یہ تحریر اردو (Urdu) میں ØšÚŸÛŒ دستیاؚ ہے۔

His Divine Grace Qalandar Baba Auliya R.A.

Authoring Date : October 27, 1982

Language :English: English

Short URL: https://iseek.online/?p=5297

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Dedication – to that young generation
1 Foreword
2 Life Of Qalander Baba Auliya
3 Qalander
4 Qalanderi Order
5 Introduction
6 Birth Place
7 Education
8 Spiritual Training
9 Family
10 Livelihood
11 Induction
12 Spiritual Position
13 Mannerism
14 Childhood and youth
15 Precious Qualities
16 Greatness
17 His Children
18 Books Authored
19 Wonder-Workings
20 Pigeon resurrected
21 Deaf and dumb girl
22 Incessant raining
23 I lifted the basket
24 Amount of Alimony
25 Angels
26 Musk Odor
27 Love and sacrifice
28 Cholistan Jungle
29 Seeing God in everything around
30 Down on the ground
31 Jinns
32 Prediction
33 Trees also talk
34 Lal Shahbaz Qalander
35 Man at Service
36 Angels protect
37 Lottery Number
38 Looking after the family
39 Sapphire Ring
40 Prayer of a Qalander
41 وراثتِ علم لدنّی
42 Revealing the Future
43 25 Bodies of Auliya
44 Freud and Libido
45 جسم مثالی یا AURA
46 Saving from operation
47 Distant Treatment
48 Hundred thousand Rupees
49 Polio Cured
50 Cap disappears, Jinns appear
51 The Scar
52 Rain-water turning into pearls
53 Degree of Japan
54 After eighteen years
55 Mouthful of Blood
56 Khwaja Ghareeb Nawaz & Bu Ali Shah Qalander
57 Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
58 Water turned bitter
59 Spiritual treatment of tumor
60 Metaphysical or Paranormal
61 An article
62 Man’s Conscious Experience
63 Time is the Past
64 Past and Future
65 What the senses are?
66 Self Realization
67 Knower of the Mysteries of Nature
68 Attendance in Court of Muhammad PBUH
67 Be! And it was
68 A Letter
69 Thousands year before
70 The sun is center, not the Earth
71 Freud’s Theory
72 Parapsychology
73 Parapsychology & psychology
74 Publications
75 Rubaiyat (Couplets)
limitations don’t allow me to say and share
Just a word that became a story
No idea as to where from I come
In dust is buried the man of dust
Abandoned the flowing springs of wine,
Every breath is a sip of wine for me
When the body would be without life
Hostile world, just a moment
World is an artwork of magic
What’s the outcome of a sip?
Church, temple or the mosques
Arch of light upon the forehead
No one knows of their heads and crowns
Life went by on earth in gloom,
Every particle follows a typical growing
Adam is confined in lines
Scarcity of wine in the wine-shop
All will contemplate one day
Wine cup knows not
Time favors you or not, bewail not
ساقی ! ترا مخمور ٟ؊ے گا سوؚار
کل روز ازل یہی تڟی میری تقدیر
ساقی ترے قدموں میں گزرنی ہے عمر
75.24 آدم کا کو؊ی نق؎ نہیں ہے ØšÛ’ کار
حق یہ ہے کہ ؚیخودی خودی سے ؚہتر
جؚتک کہ ہے چاندنی میں Ù¹ÚŸÙ†ÚˆÚ© کی لکیر
ٟتڟر کا زمانہ ØšÚŸÛŒ ہے ٟتڟر میں اسیر
مٹی سے نکلتے ہیں ٟرندے اڑ کر
معلوم ہے تجڟ کو زند گانی کا راز ؟
مٹی کی لکیریں ہیں جو لیتی ہیں سانس
ہر چیز خیالات کی ہے ٟیما؊؎
ساقی کا کرم ہے میں کہاں کام؊ے نو؎
76 Demise
77 خانقاہ ع؞یمیہ
78 Death Anniversary (Urs)
79 Introduction of Silsila Azeemia & Rules & Regulations
80 The color of Azeemi Spiritual Order
81 سنگ ؚنیاد
82 Khanwada-e-Salasil
83 Tone
84 Aims and Objectives
85 قواعد و ضواؚط

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