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भारत की पुरातन शिक्षा पद्धति में मदरसों का योगदान।
मुंशी प्रेमचंद हों या फिर डाक्टर गुरुदयाल सिंह जी। सबके स्कूल के हेडमास्टर ऑक्सफ़ोर्ड के पढ़े लिखे थे। अमीर घरों के बच्चे बहुत पढ़े लिखे होते थे और अपनी शिक्षा के बाद उनको १००० २००० की बढ़िया नौकरी अंग्रेज़ी सरकार में मिल ही जाती थी।
इंडिया में शिक्षा का प्रचार प्रसार तो मदरसों ने ही किया था। बिना जातिगत भेदभाव के सब पढ़ लेते थे। संस्कृत महाविद्यालयों या पाठशालाओं में सिर्फ़ उच्च जाति की ब्राह्मण ही जाते थे। ये बात तो ब्रिटिश जनरल कालिंज जोकि कोलकाता यूनिवर्सिटी में मुफ़्त में पढ़ाते थे उन्होंने भी अपने मेमोइर्स में लिखी है की भारतीय लोगों को उनका जातिवाद खाये जा रहा है और एक दूसरे के ही दुश्मन बने बैठ हैं ये लोग नहीं तो हम इन पर नहीं ये लोग हम पर राज कर रहे होते।
तख़्ती बुद्दके लिए एक ऐसी पीढ़ी इन मदरसों में शिक्षित होके आगे निकली जिन्होंने अंग्रेजों की नाक में नकेल कसकर उनको देश से बाहर खदेड़ के ही दम लिया।
दादा जी को अपनी गर्मी की छुट्टियों के प्रोग्राम के बारे में बताते हुए एक पत्र लिखें। Hindi letter to the Grand father.
And Granny touched her for the first time!
A mother’s heart awakens, a miracle profound.
For nestled in her arms, a treasure yet untold,
Lies the newborn reflection, a story yet unfold.
Her gaze upon the infant, a symphony of grace,
Transcending time and space, an ethereal embrace.
With trembling hands and whispers, a lullaby so sweet,
She cradles innocence incarnate, her heart skips a beat.
Her touch, like gentle whispers, traverses baby’s skin,
A language all their own, where love begins to spin.
Through fingertips, a lifetime, countless dreams are passed,
A tapestry of connection, a love that’s meant to last.
In those fleeting moments, a legacy is born,
A bridge of generations, on love’s wings they’re borne.
For in this tiny miracle, a reflection she can see,
The love she poured so selflessly, now returned so tenderly.
A wellspring of emotions, an overwhelming tide,
Her heart bursts forth with joy, unable to hide.
With tears of pure elation, she’s humbled and amazed,
An unbreakable bond formed, forever interlaced.
And as she holds her daughter’s child, a circle now complete,
She glimpses through the ages, a love that’s bittersweet.
For the child she once cradled, now cradles her in turn,
A testament to motherhood, a lesson she will learn.
In this sacred moment, a legacy unfolds,
A mother’s gentle touch, a story that’s been told.
For in her daughter’s baby, she sees her love’s rebirth,
A testament to the power of a mother’s touch on Earth.
His wish to see the snowy peaks!
There resided a child, pure and bright.
With eyes as hopeful as the endless sky,
A longing within, oh, so high.
Young heart craved the snowy peaks,
Where winter’s veil would gently speak.
Legends whispered tales, untold,
Of mountains adorned with ivory gold.
Imagination painted a landscape grand,
Where snowflakes danced, hand in hand.
The child yearned for a magical sight,
To witness peaks kissed by winter’s might.
Through boundless forests, the child would stray,
Persevering on an adventurous ballet.
Embracing nature’s harmony, serene,
Guided by dreams, unknown but keen.
Skipping over babbling brooks so clear,
Chasing fleeting dreams, void of fear,
Tiny footsteps imprinted on virgin snow,
Marking a path, the child’s own show.
Whispering winds whispered gentle tunes,
Inviting the child to nature’s runes.
Beneath a moonlit canopy, the child would sleep,
Echoing secrets of snowy peaks so deep.
Soon, those peaks came into sight,
Adorned with a gown of glistening white.
A hushed symphony sang in the air,
As the child beheld the beauty rare.
Mountains majestic, towering high,
Piercing the heavens with their icy sigh.
Silent guardians, wise and bold,
Each grand summit, a story yet untold.
The child’s eyes sparkled with pure delight,
As dreams unfolded in ethereal light.
Through windswept valleys and untamed streams,
Snowy peaks became a child’s timeless dreams.
With every breath, they absorbed the view,
Their spirit forever touched and imbued.
A child’s heart, forever transformed,
By the snowy peaks, where dreams performed.
So let this tale ignite your soul,
Let it be a reminder to set your goal.
For in the heart of every child’s plea,
Lies the power to shape what they wish to see.