A Day of Prayer for Grandmother at Manghopir

Last month, we held the chehlum (40th-day prayer ceremony) for our grandmother (Nani Ammi), so, in connection with that, the men in our family went to her grave to offer Fateha (prayers). Our grandmother’s grave is in Manghopir, in a cemetery about 15-18 km away from our home. One fortunate thing about her burial place is that this cemetery is located at the back of the shrine of Manghopir Baba, a renowned Sufi saint. Our mother often tells us how, in her childhood, she used to visit this shrine frequently and how, through the saint’s blessings, many people’s wishes would come true. But beliefs like these are very personal, and everyone’s faith is unique. As for me, I believe only God knows the true depth of my faith. I just feel that, above all, we should strive to be good people, that's what matters most.

Back to the main point, I’d love to show you all this centuries-old shrine and its adjacent crocodile sanctuary. On the afternoon of October 12, my two elder brothers, one nephew, my father, and I arrived there. On the way, we bought flowers to present at the shrine. First, we went to the shrine, where we offered Fateha, prayed, and presented the flowers. There was a serene and spiritual atmosphere there, and many people say that such places bring inner peace. As for us, we joked that mischievous people like us don’t belong in such pious places, just to keep things light-hearted.

Afterward, we went to the crocodile sanctuary nearby, where there was a fun atmosphere. There’s a small bazaar there, with food stalls and antique shops. Some stalls also sell toys for kids and jewelry. After crossing the bazaar, you reach the crocodile area. There’s a large pond with crocodiles scattered around of all sizes, from huge ones to tiny baby crocodiles. People say these crocodiles are friendly and don’t harm anyone, but who’s willing to take such a big risk? They’re definitely better enjoyed from a distance, behind the fence.

We noticed that the water in the pond looked quite dirty, almost like it was green with algae, as you can see in the pictures. However, surprisingly, there was no foul smell, even though water like this elsewhere would usually smell terrible. Though the pond should be cleaned by the responsible authorities, we don’t know when they’ll actually do it. Anyway, it was impressive that there was no bad smell, which made it bearable to stand there. We didn’t stay long, just took a few pictures of the crocodiles, and then left.

Afterward, we drove to the back of the shrine, where the cemetery is located, and where our grandmother is buried. We easily found her grave, which, as you can see in the pictures, is situated behind the shrine. We offered flowers and Fateha at her grave, praying that Allah grants her forgiveness and the highest place in paradise. We spent some time there and then returned home.

There was a board near Manghopir Baba’s shrine with some historical information, but I haven’t read it yet. However, if anyone among you is interested in history, you could look it up and research just how old this shrine is. It's not just for people with spiritual beliefs; anyone interested in history might enjoy reading it to expand their knowledge.

All above pictures are taken by me through my cell phone Infinix Hot 40i.