Hindi literature guidanceHindi literature guidance Famous Akbar-Birbal Stories In Hindi | Famous stories of Akbar-Birbal Best Inspiring and Educative Hindi Stories - Collection Of Most Inspirational Hindi Stories !! HomeGreat StoriesAkbar-beerbalBestArticles Famous Akbar-Birbal Stories In Hindi | Famous stories of Akbar-Birbal 9 Nisheeth ranjan Most Popular Akbar-Birbal Stories In Hindi | Famous stories of Akbar-Birbal The name of Mughal emperor Akbar came and it cannot be said that Birbal could not be mentioned. Birbal was one of Akbar's Nauratnas and was a great witty, intelligent, poet and writer known for his valuable advice. Birbal had no match in popularity. He was an administrator of the highest order, and rich in swords. The stories of his humor and cleverness were famous in every corner of India and all were his fans. Emperor Akbar was also among his fans, for this reason the rest of the courtesans were jealous of Birbal and always conspired to humiliate him, but each time Birbal outwitted him with his cleverness. Although he was famous by the name of Birbal, but his real name was Maheshadas. It is believed that Trivikrampur (now known as Tikkavampur) on the banks of the Yamuna was born into a poor Brahmin family. But on the strength of his talent, he got a place in the Navratnas of the court of Emperor Akbar. Birbal was killed in the battle of Afghanistan as a general. His death is said to have been the result of jealous opponents. Very few people would know that Birbal was also a skilled poet. He used to write by the surname 'Brahma'. The collection of his poems is still preserved in the Bharatpur-museum. We have been reading and listening to the stories of Akbar and Birbal since childhood, which can give an idea of ​​Birbal's

We all know that Arab General Muhammad Bin Qasim conquered Sindh in 712 AD. However, the facts surrounding this conquest, and the ill fate that followed for the conqueror is known to few among us. According to researcher and historian Dr Mubarak Ali, the war between Muhamad Bin Qasim and Raja Dahar was never a war of faith versus infidelity. He further says that it is not correct that Muhammad Bin Qasim’s men included Hindus of scheduled castes fighting for him. It was after Muhammad Bin Qasim had conquered Sindh and had marched further ahead that locals started joining the Arab forces due to poverty and joblessness. According to Dr Mubarak Ali, the Arabs started ruling under the umbrella of an ancient elite class, thus their behaviour towards the lower and humbler communities never changed. As such, the taking over of the reigns of Hind and Sindh by the Arabs never changed a thing for the already oppressed and victimised classes of society, which is claimed to be the focus of Islamic governance. So, who is to decide if Muhammad Bin Qasim was a predator or a preacher? No glory in death Chachnama, a Sindhi book published by the Sindhi Adabi Board in 2008, speaks of Muhammad bin Qasim's demise on page 242 to 243. I will try to summarise it for you. After Raja Dahar was killed, two of his daughters were made captive, whom Muhammad Bin Qasim sent to the capital Damascus. After a few days, the Caliph of the Muslims called the two young women to his court. The name of the elder daughter of Raja Dahar was Suryadevi, while the younger one’s name was Pirmaldevi. Caliph Waleed Bin Abdul Malik fell for Suryadevi’s extraordinary beauty. He ordered for her younger sister to be taken away. The

Some stories never die; they are told again and again, from time to time, place to place, author to author. One such is the story of Heer and Ranjha. About six centuries old now, it was first narrated in verse by one Damodar Arora during the reign of Emperor Akbar. Damodar was a native of Jhang where the story is broadly based and he had heard it from one Raja Ram Khatri who is supposed to be an eyewitness to all that happened. Since then it has been narrated variously and in various languages, both in verse and prose. One of the most notable narratives came from Waris Shah in 1766, apart from several others in Sindhi, Haryanavi, Hindi, Urdu, Persian, and English. In Persian alone, there are as many as twenty versions of this story and in Urdu not less than fifteen. Ranjha was the son of a landlord and lived in Takht Hazara by the river Chenab. Heer was the daughter of another prosperous person from Jhang. Both were young, both were beautiful and both were destined to fall in passionate love and suffer, as suffering has ever been the destiny of genuine lovers. The young Ranjha did not have much of the worldly skills but he was a good shepherd and a fine flute player. After the death of his father, he was considered a burden on the family. His brothers ill-treat him and denied him proper share in ancestral land. In anger, he walked out of his home. While at home

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves Though this version of the story is titled, The History of Ali Baba, and of the Forty Robbers Killed by One Slave, we chose to use the shorter and more familiar title, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. The story has been told in many versions, with slight variations in title and detail. We've chosen the Arabian Nights, Windermere Series, illustrated by Milo Winter (1914). This story probably did not appear until the European translations, notably by Antoine Galland (1704 and 1717). An illustration for the story Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves by the author Arabian Nights There once lived in a town of Persia two brothers, one named Cassim and the other Ali Baba. Their father divided a small inheritance equally between them. Cassim married a very rich wife, and became a wealthy merchant. Ali Baba married a woman as poor as himself, and lived by cutting wood, and bringing it upon three asses into the town to sell. One day, when Ali Baba was in the forest and had just cut wood enough to load his asses, he saw at a distance a great cloud of dust, which seemed to approach him. He observed it with attention, and distinguished soon after a body of horsemen, whom he suspected might be robbers. He determined to leave his asses to save himself. He climbed up a large tree, planted on a high rock, whose branches were thick enough to conceal him, and yet enabled him to see all that passed without being discovered. The troop, who were to the number of forty, all well mounted and armed, came to the foot of the rock on which the tree stood, and there dismounted. Every man unbridled his.

There was a period of English in a well-known government college for women when a student started crying loudly. The teacher stopped teaching and ran to her and asked her very gently. What is the matter, why is your daughter crying? He sobbed and replied, "My fee money has been stolen. It was kept in a bag. Someone has taken it out." The teacher pointed to a girl and told her to close the door of the room so that no one would go out. Everyone would be searched. Directed After a while, due to the repetition of two girls, the class suddenly resounded with noise and the teacher got up from his chair and said, "What's the matter?" Miss searching student said ... Kausar is not allowing her bag to be searched. The teacher spoke there in a hurry, then he must have stolen the money. Kausar did not speak anxiously. No miss i'm not a thief "Thief ... if not, then let's search the bag." Kausar held the book bag tightly to his chest. "No, I will not search." The teacher went ahead and tried to snatch the bag from Kausar but she could not succeed. She got angry. The teacher slapped Kausar on the face and she started crying loudly. The teacher then stepped forward. He had just raised his hand to kill the student when a terrifying sound echoed. Stop. The teacher looked back and saw that she was the principal. I don't know when someone informed her. He instructed the student and teacher to come to his office and returned. The principal asked what was the matter. The teacher told all the stories. He asked the student very gently, "Did you steal the money?" "No," he nodded. There were tears in Kausar's eyes. Speak to the

For blessings in homes and shops I reached Maulvi Sahib of the mosque of the neighborhood in a state of anxiety. Hello, did they respond to my greeting? Then I stood up. What can I say, there is no blessing in the house, no abundance of wealth, it is heartbreaking to see others prosperous, while our house is in trouble One day someone stays sick. I see others go for fun. I am the one who keeps visiting the hospital with my family. Describe a benefit or action. Maulvi Sahib kept reading with his eyes closed for some time and found out from Kashf that a close relative or neighbor of his had imposed a ban on him. Now, one by one, I began to suspect every other relative and neighbor. Khair Maulvi explained many benefits, amulets, operations. The week passed but it didn't make any difference. I told the report of the week to Maulvi. So I received the same amount for a black goat. I continued to practice these practices with restraint. Many days have passed. But the house remained the same. Get bored He found another able religious scholar. He said, "Read the Qur'an with understanding." Well, that's what I did. Now I started reading the Qur'an on a daily basis with understanding, then I started to understand the Qur'an and I will keep pure goods by removing adulterated and double-digit items from my shop. did it. Falsehood and breaking promises. Returned people's pressured money. He started giving charity. So in a few days both blessings and prosperity came to the house. I took the sweets of happiness and reached Maulana. Informed of the situation. He was happy to hear about my honesty and told me some prayers and Quranic prayers. So my home and business

What I've learned from the last few days of my life is to be quiet Show me a heart, be quiet If someone says something wrong about you, shut up If the heart wants to cry, be silent Begin to touch the limits, be silent The sorrows of the past come to you at any time of the day or night, be silent If someone bothers you to the end of your endurance, then still be silent Your Lord will reward you for your silence in such a way that your eyes will be filled with gratitude. Your heart will be left somewhere in these prostrations of thanksgiving and at that moment you will realize how much better it is to be silent than to complain.H