Fida’s Rustic Legacy

Syed Ibrahim Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Originally Belonged To Iraq. He Was From The Lineage Of Hazrat Imam Hussain Alaihisslam i.e. From The Syed Family. Syed Ibrahim Malik Baya Belonged To The Progeny Of Hazrat Ali Karam Allahu Vajhu. His Original Homeland Is Believed To Be Quraish Arabia. His Lineage Started From Kufa(Iraq) And Reached Delhi. In Your Early Life You Held The Position Of A Commander (Military Rank.) You Were Also Given The Title Of Malik Baya, Which Means Commander/Brave Ruler. But Later You Left The Worldly Wealth And Position And Adopted A Sufi Life. This Hijrat Brought You From Delhi To Bihar Sharif. But What Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Did After Coming To Bihar Was Different From Any Other Commander. He Didn’t Just Wield His Sword- He Won People’s Hearts. He Established Peace In Every Village. He Helped The Poor. He Ruled With Knowledge And Justice. Gradually, People Understood That He Was No Ordinary Army Officer, But A Saint Of Allah. Malik Baya Rahmatullah A...

The Caravan That Started From Delhi, Passing Through The Land Of Nalanda,  Finally Stopped In The Lap Of Bihar Sharif. The Shadows Of The Old Buildings Of Nalanda Were Left Behind,  And The Valleys Of Bihar Sharif Were  Opening Up In Front. This Was The Same Land Where There Was A Confluence Of Both Education And Spirituality. When Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Reached Bihar Sharif After Passing Through  The Deserted Ruins Of Nalanda And Crossing The Footpaths Of Rahui, There Was A Different Kind Of Peace In The Air. This City Was Not Just A Name Of Walls And Markets, But It Was A Garden Fragrant With The Aroma Of Knowledge, Sufism And Love. As Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih's Steps Entered This City, The Heart Felt A Strange Coolness- As If The Destination Of The Journey Was Decided Here. This City Was Different- The Scent Of Nalanda's Books Still Lingered In The Air,  And The Whispers Of Sufis Could Be Heard In Every Street. It Was Here That He Met Hazrat Yahya M...

That Morning Was A Little Different In The Old Streets Of Delhi. The Horses Of The Caravan Were  Decorated, The Soldiers Were Standing In A Line, And There Was A Silent Whisper All Around- Today Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Is Leaving The Land Of Delhi And Heading Towards Bihar. There Was A Strange Spiritual Freshness In The Air. People Were Gathering From Far And Wide To Salute. Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Said- This Journey Is Not Just Mine, It Is A Journey Of Love And Justice. A Caravan Left From Delhi, Leaving Behind The Wide Streets Of Delhi And The Splendor Of  The Tughlaq Fort, Syed Ibrahim Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih Turned His Gaze Towards The East. The High Walls Of The Qila-e-Tughlaq That We Had Left Behind Slowly Disappeared In The Mist. As Soon As The Convoy Left The Streets Of Delhi, It Seemed As If It Was Moving Towards A New World. Dust Was Flying From The Hooves Of The Horses, And Only One Thought Was Echoing In The Heart  Of Malik Baya R.A.- I Have To ...

It Is Said That Spiritual People Walk On The Earth Like A Flowing River- It Neither Stops Nor Halts, It Just Continues Its Journey. When The World Was Changing, Kingdoms Were Falling, And The Light Of Knowledge  Was Being Suppressed In The Glare Of Swords, At That Time A Syed Emerged From Iraq. Relationship With The Children Of Hussain (A.S.), And A Confluence Of Love, Bravery And Sufi Spirit In The Heart. The Journey Started From Iraq (Baghdad). The Streets Of Baghdad Were Quiet That Night, Only A Caravan Was Leaving. That Caravan Had Horses, Camels, Soldiers- And In The Middle Was A Simple Sufi, Whose Name Was Syed Ibrahim Malik Baya Rahmatullah Alaih. There Was The Spirituality Of Iraq In His Eyes, The Flame Of Love And Justice In His Heart. Belonging To The Progeny Of Hussain (A.S.), Bravery In The Heart, And Light In The Eyes. And The Restlessness In His Feet, Which Was Pulling Him Towards India. Leaving The Streets And Sufi Gatherings Of That Place, He Headed Towards Hindusta...

Villages Eksari Are Identified Not Just By The Greenery Of The Fields And The Fragrance Of The Soil, But Also By The Light That Emanates From The Darkness. Every Village Has Its Own Identity- Some Are Famous For The Greenery Of The Fields, Some Of Their Market. But Eksari's Village Identity Is Something Else. This Village Spreads The Light Of Darkness Along With The Fragrance Of The Soil. Be It Islamia School Sheikhpura Or R.D. College Or D.M. High School- Eksari Village Has Written Its Part In The Stories Of All Of These. The Journey Of Education Through The Streets Of Eksari Village Is Very Old. The Relationship Between Sheikhpura’s Islamia School And Village Eksari Is A Story Of This Light- A Story That Has Reached Generations. The Famous Islamia School Of District Sheikhpura Has Had An Old And Strong Relationship With Village Eksari. The Elders Of Village Eksari Always Gave Importance To Education, And Its Impact Reached District Sheikhpura. The First Principal Of Islamia Schoo...

Kolkata's Relationship With The Eksari Village Has Always Been On One Track-Danapur 12351 On Train Tracks. As Soon As The Morning Came, The Eksari Villager’s Would Reach The Station With Bags And Sacks. In The Bag, There Would Be Two Dry Rotis, Pickle And A Dream In The Eyes- I Have To Go To Kolkata And Earn Money. As Soon As The Train Docks At The Platform, The Compartment Fills Up With The Voices Of The Eksari Village- Please Move Aside, You Might Get Late For Work. Hold The Window Brother, You Want Some Fresh Air. As Soon As The Whistle Blew, It Seemed As If The Whole Eksari Village Was Running Towards Kolkata City. The Train Was The Strongest Link Connecting The Eksari Village To The Kolkata City. When The Eksari Village People Reached Kolkata For The First Time, They Had Fear In Their Hearts And Dreams In Their Eyes. The First Glimpse Of The Kolkata City Was Strange- The Clang Of The Tram, The Horn Of The Taxi,The Jolt Of The Bus And The Noise Of The Crowd. Standing In The Mid...