Hazrat Shah Paran (Bengali: শাহপরান, Shah Farhan) was a Sufi saint of the Jalalia section of the Suhrawardiyya order. He was the nephew of Shah Jalal and was born in Hadramaut, Yemen, and accompanied his uncle, Shah Jalal, with whom he arrived in India in 1303 AD. He took part in the expedition of Sylhet which was led by Shah Jalal. After the conquest of Sylhet he established a khanqah at Khadim Nagar in Dakshingarh Pargana, about 7 km away from Sylhet town, where he started Sufi spiritual practices and activities. He played a significant role in propagating Islam and establishing Muslim rule in the Sylhet region. Certain miraculous activities are attributed to Shah Paran:
One incident will be enough to prove that issue,
Once Shah Jalal's nephew,
Called Shah Paran did a terrible thing,
He ate some pigeons when Shah Jalal was on an outing,
When he came to know of this eventually,
He became rather angry.
The dejected Shah Paran,
Was quite upset then,
He collected the feathers of the pigeons being angry,
Throwing a puff of air, tossed them in the air gently,
By Allah's grace, myriad pigeons were born right there,
Which flew in the sky cutting the air.
Paran (also Pharan or Faran) may refer to:
Paranã (formerly known as São João da Palma) is a municipality in the state of Tocantins in the Northern region of Brazil.
Paraná or Parana may refer to:
Shopworn and aged what's left of a man
Will never be useless cause he's part of God's plan
Did you ever think of life as just a shop along the street
And yourself as a product displayed in easy reach
You laid there for some quite some time now and pondered at your fate
Then you begin to wonder if you'd hit the market late
Wealth had looked you over once and seen you at your best
But somehow you didn't fit his needs so he took one of the rest
Sweet love had read your label and you lingered in her mind
But competition caught her eye and she left you there behind
Fame had brushed the edges or the counter where you laid
And she pondered for a moment but then she walked away
Lady Luck had even picked you up but then you heard her say
I just can't afford you so I'll just have to let you lay
Then one day they marked you down put you up on sale
And you got looked over once again all to no avail
Now stained with yellow marked with age you heard a salesman state
Boss I guess I'll throw this out it's old and out of date
The keeper of the shop came then and he seemed to understand
He smiled and looked you over then held out a caring hand
Give me that I'll take it home don't throw it on the street
It's old and gray but in its way it'll help my shop complete