TRANSLATIONS, PROFESSIONAL WORKS & OTHER PUBLICATIONS

TRANSLATIONS, PROFESSIONAL WORKS & OTHER PUBLICATIONS

1.    Co-Author of Book: In the Moonlight – Published by ASWARA, Malaysia, 2016

http://www.aswara.edu.my/webportal/ms/in-the-moonlight-poems/

2.    a) My Review of Allama Iqbal’s “Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam” in Newspaper b) Celebrity Interview Article in Newspaper: https://dailytimes.com.pk/writer/aadil-farook/

3. Same book review in Academic magazine with changes by editors (not my version): https://academiamag.com/religious-thought-in-islam/

4. (Book Translation into English) Sasti Janat – Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmed Naqshbandi

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The-Shortcut-to-Heaven-Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmed Naqshbandi

5. (Book Translation into English) Gunaho say Kaisay Bachay – Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmed Naqshbandi

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PREVENTION-FROM-SINS-Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmed Naqshbandi

6. (Book Translation into English) London say diyare Haram aur Pakistan – Sikandar Khan, Published by Maktaba Hanfia, 2013

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FROM LONDON TO HARAM & PAKISTAN Aadil Farook

7. (Book Translation into English) Saadat-e-Darayn – Mian Atta-ur-Rehman, South Punjab Printing Press, 2005

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PRIVILEGED HONOR OF SACRED ABODES Aadil Farook

8. (Book Translation into English) Shaane Habeeb SAW – Alhaaj Muhammad Rahatullah Khan, Peshawar University, 2000

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GREATNESS OF THE BELOVED – AADIL FAROOK

PROFESSIONAL WORKS – ALL ARTICLES ARE ON THESE 4 LINKS. My name is obviously never mentioned because I was paid to write for someone else.

A) https://thriveglobal.com/stories/when-posture-is-right-confidence-will-take-flight/

B) https://www.starprosports.com/blogs/news

C) https://www.wereviews.com

D) https://www.tradebone.com/blog/

9. Translation of Wasif Ali Wasif’s Essay, “Bacha”, Published in Wasif Khayal Journal, 2019:-

“CHILD”

What I see is a child, alone and sad. But he is free from anxiety or hopelessness. Like children, he is neither restless and impatient nor careless. It was very strange. However, the child was not that alone. He was surrounded by a crowd of elder people. He was lonely only because there was no other child. I went near him to inquire who was he, who were the people and which ground was it? Even before I uttered a word, he himself started speaking. This was even stranger. It seemed as if he knew me or I knew him. When I expressed further curiosity, he said, “Impatience is not good at all. Before using tongue and ears, one should use his eyes. See what is happening. This is a crowd of people; yet, everyone is lonely. No one is there to ask about the well-being of someone else. Everyone knows each other but do not acknowledge each other. Thus, they pass each other like total strangers. There is one more group within them. They are totally silent but the inner group is creating an entire tumult. This inside group is that of thoughts. This is why everyone is the way it is. And yes”, the child continued, “I will answer your question as to who am I, who are these people, what its all about and which ground is this? You asked so many questions that I found difficulty in answering them”.

There was not an iota of immaturity in the child’s words. If he was such in this age, how would he be otherwise, I thought. With indifference to my astonishment, he continued his sermon, “All these are my relatives, my family members; they are, indeed, mine; they were mine. Till yesterday, they were with me. All of us used to live in a village, far away. One by one, all these people left me with the promise that they will return soon but on reaching this ground, they forgot everything. In fact, they even failed to identity their own selves let alone recognizing others. Maybe, they forgot the way back and promises of returning. In their same abode, I now stay alone. I live with only nostalgia. Their memories lie hanging upside down like bats in a heap of ruins. They are visible only in the darkness of night. These people have come here after leaving a very spacious environment. However, these people have never remembered me as if their hearts are too small for me. For ages, I kept waiting for them but finally, after getting exhausted, I reached here.

This ground is the ground of self-worship. You can also call it the dwelling of the pursuit of wealth and fame. Here, these people have exalted their heights. They have changed their accents. They have turned negligent to their own hearts. After working tirelessly on computers, they have themselves become mere machines. They all see me but don’t recognize me. They listen to my voice and calling but do not trust their ears. Very seldom, they do recall me but machines have snatched away their sentiments. In a vain attempt to elevate their statures, they have become totally disconnected from their origins”.

The child kept mesmerizing me in the spell of his speech while I remained busy in a futile effort to hide my embarrassment on being humbled by a child. He said to me, “Why are you wondering on how I turned you into a listener? That is because you have not yet outgrown your height. You are still alive to some extent. Only you can act as a bridge between me and these people. You keep listening to me as you have no other option left. These people, after deserting their own places, have become engaged in which place? Maybe, these people have already died but they did not even have time to be informed about their death. They must have died in anguish without even being noticed.

But no! They did not die. They are just alive while waiting for death. Their living organ has died but they are still breathing. Their memory has totally faded away. Their past and future are dead while their present is messed up. Their hearing has become disabled. In front of their eyes, there is a veil of blindness. Their voices have drowned in the sounds, prevalent. These people neither belong to themselves nor to anyone else. They are simply unable to love. They can only compete. And the last competition is with death itself”.

“See them carefully; what are they doing? They are simply “eating” time and wasting away time. Then their time will end. But no! They will not die soon. They have big hospitals and immense arrangements. They can stay alive. For many years and many months, they remain alive on their beds. They can use thousand types of pipes and hide from death silently so that none knows about it. They have become big people. Look at that man staring at us. He is trying to recognize who are we. He belongs to us; he was very close to us. He wants to come near us but, sadly, doesn’t have the time for it. He has become a slave to a predetermined program. He doesn’t even possess the free choice to move around. He is a man of rank and honor. He is devoid of time for even himself”.

The child, by his magical sermon, had completely captured me. I wanted to get rid of him. I wanted to run away after putting a deaf ear to his words. He said, “You cannot be free from me. You cannot escape at all. You are confined within my area of spell. Look. What are you? Concentrate; you are becoming like me. You are turning into a child. Look. You have transformed into myself. You have become me. Now, there is no need of me at all!”

The child suddenly disappeared. I saw that I was the only child left in the ground. I was myself calling out, “Come, let’s return. Let us, once again, revive our old pact. Let us truly become us. Come towards fresh breeze. Let us run away after putting the machines to work with machines. Let us draw near to the splendor of nature so that we attain proximity to truth. Let’s stop poisoning such a short life. Let us repent from the act of giving or taking anguish from an unworthy deed. Come, come. Let us recall the past. Come because there is still some time left. Come, let us resume our bond with the past and reduce grief of the present. Let us live for others rather than ourselves. Come and listen to a plea of the pleading one. Come and free the bats and ignite life in abandoned places. Come and relight extinguished lamps. Come and forgive each other. The Sunnah of conquest has been done; let us fulfill the Sunnah of forgiveness for all. Let us again recite the kalma uttered in the past. Come and grant happiness to every person of Holy Prophet (SAW)’s Ummah. Come and save, from destruction, the life of others and the hereafter of ourselves. Come everyone! But what sort of companions are you to not accompany at all? Come and search for the light of iman. Come and populate the lands of love. Come because we all are streams of the same river. We are boarded on the same boat.

Stop worshiping yourself. Stop lies being glorified through newspapers. Stop the business based on deceit which ruins iman. Stop the never-ending sequence of purposeless and meaningless desires. Stop making an entire show which is a source of humiliation and mockery of others. Stop because you will be brought, on that Day, right in front – in front of the Lord in whose presence you cannot lie at all and the veil of concealment of sins will be lifted forever. How will you look when you won’t have an opportunity to alter your deeds. The word of repentance will exist but its meaning will diminish permanently. That Day is very far – this is exactly your lack of vision, lack of perception and lack of comprehension of the Hereafter”.

I was just about to say something when I heard a voice, “Return from this place as this is the realm of dream. What force are you exerting?” I suddenly woke up. The first thing I did was to see myself in the mirror. I was completely myself; thank God, I was not a child. But I am still thinking who was he and who was I? What was this all about? Was it really just a dream?

10. Romantic Poem for Ex-Wife, 2015

You are the rainbow of infinite shades traversing the entire sky

I am just an eye filled with the wonder of your sight

You are the queen enjoying the grandeur of a palace

I am just a gem proud to be a part of your crown

You are the sun defying the existing of night

I am just a particle of a single ray

You are the melody of a symphony of Beethoven

I am just an ear-drum captivated by your sound

You are the trophy after an impossible victory

I am just a beat of the heart filled with joy

You are the peak of Mount Everest

I am just a stone displaced from the surface

You are the philosophy of life

I am just a thought behind an argument

You are the scientist unveiling mystery of the cosmos

I am just a tiny corner in your laboratory

You are the passion in a bride’s first kiss

I am just an intention before a flirtatious gaze

You are the face of the most beautiful woman

I am just a concealed scar on her foot

You are the stratagem of a leader

I am just an advice of a servant

You are the devotion beneath an angel’s prostration

I am just a piece of cloth under his brow

You are the regret at the time of death

I am just a sigh of discomfort

You are the purity of a mother’s affection

I am just an infatuation of a teenager

You are the poetry of Shakespeare

I am just a verse of a song once played on radio

You are the grace of Michael Jackson’s performance

I am just a dance-move of a wedding ceremony

You are the addiction of a drug

I am just a habit left off

You are the intensity of human ego

I am just a feeling of doubt

You are the deception of a spectacular magic

I am just a mirage on the road

You are the thirst of a desert traveler

I am just the last sip of a drunkard

You are the reason for a nation’s creation

I am just another citizen of the country

You are the calmness of a gigantic ocean

I am just the fragility of a drop of water

You are the selflessness of a martyr

I am just a pleasant gesture of an acquaintance

You are the certainty of a scholar

I am just a preacher’s opinion

You are the humility of a saint

I am just an emotion behind a salutation

You are the will of perseverance

I am just a desire for success

You are the gratitude of a Sufi

I am just an expression of “thank you”

You are the gift of genius

I am just an acquisition of talent

You are the sparkle of a spring

I am just a morning splash of water

You are the taste of the finest chocolate

I am just a spoon of sugar

You are the perfection of a champion

I am just an infrequent practice

You are the desperation of a beggar

I am just a motivation for a chore

You are the thrill of finding a buried treasure

I am just the discovery of a coin on the ground

You are the stability of the wall of China

I am just a brick in a laborer’s hand

You are the holy book of a revealed religion

I am just a speck of dust on a library shelf

You are the prophetic prayer longing to change the world

I am just a letter of one word uttered

You are the fabric of time and space

I am just a fleeting moment

You are the conclusion of truth

I am just a perception of reality

You are the chastity of Rabia Basri

I am just the shyness of a virgin

You are the clandestine of God

I am just an occurrence in fate

You are the sacred tradition

I am just another rite

You are the breeze of paradise

I am just another fragrance

You are the intuition of a sage

I am just the guess of a child

You are the zenith of expression

I am just another smile

You are the pinnacle of nearness

I am just another embrace

You are the light of God’s disclosure

I am just a flame about to fade

You are the courage of a warrior

I am just a mimicry of confidence

You are the authenticity of love

I am just an instant of sensuality

You are the fervor of a revolution

I am just a wish for betterment

You are the pragmatism of Jinnah

I am just a dream of a poet

You are the meaning of existence

I am just a phenomena to undergo change

With splendid colors,

I painted the image of our love

You have captured the artist

Never throw the picture away!

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“Tribute to Dr. Azhar Waheed”

In a world of spiritual ills and hedonism
He has a heart shinier than a prism
In an age marked by disinformation and ignorance
He has a mind of both purity and brilliance
In an Ummah full of pessimism and strife
He has a soul governed by love and life
In a nation where religious fraud is rampant
He has a genuineness, magnetic and potent
When scholarship is judged by how many follow you
He is only for seekers of that which is true
When religious figures crave for fame and limelight
He shows that concealment is a sign of inner light
When debates and argumentation form the order of the day
He proves that winning hearts is actually wisdom’s play
When academics and scholastics are confused with knowledge
The chosen path of Sufism, he makes us acknowledge
When reason and love are seen as adversaries
He tells us desires are our real enemies
When logic and intuition aren’t considered friends
His own works exhibit the perfect blends
When people deem religion as merely a system of governance
He invites you to a journey within your own existence
When religion is mixed with Science and Philosophy
He unveils that revelation starts at their boundary
When every Tom, Dick, Harry claims to be a reformist
His humility doesn’t allow him to be an egoist
When people fail to purify outer content
His sincerity cleans his hidden intent
When big scholars run after glory and multitude
His depth of thought keeps him busy in servitude
When pseudo intellectuals make the common man go astray
He is a sun which grants guidance with every ray
If Sahaba showed us fruits of the greatest teacher ever
He is a measure of Wasif Ali Wasif’s stature!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAKISTAN!

Beloved Pakistan, Happy Birthday

For you, I should’ve written an essay

But I would prefer to pay

a small tribute in a lyrical way

So many talents, you’ve managed to display

You’re gifted with bounties not to decay

In crisis, don’t let your resolve sway

Your image, the media tries to slay

You’re beautiful no matter what others portray

To your accolades, blind are they

On your ground, as I lay

I feel your fragrance’s spray

With sheer sincerity, I say

We are honored to reside on your clay

Whose saints don’t let us go astray

May no nation use you like an ashtray

Your pact, let no politician betray

To your enemies’ plan, don’t fall prey

Strive to keep your tears at bay

No matter how much you are in dismay

Your future is brighter than a sun-ray

Your radiance will never fade away

On this earth, you’re bound to stay

With the vision of Jinnah, let none play

With the fervor of Iqbal, we all pray

To Islam, may your constitution be a stairway

The Divine Code, may our leaders obey!

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“THE DIALOG OF 2020”

The search for truth has now turned obsolete
For our caprice, social media is an ideal treat
No more time for lifting the veils on reality
Google is there to entertain us as its duty
Hedonism and consumerism thwart human soul
That was created for a much higher goal
The pursuit of material progress and “prosperity”
Chokes a life of dimensions approaching infinity
Science and research cannot illuminate everything
Inner peace, technologies simply cannot bring
Philosophy has no potential to satisfy our quest
Art and Literature distract us from voids at best
Political and economic isms have all been tried
In bridging theory with practice, they all lied
Religion has been confined to rituals or dogma
The journey within has become an enigma
The entire humanity is in crisis
Directionless, we strive for bliss
At will, the devils run the show
The seed of solution, none to sow
This planet longs for a magic wand
Or a new sun that hasn’t dawned
That mortal can promise us salvation
In whom, all qualities form a fusion
Only one man can save mother earth
To global welfare, he can give birth
His seeker cannot be at loss
He’s the secret behind this cosmos
Ages ago, his life did end
Yet, on his way, we depend
He showed path of divine light
He grants man his lost sight
He merged passion with vision
He indeed defines revolution
Claimants of his love are all around
But deeds like his won’t be found
Believers hail him but don’t follow him
Disbelievers are too blind to know him
In the West, his status isn’t revealed
The East, without him, can’t be healed
In the East, he is revered without imitation
The West criticizes him with no comprehension
Too far from his footsteps is the East
Enlightened or spiritual, the West is least
“Intellectuals”, too arrogant to acknowledge him
The masses, too ignorant to understand him
The poor lack knowledge to walk his pathway
The rich surrender to their own desires’ play
No conspiracy it is that he’s vilified beyond measure
Tarnishing his legacy is the sick soul’s pleasure
Yet the meaning of his name is, “the praised”
Thus, from history, he cannot ever be erased
Among all giants, he alone is the king
His majesty makes me write and sing
Many hearts and minds exist in his dominion
His rule transcends any geographical region
O’ beloved of God, none can ever be like you
Modern civilization, a drowning ship with no crew
Its indifference can’t undermine your greatness at all
It would only increase its own perpetual fall
He who doesn’t love your poverty
is not worthy of admiring your glory
He who hasn’t seen your ascetic nature
should not see your grandeur either
He who can’t appreciate your mystical aspect
should remain silent on your worldly impact
He who can’t read your simplicity
is himself alien to what’s humility
He who is unable to see your purity
is illiterate to the concept of beauty
He who doesn’t surrender to your wisdom
is devoid of learning like the deaf & dumb
He who fails to feel your tears for all humanity
has no right to call you most influential personality
He who is unaware of your long prayers for the Ummah
Should not be impressed with your conquest of Makkah
He who can’t see your perfection
is a prey to Satan’s deception
He who can’t acknowledge you as a prophet
is comparing a sun to a candle being lit
Not recognizing you as the most exalted creation
is the negation of God’s proudest affirmation
If God was a hidden treasure wanting to be known
The key of His heavens are in your hands alone
The prayer that begins with your invocation
ends with the cosmic symphony’s affiliation
The Muslims split into many factions without brotherhood
unite only to safeguard your finality of prophethood
The sword truly raised in only your name
is free from hatred, avarice and blame
Western Thought says self-discovery is after affirming ego
But you said that realization comes after negating ego
While modernity brought exploitation of nature
You taught that harmony is the vital factor
To uphold establishing peace without your reference
is concealing that love was your foremost reliance
Before time-space when all souls endorsed God’s existence
You had already been chosen as leader of homo sapiens
O’ Muhammad sallallaahu ‘alayhe wa sallam
It is now time the world submits to you
It is now time the world submits to you
It is now time the world submits to you
And, due to heedlessness, if it doesn’t
It will submit on the Day of Judgment
Here, you lived like a humble servant
There, everyone will be your servant!

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NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION

Happy New Year. May this year bring immense happiness and inner peace to all of you.

As we enter 2022, we get closer to meeting our Creator. However, we can only prepare for it if we are clear about why we are here in this world in the first place. Due to the secular education, upbringing of parents, and social norms, we receive false knowledge from Day 1. We do not realize that life is not about our dreams, aspirations, goals, and wishes. The only purpose of this life is to know God, understand Him, serve Him and please Him from the bottom of our hearts, minds, and souls. There was no other reason behind sending innumerable prophets to humanity.

Thus, let us decide that in 2022, we will try our best to live by Quran & Sunnah. We will seek knowledge from the learned ones. We will try to help those in need. We will never hurt a single human being – Muslim, Non-Muslim, or atheist. We will try to get rid of our egos. We will abandon our selfish ambitions. We will clean our hearts of arrogance, greed, jealousy, hatred, fears, insecurities, complexes, anger, lust, grudge, desire for fame & worldly success. We will embrace the traits of humility, love, simplicity, patience, gratitude, courage & generosity.

We pray that may Allah grant us wisdom, reverence for Holy Prophet SAW, inner purification, deep understanding of Islam, higher ethics, stronger morals, and the intention to transform ourselves intellectually and spiritually – Ameen!