Moradabadi Darwazah – It is an inadvertent monument of apathy, ignorance and indifference of our community.
Whenever I pass under the ramshackle arches, through the rabble of ‘Morabadi Darwazah’ I can’t help remember Allama Iqbal.
‘Kuch jo samjha mere shikwey ko to Rizwan samjha, mujhko jannat se nikala hua insaan samjah.’ Rizwan alone, my plaintive voice began to recognize. He knew for a human who has lost his paradise.
“Naaz hai taqat-e-guftar pe insano ko, baat karne ka saleeqah naheen insano ko.” That they are alone and blest with speech how proud these humans be, yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.
“Woh bhee din the ke yehi maya-e-ranai tha, Nazish-e-mousam-gul Lala-e-sahrai tha.” The tulips of wilds once reigned the queen of blossom time. In this once lay the quintessence of loveliness sublime.
“Kis qadar garan tumhen subah ke bedari hai, Hum se kab pyar tumhen neend tumhen pyari hai.” To pray to Me at the break of the day you now an ordeal deem, your morning slumber sweeter far-yet you would faithful seem.
“Jin ko aata naheen duniya men koi fun tum ho, Naheen jis qoum ko parvah-e-nasheman tum ho.” You love your home the least among the nations of the earth, you are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth.
The following lines may not be pleasant to read and might fail to meet the merits of historian. However, these are like a clarion call for the progeny of Hazrat Syed Mohammed Meer Adl. I hope and pray that they would listen to me in the most positive spirits. Today when I go towards that side I just go to attend the wedding parties which are organized at the outskirts of the town at an ornate, magnificent sprawling banquet hall. I try to recall the bygone history the glittering past and present apathy that cries with the bellowing winds – it was once the Shah Rah of our azamat.
Half of the descendents of Meer Adl have migrated to Pakistan or other western countries. Still there is a huge population that claims its roots with Meer Adl. Their fathers and grand fathers made the conscious and wise decision to remain rooted and be a part of vibrant, secular and forward looking nation – INDIA. By the Grace of God, on either side of divide, they are a lot highly educated, sophisticated and well organized. Their prosperity makes it incumbent upon them to save their rich heritage. For a moment my heart sinks as I stop near the tablet that is fixed at the gate’s left pillar. It reads something as follows:
“Allah-o-Akabar. Der Ehd-e-Sultan Aleeshan Sahib Quran sani ShahabUddin Shah Jahan Padshah-e-Ghazi Khul Allah malaka Siyadat maab Meeran Abdul Majid ein Qilla bana namood.”
And the couplet which describes the rest of the details:
“Shood ein Qilla khor mee afza-ey, Khoob-o-mazboot-o-khas-o-mustehkam,
Khwastam saal eish az dabeer khurd, Guft bashumar Qilla-e-khuram.”
Ba ehtamam-e-bandaey Kamal Khan Khanzad Shahar-e-Ramazan-ul-mubarak 1052 memariyan Syed Abdul Majid.
It would be an insult to the erudition of denizens of the town if I have to tell, even after describing all details mentioned above, who built the Qill-e-alia. Suffice to say : Kamal Khan was the civil engineer. To wind up the story I must remind that a new market in the fort was added by Dewan Syed Mehmood Saheb who was the close descendent of Meer Adl. That market has survived the twists and turns of history and still remains as the thriving business space a throbbing commerce center. It is known as BARA BAZAR. It is also important to note that even in the difficult period of Shahan Shah Aourengzeb, and even after him, the descendents of Meer Adl occupied important positions at the royal courts.
Another gate of the fort CHANGA DARWAZA is lost for ever in new ugly haphazard concrete jungle and a motley crowd inhabits those places that were once the private payen baghs, bara dares, zanan kanas, adalats and khilwats of Sadat.
Today the tumble down ruins, the discreditable building, an eyesore for the passers-by ‘Moradabadi Darwazah’ is begging you, beseeching the progeny of Syed Mohammed Meer Adl, the descendents of Dewan Syed Mehmood in particular and Sadat-e-Uzzam in general to do something to salvage the remnants of forgotten grandeur. Bury your blotted egoes, sit down together, join heads, talk among yourselves, discuss with local and state authorities; go to INTACH and leave no stone unturned to save your glorious past.
Is anybody listening !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!