Malang

This is a poem I came across on a facebook group dedicated to Malang, I actually heard about Malang just 5 minutes ago while reading the poem. But, I feel it's something I can relate to and ought to aspire to, at the very least it's something worth mentioning:


To be Malang is to live Islam in full color.
The Malang rejects the world, attuning the eye of the heart to Allah alone.
A Malang wears the tattered clothes of submission (islam),
necklaces of true faith (iman) and rings of purity (insan)
The Malang is clear water, clearing away all limited consciousness,
dying before death and living as a soul on fire.
The Malang's banner is bright glowing green, deep sunset red,
black as the inner Kaaba and a piercing orange.
To be Malang is to cry for the Beloved, dancing furiously in
ecstatic joy in the face of life's suffering and pain.
Our imam is Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (pbuh),
the guiding lamp of all dervishes.
Our blood flows while explaining, "Ya Ali, Ya Ali!" for Hazrat Ali is
our breath and key to Allah's vast treasury.
La ilaha Ilallah (Nothing but God alone) is our only wealth.
A Malang's heart is still, yet outwardly always wandering.


[Azeem Muhammad Khan]

This is what my boy Sead Hadzibullic told me about the Malang Party:

"Malangs are ascetics..and owe allegiance to Ghouse Pakh, and also all
the sects in India are closely connected to Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti
Garib Nawaz..the head is Peer Naubat Ali.. and he is the Gaddi Nashin
of the Malangs and the Rafaees..he sits at Char Yaar,(Ajmer Shareef)"