The smell and the smoke of
agarbatis (incense), created a mystic aura around the area. The priest was sitting on a stone platform and there it was; the idol of the fierce
Kalkaan Devi with a dagger in one hand and a chopped head in the other.
Past the priest you can see a second tunnel. Move ahead and you will enter the
Samdhi. We sat there with the priest for a cup of tea which was way too sweet for town bred people.
At a few minute’s drive from the temple, there are the remnants of the mosque built on a mound. It was constructed on the orders of Muhammad Bin Qasim as sign of his authority after defeating Raja Dahir’s son.
Sadly only few arches have survived but to our surprise, there were few praying mats and a speaker installed at the top, indicating that the mosque is very much active.
Drive a little further from the mosque and you will reach the link road connecting a lot of small villages to Rohri and Khairpur in either direction. Take a left from here driving towards Khairpur.
The road also serves as a boundary between the fertile vegetated land and the barren rocky landscape on the other side.
Drive on this road and a little later you will see a stand alone rock on your left. It is not short of a natural wonder. It looks like a showpiece and appears too good to be the result of seismic wave.
Chattan Shah ji Takri in Aror ignites imagination. People need legends to support its existence. A ten foot long grave lies at its base which is believed to belong to a companion of Hazrat Ali, incidentally named Ali as well.
According to the legend he won a furious battle against Kalkaan Devi here and rock was cut into parts by the strokes of his sword.
Climbing the rock is not an easy task. A small staircase takes you to the first level but then you have to crouch to climb further. After a while you can stand on your feet but the climb becomes steeper and you have to jump over the parts where rock is cut into the parts mysteriously.
There is a small structure built on the top which probably serves as a mosque. The view from the top is breathtaking, looking into the emptiness of Aror on one hand and verdant green fields fueled by the panacean water of Indus on the other side. The place could be a great camping site but the fear remains on unstable security situation in the area and people prefer to go back before the sunset. This area has seen a lot of conflict in past and it continues into the present.
We sat there in silence, hearing the stories whispered by the faint wind into the vastness of Aror landscape. It was quiet and all we could hear was the tinkling bells of herd going back to their farms in distance. We could see the dim flickering light of the lamps which were lit as soon as the sun set in the west. I remembered a friend telling me that one only finds loneliness in cities and not the solitude. No wonder a lot of saints picked up various spots in this landscape as their eternal abodes.
Where the city of Aror once stood in glory - Pakistan - DAWN.COM