خدا ہے الله تعالی, دین ہے اسلام, و  رسول  محمد
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Since a long time I hear about the poetical beauty of Urdu Language, and finally I got curious enough to find out more about it.

Urdu, the mational language of Pakistan, was created around the 16th century in Centryl Asia. Interestingly the origin of Urdu is nothing like poetic, the word “urdu” comes from Turkish word “ordu” meaning “camp” or “army”. The language was used as unifying communicaiton tool betweel Muslim soldiers of Persian, Arab and Turkish origin.

Urdū is a member of the Indo-Aryan family of languages (i.e., those languages descending from Sanskrit), which is in turn a branch of the Indo-Iranian group (which comprises the Indo-Aryan and the Iranian branches), which itself is a member of the Indo-European linguistic family.

My special interest to this language is driven by its poetic beauty: I find it amazing how a relative young language could have developed such a high poetic richness!

They say it is due to the splendid and marvelous form of poetry, prose and consisting exemplary literature in form of Altaf Hussain Hali, Hasrat Mohani, Ibne Insha that Urdu language has travelled a long way, in a very short period of time.

In both India and Pakistan, Urdu poetry is written in the beautiful Nasta’liq calligraphy style of the Perso-Arabic script. However, in India, where Urdu poetry is very popular, the Perso-Arabic is often found transliterated into the Devanāgarī script, as an aid for those Hindī-speakers, who can comprehend Urdu, but cannot read the Perso-Arabic script. With the dawn of the internet and globalisation, this poetry is often found written in Roman Urdu today.

I have found a true dimond of a poetry by a great Urdu poet and philosopher Allama Iqbal

STORY OF THE DIAMOND AND THE COAL

Thou art set on the crowns of emperors.

My stuff is so vile that I am valued less than earth,

Whereas the mirror’s heart is rent by thy beauty,

My darkness illumines the chafing dish,

Then my substance is incinerated at last

Every one puts the sole of his foot on my head

And covers my stock of existence with ashes.

My fate must needs be deplored:

Dost thou know what is the gist of my being

It is a condensed wavelet of smoke,

Endowed with a single spark.92

Both in, feature and nature thou art star-like,

Splendours rise from every side of thee.

Now thou become’st the light of a monarch’s eye,

Now thou adornest the haft of a dagger.”

“O sagacious friend!” said the diamond,

“Dark earth, when hardened, becomes in dignity as a bezel.

Having been at strife with its environment,

It is ripened by the struggle and grows hard like a stone.

‘Tis this ripeness that has endowed my form with light.

And filled my bossom with radiance.

Because thy being is immature, thou hast become abased;

Because thy body is soft, thou art burnt.

Be void of fear, grief, and anxiety;

Be hard as a stone, be a diamond!

Whosoever strives hard and grips tight,

The two worlds are illumined by him.

A little earth is the origin of the Black Stone

Which puts forth its head in the Ka’aba:

Its rank is higher than Sinai,

It is kissed by the swarthy and the fair.

In solidity consists the glory of Life:

Weakness is worthlessness and immaturity.”And guess what languege will be the next in the collection of beautiful languages? May be you want to write about YOUR Mother tounge? Or the language you like the most?..LOVE, axinia