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SANJAN DAY Misery, humiliation, insults, torture n inhuman behavior, they had to bear. When they could no longer protect the holy fire; and for it no longer care; thought they, leave they must, their dearest Motherland, wealth n cattle there. For living there, undergoing torture was beyond tolerance; poisonous was the air. Weary, miserable and dead-tired; on the shores of Gujarat, they finally did land. From Diu-Saurashtra sailed they to Sanjan Bunder, requesting for a helping hand. To persuade the ruler for shelter; stood they under the scorching hot Sun on sand. Finally asylum granted was, after many conditions, their weapons they had to disband. Accepted they were by Bharat (India); and finally settled down at Sanjan Starting anew, our ancestors rebuilt Iran-shah, away from the Arab “hevaan(s)” with honesty, integrity, hard-work, reestablished they, their “aan-baan-shaan” now our pious duty it is, to continue their work with dedication and “imaan”. Armin Dutia Motashaw.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
SANJAN DAY
SANJAN DAY Misery, humiliation, insults, torture n inhuman behavior, they had to bear. When they could no longer protect the holy fire; and for it no longer care; thought they, leave they must, their dearest Motherland, wealth n cattle there. For living there, undergoing torture was beyond tolerance; poisonous was the air. Weary, miserable and dead-tired; on the shores of Gujarat, they finally did land. From Diu-Saurashtra sailed they to Sanjan Bunder, requesting for a helping hand. To persuade the ruler for shelter; stood they under the scorching hot Sun on sand. Finally asylum granted was, after many conditions, their weapons they had to disband. Accepted they were by Bharat (India); and finally settled down at Sanjan Starting anew, our ancestors rebuilt Iran-shah, away from the Arab “hevaan(s)” with honesty, integrity, hard-work, reestablished they, their “aan-baan-shaan” now our pious duty it is, to continue their work with dedication and “imaan”. Armin Dutia Motashaw.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
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