I Saw Myself - Pakistan Edition: Book Review, Verses & Launch Highlights - EFT

Indexed: 2026-05-18

[00:00:04]One palace, one million doors. Countless windows in between. From wherever I look, the beloved is before me.

[00:00:16]This is the spiritual architecture of Shah Abdul Latif Betai. A palace where every opening leads back to the one. In 2009, Shabnam Vmani and Vipple Ricky began a journey across an invisible line. They were seekers exploring the land of Kutch, thirsting for a fuller immersion in an oral tradition held just across the border by political hostilities.

[00:00:42]This book is the map of that thirst.

[00:00:46]I saw myself is a collaborative immersion into the legacy of the 18th century Sufi poet. It serves as a bridge between geographical and political divides through the power of folk music and oral traditions.

[00:01:01]The journey of Sasui is the path of austerity. It is a transformation through fire where the seeker must raise their world to nothing and invite death as an escort to cross the rough mountain standing between her and the beloved.

[00:01:18]Between me and him, a mountain rough and steep. Those who cling to life are daunted, dismayed.

[00:01:28]I invite death as escort and cross over.

[00:01:33]>> Shabnam Virmani's book is being launched today. Welcome uh Shabnam and thank you for joining us. I am very indebted to endowment trust fund for for doing this and for in a sense breaching uh this border that keeps us apart.

[00:01:56]So this was a dha kabir that I had uh heard Bi I stupid girl did I forgot I myself Vampenhu I wasted all this time searching for him. No knowledge is worth anything without a glimpse of the beloved within.

[00:02:51]In the story of Nuri, the humble fisherwoman, we see how the lifting of a veil can set the world of flame with light. It is the beauty of a soul that has completely surrendered, transfiguring the night into a radiant dawn.

[00:03:07]Kencha looks a flame. Where is this light coming from at this hour of the night? There is neither cloud nor lightning nor the blaze of the sun. It was the veil lifting just a little from her face.

[00:03:22]Charlott chose the lingo of the layman Cindy to deliver a radical manifesto of love.

[00:03:30]By restoring the original Cindy verses to this work, the endowment fund trust has brought this defiant message home to the people of Pakistan.

[00:03:40]They struck a wondrous deal. The string, the dagger, and the head.

[00:03:48]The oasis you seek is in your heart.

[00:03:52]Die today for tomorrow is too late.

[00:03:58]I saw myself. Journeys with Charlotte.

[00:04:04]Published by the endowment fund trust.

[00:04:08]Secure your copy. Hold the history of your soul in your hands.