WISDOM

in the morning, as the sun is overshadowed by the slight winter fog, I hear the beautiful hymns of Gurbani from the Gurudwara. Wrapped in a light grey shawl, I walk beyond the wheat fields, watching kabootar flying slightly sloppily with their wings spread wide. Someone at the edge of the fields, reciting Bulleh Shah’s poetry, catches my eye. It makes me feel how beautiful it is to be a wanderer, to journey through the soul of this land, sipping the chai of love—a gift from Akaal Purakh Himself to His people.

It makes me reflect again—why am I here on this morning of enlightenment? This moment has carried me to the zenith of love and spirituality. Now, I understand that all the poetry, all the qawwalis sung by the ustads, were not just wonderful lyrics or words penned by a fanatic dreamer. They were born from the lives of those who wandered in search of the reason for their existence, just as I do now.

I hope that, like the wanderers who came before me, and those who passed away carrying this enlightenment—from the Gurbani, the Quran, the qawwali, and the Guru Granth Sahib—they have surely attained the foremost seat in heaven.

"Oh Akaal Purakh! Oh Allah!"

Oh Bulleh Shah and all the Urdu poets!

"Guide me to find my way, guide me to attain Eternal wisdom—I walk the paths you once walked ,I tread the way where you earned wisdom. Let me walk in your light."