said, “The Bengalis, Sindhis, Balochis and Pakhtoons, saw no alternative before them but to stir themselves into a posture of defiance. There was a rising un-rest among them, which could never be crushed. In the gathering storm East Bengal secured its freedom. The Balochis and Pakhtoons are in the midst of the fight. The Sindhs stand awakened and their movement for national freedom under the slogan of Sindhudesh has already commenced.” Syed Ghulam Murtaza Shah was an icon of Sindh, a legendary figure, a complete human being, the humanist and the last of a generation that shaped our history. He now sleeps in the eternal world where peace reigns. He sleeps because he thought the children of mother

Sindh are Awake. But, are we? Peace in Eternal World – but will his soul rest in Peace seeing his motherland truncated and traumatised? It is up to us to carry his vision and dream forward, to protect, save and free our motherland, our fatherland, Jeejal Sindhiri Saaeen G.M.Syed died at the age of 92 years on 25th April 1995. He died in detention, Martyr for his Jeejal Sindh. He died in chains so that Mother Sindh will never be in chains again. Story of this great Sindhi will be written by his sacred blood in the hearts, minds and souls of all Sindhis for generations to come. “If I die in earnest, longing for my motherland, Near loved ones, make my grave of native sand; Oh, please Sir, take my body home to fatherland, Purified with fragrant herbs of homeland; The dead goes to Malir, surely, to live again.” ………….Bhitai (translated by Ahmed

Makhdoom) Sadaaeen Gaddu. Dr Ahmed Makhdoom Former Lecturer Malaysia, Brunei, SingaporeEducationist, Research Scholar and Management Consultant

Regards,Mahesh Khatri

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