Introduction

To start of with let me introduce myself as Tanveer Ali Shivji , the grand son of a very brillant man , Mr. Hasan Ali Shivji , A famous Shayer hailing from the city of nizams Hyderabad, very famous by his pen name, 'Fughan'. The whole Idea to start a the blog on his name is to introduce his kalam's nazm's to the rest of the world and , since i was born i was told by my dad the greatness of this man and the respect his name still gives us, one of the reason also to start of is to make sure the future generations of my family all carry his name with the same pride and obviously are connected to their roots through this atleast. I would be trying to create a wikipedia and other accounts where i can take his name and make sure his name is all ove the net.

Questions Like why did i start late, about writing about him ,the answere is simple it took a decent time for a boy to turn man , and man to realise how important his roots are tomorrow when i wouldn't exist i would want my family to carry the legacy forward and let their children know the greatness of the man who is their great great Grand father

This Blog is a tribute to my father Mr.Mukaram Ali for instilling the best of manners in me for providing me to best of knowledge and and keeping me connected to my roots , This blog is tribute to grand father for giving me a father who has always thought me that grand father was a great man and his studies where acknowledge by community leaders across the world at his times , this blog is a tribute from a grand son to him in his very own special way that he can.

The Master Piece

I have loved every single sher written by my Grand Father,All his work is Masterpiece to me , but the world over people have known my Grand Father majorly for this particular kalam, He had been praised by big Ullemaas and Community leaders for this one.

Quoting one of them 'Aapne tho puri Karabala likh daali ek nauhe main'

Beti Ali ki Turbat-e Zehra pe aayee hai , Kurta Lahoo bahara hua bhai ka layee hai

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra majra suno

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Amma humara ranjho masahib hai dardnaak, Amma humare khalbo jigar ho chuke hai chaak

Amma humare nana ki ummat ne ki daga, Amma humare khoon ko samjhe sab rawa

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra majra suno

Amma taras ke reh gaye paani ko hum tamam, Amma diya na humko kisi ne bhi ek jaam

Amma humare Mard tahe teg hogaye, Amma nahake khoon main bechare so gaye

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma Pade hai nahar par Abbas Ruth kar, Amma Sakina soti hai zinda main be pidar

Amma kaha se Akbar-e-Mehroo ko lau main , Amma kaha se Asgar-e-Nadan ko pau main

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma wo mere Aun o Mohammed mere pisar, Maidaan-e-Karbala main pade hai kata ke sar

Amma lahoo main doob k Kasim bhi chal base, Amma Hasan ko muh na dikhane ke hum rahe

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma Hussain Karbobalahee main rahe gaye, Amma Hussain saare Masahib ko seh gaye

Amma Hussain mar gaye be yaaro be watan , Amma hussain ko na mayaser hua kafan

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma humari chaadare bhi chin gayee tamam , Amma humare haal par haste the ahle shaam

Amma wo shaam-e- Gurbate Shabbir ahha, Amma wo raat kaali wo sunsaan katl gaa

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma ye haal -e-Abid-e-Bimaar hogaya , Zalim sipahi ne le liya bistar garib ka

Amma kadam kadam pe aseeri rula gayee, gardan main tauk paav main zanjeer aagayee

kehti e Hussain ki amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma wo bibiyon ka tadapna wo shor-o-shay, Amma rahegi yaad wo aabon bukh wo bey

Amma Rabab roti hai Asgar ko subho shaam , Akbar ko yaad karti hai Laila-e-tashnkaam

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra majra suno

Baazu ke neel dekhiye Amma Khuda gawa, Maktal ki gard bangayee ab shaa Khuda gawa

Amma ye bebasi ye qayamat ki bebasi , amma Humare haal par roti hai amma bekasi

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Amma batayiye tho main ab jee k kya karu , kiss tarah ab Hussain ki furkat ka gam sahu

aayi Fughan nida ki sare hashr hum bhi ab , Kurta lahoo bhara hua rakh denge peshe rab

Beti tumhara Bhai Shah-e- Mashra khain hain, beti tumhare sabr main fathe Hussain hai

kehti e Hussain ki Amma Utho utho

Zainab se karbala ka zarra Majra suno

Jis Ghadi Daar-e-Fanaa Se Fatima Ruksat Hui

After "Beti Ali Ki" it took me a while to post any other nauha of my grand father, i went through a lot of his amazing works and after a lot of discussing with family we all agreed that this Nauha was perfect to follow on next in the line.

The subject dealt in the Nauha is a very less touched by the shayers across and indeed sensitive one , the nauha explains the pain after Hazrat Muhammed (P.B.U.H) the pain and torture that Bibi Fatima (A.S) Had to go through, "Allah Allah ummat-e-Mahroom ka husn-e-Sulook, Baap idhar ruksat hue beti idhar ruksat hui." This one line says it all.

The reasons like a very sensitive subject dealt and a very nicely carved nauha written by my grand father are obviously there but one more reason why this nauha is particularly special to me is beacuse here its been prayed by my father ,Mr.Mukaram Ali Shivji.

Jis Ghadi Daare Fanaa se Fatima Ruksat Hui ,

Kalbe Makmoom Ali ki Jaane kya halat Hui.

Zeeyat ka din gin Rahi thi Fatima Bade Nabi,

Khauff tha jis baat ka aakhir wohi surat hui.

Allah Allah ummat-e-Mahroom ka husn-e-Sulook,

Baap idhar ruksat hue beti idhar ruksat hui.

Turbat-e-Atheer pe Aake Fatima Royi hai jab ,

Ya Muhammed aapki markad main kya halat hui.

Marg-e-Zehra ke magar Asbaab he kuch aur the ,

Log samjhe jaane lewa baap ki chahat hui.

Rehmat-e-Goya siya chadar main thi lipti hui ,

Raat k parde main jab zojaye Ali ruksat hui.

Bargahe Haideri main le liya naam-e-Batool,

Meri Mushkil ko 'Fughan' jab bhi koi haajat hui.

Do Roz ki Ye Gulshan ki Hawa

A beautiful Nazm by the shayar, a sattire pulled on the exact condition of the world today explaining that how a man should be happy in the world with what he has. In the paragraph "Mana K Jafa parwar hai jahan , mana ke wafa ruswa hai yahan,." The shayar explains no matter how bad the world can get always remember you have responsiblities , its not one life that you have , its always certain lives behind you "jeene ko agar main thukra du jeene ki tammana kaun karre"

The whole nazm may feel like its a love poem, But its one actually explaining , A person journey in the world and thereafter, every sher makes you think of various meanings that you can derive from it. My favourite one being

Kehte hai fughan deewana hai, deewana hai tho deewana hai tho deewana sahi,

deewane ki dunia deewani , deewane ko ruswa kaun karre.

DO ROZ KI GULSHAN KI HAWA

Do Roz ki Ye Gulshan ki Hawa, Gulshan main Tamasha Kaun Karre,

Nalon se Bahal Jaata hai dil Nagme ki tamana kaun Karre.

Mana K Jafa parwar hai jahan , mana ke wafa ruswa hai yahan,

jeene ko agar main thukra du jeene ki tammana kaun karre,

Hum Kaun hai hum kya batlaye, hum kissko gawahi main laye,

ab humko zaman bhool gaya, iss bhool ka shikwa kaun karre,

Ab ishq main kiski aas rahi , umeed se badkar yaas,

Umeed tho ruswa ho he chuki , ab yaas ko ruswa kaun karre.

Hum Ahle wafa hai yaad rahe , tasleem oh riza main shaad rahe,

jis dost ko dilse dost kaha uss dost ka shikwa kaun karre .

wo sozon gudaze mehfil tho , baaki tha sahar k hone tak,

ab shama k naale kaun sune parwane ki parwa kaun karre.

Kehte hai fughan deewana hai, deewana hai tho deewana hai tho deewana sahi,

deewane ki dunia deewani , deewane ko ruswa kaun karre.

MEMOIRS........

The day after this blog going online has been a roller coaster ride for me, It was all done with a innocent mind without much expectation of the response,but the response this one has generated will be cherished all my life , it has given me the boost that i some where hit the jackpot which i had tragetted ,all the fame name that i have recieved actually belongs to my Father and my Grand Father, Who are not only a part of this project but actually the whole project all by itself.

The Creative mind in me set out again to add something different and this made me dig out some of the oldest Pics of My Grand Father, this particular section will keep adding the pics as an when i get them and also the stories behind them.

A Daughter ...The Legacy Carried Forward

Its been 4 year the blog is up and running , The response it has created has been amazing , overwhelming and a beautiful one , I Still remember my Aunt Hugging me and crying for a very long time , Thanking me with every tear she can that I could do something for the family , that I was instrumental in a way for opening up a new way of offering my Grandfather's Shayari to the world.

I Guess we humans have a tendency to not appreciate the talent we have around us until its gone , like its rightly said , the book closest to the eyes is the one that is difficult to read. Though my Baba and Maa were responsible in instilling me with all the love for family , there was someone who was quietly working on this boys curiosity needs .My Grand Mother was a the lady who told me all the religious bedtime stories and the kid loved them and cherished them dreamed about them Smiled and lived happily till the time he started hunting logic in it , I got curious and came up with all possible questions behind the stories , My Dad My Mom and My Grandma did answer most of them and left a few for me to find it on my own, and the Curiosity and need for logic increased with every solution i gave myself. I guess my Grandfather had always known that people of his household will ask questions and a lot of them and that's the reason may be why he chose to pass on the legacy of his knowledge, Shayari  to one of his favourite child.

Mrs.ZaibunissaVakil (married to Mr. Hyder Vakil) as her passport would say , is the reason behind a person like me understands certain aspects of religion and divinity, A complete Lady with knowledge so vast that a person like me will never be able to gauge the vastness , and a women nevertheless with amazing cuisine abilities.  She could clear any doubt with remarkable proofs, the sessions those with her were as long as 8-10 hrs , I loved asking her the most difficult ones cos then that gave me an option to have as many Gajar ka halwas as I can. 

My Aunt wrote under the pen-name Zaiba Hyderabadi, though all the Makhta's(The last sher where the shayar's pen-name is mentioned) of her Gazals and Nauha's have just Zaiba as her pen name , She had specifically told me that the reason to add Hyderabadi was because there was already a shayara with the same pen name and hence. some of her sher's and gazals and nauhas have become international just like my Grandfathers, we the Kids of the household may have got busy with the lives and rat race of the world and probably didnt realise the what we have had when she was around us , until the day she passed away and left us in a limbo, but we sure are not sit by and let all her work go in vain.

This doesn't mean the blog will stop talking about my Grandfather, all it means is it shall be a tribute to the Man who has given me a Dad to Love and respect and a Tribute to the Women Who has made me a Man My kids will Love and Respect.

Of the various Kalam's written by my Aunt Zaiba Hyderabadi one that trends the world of Internet is

 "Ba tufail e daman e Murtuza main kya batao mujhe kya mila,

 Jo Ali Mile tho Nabi mile , jo Nabi Mile tho KHUDA mila"

A Nazm Most of the people house now rejoices regularly 

Be Taufail e Daman e Mutuza , Main Batau kya mujhe kya mila 

Ke Ali Mile tho Nabi Mile ,Jo Nabi Mile tho KHUDA Mila 

Tere Naqshe Paa se Kadam kadam, jo Mukam Sabr o Giza mila 

Kahi khaake Ahle Junoon Mile , Kahin Khoon e Alhe wafa mila 

Tu ussi k Aankh ka Noor Hai , tu Ussi k dil ka Sukoon hai 

Ke jiss Baland Nazar Mile , Ke Jisse Shahoor e wila Mila

Tu Rafeeq e Aale Rasool Hai , tu Shareeq e haal e Batool hai

Mai marefat ka  Aatisha ye tho jam jisko mila mila 

Tu kareem ibn-e-kareem hai,Tera Faiz, Faiz-e-azeem hai 

Tere dar se jo bhi mila Mere Hoslay se siva mila

Wohi tera qamile bawafa, wahi raat din tera tazkera 

Teri Yaad hi main zindagi , tere yaaad hi main mazza mila 

In a Naat form

May ALLAH the Almighty Grant both these Great Souls of my family a place in the Jannah for the services they have done to him 

"Beti Hasan ki Aaj Duniya pe Chahi hai 

Dekh Tanveer Tere Dada ne kya daulat kamai hai"