Mera Ali Hai
Servants of Zahra · 2023
Kul Ka Wali Hai Sab Ka Hai Mola Mushkil Kusha Ye Mera Ali Hai Aisa Kaheen Bhi Koi Nahi Hai Khalq Mein Jaisa Mera Ali Hai
He is the guardian of all, the Master of all, the Remover of hardships — this is my Ali. Nowhere in all of creation is there anyone like my Ali.
Baad E Qaza Jab Qabr Mein Meri Aaye Farishte Puchne Mujhse Kon Tumhara Mola Hai Bolo Kis Kay Ho Aashiq Kis Kay Ho Bande Kuch Na Farishte Bol Sake Jab Maine Pukara Mera Ali Hai
After death, when the angels descend into my grave to question me — "Who is your Master? Speak! Whose lover are you? Whose servant are you?" When the angels could say nothing more, I cried out: my Ali is my Master!
Dil Mein Agar Hai Bughz E Ali To Haj Ka Tere Kya Faaida Haaji Bas Qismat Kay Chakkar Hain Ye Tujhse Nahi Hai Kaabaa Raazi Tera Qibla Hai Ye Kaaba Kaabay Ka Qibla Mera Ali Hai
If your heart holds enmity toward Ali, O pilgrim, what benefit is your Hajj? This is merely the misfortune of your fate — the Kaaba itself is not pleased with you. The Kaaba is your qibla, yes — but the qibla of the Kaaba itself is my Ali.
Qura,an Qura,an Karne Walon Sunlo Tum Ye Baat Humari Nuqta E Baa Kay Bin Hai Adhuri Is Qura'an Ki Ayaten Saarii Nafrat Mein Tum Bhool Na Jana Baa Ka Nuqtaaa Mera Ali Hai
O you who proclaim the Quran, the Quran — listen well to what we say: Without the dot beneath the letter Baa, every verse of this Quran is incomplete. Do not forget in your hatred: the dot of Baa is my Ali.
Jung E Uhad Mein Ahmed Ko Jab Chor Kay Bhage Saare Sahaabi Sirf Ali Tha Jiski Khatir Khaaliq Ne Talwar Utaari Tanhaa Nabi Ko Har Dushman Se Jisne Bachaya Mera Ali Hai
In the Battle of Uhud, when all the companions fled and abandoned the Prophet Ahmad, It was for Ali alone that the Creator unsheathed the sword. The one who shielded the lonely Prophet from every enemy — that is my Ali.
Mola Ali Ko Mola Keh Kar Aashiq Saare Khush Hote The Sunkar Wo Elaan E Wilayat Kuch Logon Kay Chehre Utre Khum Ki Zameen Per Sab Kay Labon Per Tha Yehi Naraa Mera Ali Hai
Calling Mola Ali their Mola, all the lovers rejoiced with joy. But upon hearing that proclamation of wilayat, the faces of some fell dark with displeasure. Yet on the plains of Ghadir Khum, on every lip rang this one cry: my Ali is my Master!
Basta Hai Wo Zeeshan Kay Dil Mein Jaise Ho Koi Jaan Ki Tarhan Jab Bhi Sunao Lagta Hai Mujhko Zikr E Ali Quraan Ki Tarhan Dono Jahan Ko Rizq Ki Naymat Baantne Wala Mera Ali Hai
He dwells in Zeeshan's heart like the very soul within him. Whenever his remembrance is recited, it feels to me like the recitation of the Quran. The one who distributes the blessing of sustenance to both worlds — that is my Ali.