Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh, born 19 september 1996 in a well known elegist Shia muslim family, is inherently poet, kashmiri elegist, television and radio News editor and reader, who is also claimed by some as ghost writer for many developmental presentations of public broadcasters. Mirza is an ardent media presenter and mass communication graduate from old town of Srinagar, in the summer capital of Jammu and Kashmir. More specially he is well known for Kashmiri Noha recitation (Public Recitation) in Grand Muharram (Ashura) Procession of Kashmir's Markazi Jaloos-e-Ashoora, leading the Zuljanah Contingent with his ancestral elegies like Aye-gul-e-gulzar-Ali-Akbaram. Mirza has served as communication manager in one of the reputed govt. corporation of Srinagar. Presently Mirza works with India's only premier Public Service broadcaster. Sharafat Hussain Beigh, born into a Shia Muslim family of Daulat Abad, Nowpora on September 1996 given his name Sharafat meaning 'decency', Hussain is referring to third shia Imam Hussain Ibn Ali. Mirza And Beigh is that of a popular Shia tribe of sonwar that later migrated to Daulat Abad. He is grandson of kashmir's first elegist Mirza Abdul Gani Beigh, who introduced the genre of Kashmiri noha, parallel to Kashmiri marsiya in 1920s. He grew up at his house in Doulat Abad living with his parents. He affectionately referred to the house in Nowpora as Beigh Bhawan. Sharafat Hussain Beigh was educated in large part by his father who is well celebrated elegy writer of Kashmir valley and noted among shia community. Mirza Sharafat has post graduate degree in Mass Communication and Journalism from Media Education Research Centre, University of Kashmir, the only premier research institute in Kashmir Valley that deals with media research, and education/training with reference to tv and radio production.

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night has enveloped, to give me some relief now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief where blood quenches the thirst disloyalty is faith last and first is the religion my beloved belongs to I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand let me take her by the hand heard of her about sorcery her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb from just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila my nights worthless, body breathless every moment, feeling restless be silent and hear, hear me, my cries don't forget the promise you swore I have lost my childhood over you don't know, how these years left me alone sufferings, separation, theft me alone I never knew how pain excrutiates sometimes, i enlivened you my dear Love is a blessing, and not a fear in a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn I gaze from a window in Kashmir For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying

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