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BEGUM Losing homes to battles. Children to politics. Power to ambitions. Life to silences. Love to rules. And freedom to egos. And you assumed Being a Princess costed nothing. #historypost We often assume the royal life was always easy, luxurious and privileged. Well, it was not. There was a Khanzada Begum, sister to Bahut, married twice on alliance, husbands killed and divorced over politics. She never had a home, in the true sense of the term. There was a Bega Begum, the first wife of Humayun, who lost her children travelling to Hindustan. There was Ruqaiya Begum, whose miscarriages were caused by political tyrants. She could never be a mother. There was a Noor Jahan. Whose over ambition led to eighteen years of secluded life alone. There was an Arjumand, who waited in silence. Patiently for the husband gone for battles. The Taj Mahal wasn't enough compensation for the years of waiting and seven children she lost. There was a Jahanara, whose only dream of having a family remained unfulfilled. And there was a sufi poetess Zeb Un Nissa, imprisoned for her favouring her brother, she died in prison twenty one years later and never saw daylight. Now you think being a princess was easy? It was about the gowns and galas and happily ever after? Think again, for History talks of lives very different from fairy tales. #ajourneytodiscoverlife #historyajtdl #history #mughal #begumsahibseries #jahanarabegumsahib #jahanara

BEGUM Losing homes to battles. Children to politics. Power to ambitions. Life to silences. Love to rules. And freedom to egos. And you assumed Being a Princess costed nothing. #historypost We often assume the royal life was always easy, luxurious and privileged. Well, it was not. There was a Khanzada Begum, sister to Bahut, married twice on alliance, husbands killed and divorced over politics. She never had a home, in the true sense of the term. There was a Bega Begum, the first wife of Humayun, who lost her children travelling to Hindustan. There was Ruqaiya Begum, whose miscarriages were caused by political tyrants. She could never be a mother. There was a Noor Jahan. Whose over ambition led to eighteen years of secluded life alone. There was an Arjumand, who waited in silence. Patiently for the husband gone for battles. The Taj Mahal wasn't enough compensation for the years of waiting and seven children she lost. There was a Jahanara, whose only dream of having a family remained unfulfilled. And there was a sufi poetess Zeb Un Nissa, imprisoned for her favouring her brother, she died in prison twenty one years later and never saw daylight. Now you think being a princess was easy? It was about the gowns and galas and happily ever after? Think again, for History talks of lives very different from fairy tales. #ajourneytodiscoverlife #historyajtdl #history #mughal #begumsahibseries #jahanarabegumsahib #jahanara

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{ Poetry in caption } WILD HEART by SURANYA Wreaths of rhododendrons Smell of jasmine, rose petal sprinklers But the sweetest smell was still That of your painted hands. A merriment at court. Drums and horns. Beats and dancers. Yet the most beautiful of music

{ Poetry in caption } WILD HEART by SURANYA Wreaths of rhododendrons Smell of jasmine, rose petal sprinklers But the sweetest smell was still That of your painted hands. A merriment at court. Drums and horns. Beats and dancers. Yet the most beautiful of music

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Pyar se thamna, dor bareek hai Saat janmon ki yeh pehli tareekh hai. ~ Amitabha Bhattacharya #songtalesajtdl The evening sun was as red as vermilion reflecting upon the white marble of the Taj. Janni sat in prayer, in silence and fear. He stared at her pray with a faint smile. Today was probably the beginning of a journey to forever. From the moment she dared to lift her veil and stare him in the eyes, Chattrasal knew something had changed. Hearts transformed. He was leaving for a war, both knew was a lost cause. Yet a hope in their heart refused to go. For as the moon made its way to w

Pyar se thamna, dor bareek hai Saat janmon ki yeh pehli tareekh hai. ~ Amitabha Bhattacharya #songtalesajtdl The evening sun was as red as vermilion reflecting upon the white marble of the Taj. Janni sat in prayer, in silence and fear. He stared at her pray with a faint smile. Today was probably the beginning of a journey to forever. From the moment she dared to lift her veil and stare him in the eyes, Chattrasal knew something had changed. Hearts transformed. He was leaving for a war, both knew was a lost cause. Yet a hope in their heart refused to go. For as the moon made its way to w