the successor of the revered Hazrat Imam Ghazali (RA) from Bagdhad.

**A Tribute to Heritage and Legacy**  

This photograph captures my maternal grand father, **Assanarupillai Peer Mohammad Ghazzali. He passed away in1959✅🌹Assanaru Pillai Peer Mohamad is a descendant of the revered Hazrat Imam Ghazali (RA) from Tus Persia( now Iran)🌹Imam Ghazali (1058–1111)  born in  Iran, he also  known for his profound influence on Islamic philosophy, theology, and spirituality, particularly during his time as head of the Nizamiyya University in Baghdad.     

             Along with his forefathers, he held the distinguished honor of serving the royal family of Travancore. Our ancestors, originally from Kottar in Kanyakumari district, settled near the Palayam Mosque in Trivandrum over 400 years ago. Members of our lineage once held prestigious military ranks in the Travancore kingdom, including the rare privilege to command chariots drawn by *twin horses*. Some even served as **Aides-de-Camp (ADC)** to His Highness Sree Moolam Thirunal Maharaja of Travancore.  

🔴 ** Story Behind This Photograph**  

This rare image, taken in **1955**, features my father, **A. Mohamad Khan** (then Station Superintendent of Southern Railway, Trivandrum Central), during the inauguration of the iconic **Taj Hotel at Palayam Junction**. He developed the photo himself using a **Japanese Yashica camera** with a **75mm f/5.6 zoom lens** and **CS201 flash**—a testament to his passion for photography.  

🛑Understanding Sufi Traditions:          

🛑 Murid vs. Hereditary Legacy 

                    What is a Murid?  

  A Murid (مُرِيد) is one who consciously chooses a Sufi spiritual guide (*sheikh*), embraces discipleship, and strives toward spiritual perfection. These seekers often come from diverse social backgrounds, dedicating themselves to rigorous spiritual practices and Sufi teachings.  

🛑Hereditary Sufi Lineage  

Those born into a Sufi saint’s family inherit centuries of spiritual wisdom and tradition. While they carry the legacy of their ancestors, spiritual fulfillment is not guaranteed by lineage alone. Like the *Murid*, they too must undertake personal spiritual discipline to attain enlightenment.  

🛑Key Differences

 - A Murid is forged by choice and devotion; hereditary lineage is a **birthright**.  

- Both require spiritual rigor, but a *Murid* receives **direct guidance** from a living master, while hereditary followers inherit a cultural and spiritual legacy🤾 In Islamic Sufism, both paths hold profound significance—one shaped by conscious pursuit, the other by ancestral grace. Yet, both demand unwavering dedication to the soul’s journey.

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1968ൽ മുഹമ്മദ് റഫി സാബ് ഈ പാട്ട് പാടുമ്പോൾ റെക്കോർഡ് ചെയ്തവരും, ഡയറക്ടറും, റഫിസാബും കൂടി നിന്നവരും കരയുകയായിരുന്നു. റഫി സാബ് തൻ്റെ മകളുടെ വിവാഹവും ഭർത്തൃവീട്ടിലേക്കുള്ള യാത്രയയപ്പും ഓർത്താണു കരഞ്ഞതു.When Mohammad Rafi Saab sang this song in 1968, the people who recorded it, the director and Rafizab were crying.  Rafi Saab cried remembering her daughter's marriage and farewell to her husband's house.22-2-2025

ബൈജിംഗിൽ നിന്നും ഷാങ്ഹായ് വരെ 1318കിലോമീറ്റർ നാല് മണിക്കൂർ 18മിനിറ്റു കൊണ്ടു 350 km/h സ്പീഡിൽ നിസ്സാര പണത്തിന് ഓടിയെത്തും. അതാണു ചൈന 

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Does everyone need a third leg as they get older?

 The other day, I had to go to the bank near the Government Secretariat. Around the Secretariat, there’s always some protest or violent sloganeering. Even though I’ve lived here my whole life, it doesn’t matter—now I can’t even drive my own car there safely. No place to park without worry.  

If I do park, someone might crash into it 🏃, or protesters might throw stones and smash it 🏃, or the police might damage it out of anger toward protesters 🏃. I’ve seen all this chaos up close. Instead, I took the bus from home. The electric bus took two hours to reach the Secretariat bus stop—right when protests usually start. A big crowd of journalists was already waiting. I got off at the bus stop near the statue of Diwan Thanjavur Madhava Rao 🧑🦯. That area is nicknamed "Statue" because of it.  In my youth, I spent evenings here with friends, sitting near the statue’s steps or the Secretariat’s compound walls ⛹️. We’d go to Indian Coffee House at Spencer Junction for mutton cutlets, masala dosa, and coffee before heading home 🧑🦼. But after actors like Mohanlal, Menaka Suresh, and Priyadarshan rose to fame, legal issues over rent led to the building being demolished 🧑 

The electric bus ride was smooth 🧜—no noise, no shaking passengers, just slow movement through the city 🧑🦼. It took two hours to reach the Statue. The bank was crowded 🧎. While waiting for my turn, someone approached me, laughing 🧑🦼. I looked up—it was Kuruvila Sir 🧑🦯. He used to be an Additional Secretary in the Law Department. Retired for 12 years, he lives near Palayam Bakery Junction. I’ve been to his house 🚶.  

His daughter lives in Ireland, and his son works in Delhi’s Intelligence Bureau 🚶. He asked me for homeopathic medicine details for his grandkids in Ireland, who often fall sick 🚶. We became good friends. As I finished at the bank, he rushed over to ask if homeopathy works for piles (hemorrhoids) 🏌️. I asked, *“For whom?”* 🚶.  

 He said it’s for his wife. I asked if there’s bleeding 🏌️. He confirmed, so I explained remedies and hurried to the bus stop ⛹️. I caught a bus to Kachottil, then waited for another. Exhausted and drenched in sweat ⛹️, I hate sweating—it forces me to shower with heated water to feel fresh 🧎. Home wasn’t far, but auto drivers here overcharge, so I waited for the bus ⛹️.Nearby, under a big tree, there were cement benches for waiting passengers ⛹️. A heavyset woman sold lottery tickets under a beach umbrella ⛹️. Shops nearby looked unclean 🧑🦯. Across the road were better shops, but I avoided them. A seat freed up, so I sat 🏃. The man next to me smiled like he knew me 🏃. I smiled back 🤾. He looked around 60 🚶—unkempt white stubble, wrinkled mundu, and a faded shirt. He kept scribbling in a notepad and using an old Nokia phone 🚶.  Curious, I stared. He noticed and grinned 🚶. He asked my job and name 🚶. I answered. I asked his age 🤸. He began: “I’m 70, sir 🚶. Worked loading goods for 38 years. Now, I can’t board buses without help—my legs ache and shake 🚶. I live near Chirayinkeezh Railway Station. My uncle was actor G.K. Pillai 🚶. My daughter’s husband drives for an Arab in Saudi 🚶. My younger son, 28, works as a driver in Qatar 🚶. They won’t let me work, but I still come here. When KSRTC buses arrive, I guide trucks to load goods. They pay me ₹50 per truck…”* 🏌️.  

 He stood, adjusting his mundu (cloth)  🏌️. That’s when I saw his metal walking stick behind him 🏌️ I picked it up, wondering if I’ll need one someday 🌹 Despite life’s struggles, I’ve endured. I handed it back, thinking of my son urging me to walk again after my stroke 🌹As my bus arrived, I left, reflecting on time’s passage 🔴 

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When two souls converse, let not their words stray to gossip of a third.

 Do you know what fate awaits those who abandon humility? Take a moment to reflect. 📿   Centuries ago, historians speak of "Ubar," an Arabian city lost to the sands of time. The Quran recounts how the towering city of "Iram," adorned with pillars, was swallowed by the earth. Ancient chroniclers, both before and after Christ, have echoed tales of this metropolis. America’s Challenger satellite first glimpsed its ruins buried beneath the desert—a city commissioned by Sa’d ibn ‘Aad, a legendary figure in Arabian lore, who dreamed of crafting an earthly paradise. Ubar, with its gardens, orchards, and temples, was his vision of heaven. 

               Traces of its roads, once linking Mesopotamia, Rome, Alexandria, and the Mediterranean, remain etched in the sands. Yet, its glory crumbled when the fragile limestone beneath it gave way, plunging the city into oblivion.  Science attributes Ubar’s fall to geology, but the Quran declares it divine retribution—a punishment for a people drowned in wine, arrogance, excess, and broken vows. Such tales of hubris and downfall echo across all faiths 🌍  Recent times bear witness to nature’s fury: tsunamis in Kerala, earthquakes in Japan, volcanic eruptions in Iceland, floods in Australia. Disasters strike without regard for language or prayer. Wealth offers no shield; a single wave could sweep away our pride. Let this be a reminder: **Live with grace.**  

Speak kindly. Guard your thoughts, words, and deeds from causing pain. Let compassion and humility guide your tongue. Keep every promise, no matter how small. Avoid whispering of others in their absence. Truth and divinity walk beside us always.  

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