Thursday, 23 May 2013

21.OUR ANCESTORS CAME DOWN FROM HYDERABAD















My great grand father Mirza Imam Baig sahib was a Qazi in the Muslim environs in Ajanta. The Baigs are the descendants of the great Moghal emperors who ruled  India before the advent of the British Rulers.Mirza Imam Baig along with his six year old valiant son Mirza Khadir Baig, was one in scores who had migrated to Bijapur from Ajanta near Hyder Abad in the mid 18th century on and with regard to a request made by the the Tipu Administration of Mysore to populate Muslim scholars in the southern part of India specially to teach the neo-Muslims there, the Islam and the way of Islamic life, the Quraan, Sunnah and the Sheriah.


My granddad Mirza Khadir Baig was very devotedly a religious man,his entire life was regulated by fixed rules of good breeding. He was highly educated in Islamic theology and literature. My dad used to describe his personality in very high terms. He was tall and lean stalwartly fit and commanded respect in all manners. Apart from his government profession my granddad was an Aamil. Amaliyath was a discipline in Islamic system which, very few dared to practice. This practice was hazardous too as the Aamil could only get his task carried on with the help of the jinns, he could hold under his command by steady practice of this discipline. My grand dad helped all those who had sought his help to do away with their harsh conditions  such as long term sickness, mentally deranged conditions, and conditions of the borderline maniacs through this practice. This he would do free of charge. He was never money minded.


He never sought to practice this sanctified art for moneymaking anytime. To be an Aamil is not an easy job. It was unsafe and risky as the subjugated jinns would always be biding for a prospect to get away, freed  from the bonds of Aamil’s hand. In order to practice Amaliyath the Aamil had to be greatly learned, clean in his person, dress and abode of practice. My grand dad was unspeakably quiet most of the time he was at home learning and improving his art, my dad used to say. After his retirement he took to scholarly pursuit of Islam, a life of spiritual and moral significance. Like a hermit.


"Mil gayi rahath hamesha ke lie neendh aagayi
charahgir ruqsath hue beemar achha hogaya."

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