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The Hidden One

In the grand fort of Daulatabad, a princess was born in 1638 to Emperor Aurangzeb and his cherished consort, Dilras Banu Begum. She was christened Zeb Un Nisa, her very name meaning “ornament of womankind.” The youngest of her sisters, Zeb Un Nisa, grew up surrounded by the opulence of the Mughal harem at the Red Fort, under the spiritual guidance of her Sufi uncle Dara Shikoh and her wise aunt Jahanara Begum.

From her earliest days, she was captivated by poetry, spending hours immersed in literature, her mind dancing among the verses of Persian and Urdu poets. As she blossomed into adulthood, Zeb Un Nisa cultivated her own literary voice and gathered the greatest poets of the Mughal Empire in her private council. Adopting the pen name Makhfi, the Concealed One, she wove magic with her words, always returning to one intoxicating theme: Love.

Her father, Emperor Aurangzeb, was the most powerful man in India, unyielding in his faith and rule, yet also deeply affectionate towards his daughter. He could grant her nearly anything… but not the freedom to love. In his regal mind, a king’s greatest ornament was not compassion but ego, and this, above all, he wore with pride.

One fateful journey led Zeb Un Nisa to Lahore alongside her father and his court. Lahore, with its timeless gardens and palaces, enchanted the princess. Among the nobles in the city was Aqil Khan, a valiant chief, skilled with both sword and verse. He fell hopelessly in love with the princess who sang of love itself. Zeb Un Nisa, ethereal and enigmatic, bewitched the warrior-poet.

Under the blossoming Chinar trees, the two exchanged poems, soaring verses that soon bubbled through the Mughal court and whispered their secret to Emperor Aurangzeb. Enraged by their rebellion, Aurangzeb decreed the end of this forbidden affair. Zeb Un Nisa refused to surrender: her poetry became even more impassioned, a clandestine testament to her love.

The emperor sought to marry her to another, but she, steadfast and spirited, resisted, her aunt Jahanara pleading in her defence. The jealous rivals, thwarted by the princess’s resolve, ensnared Aqil Khan in a plot: a poisoned message from Delhi warned him that grave punishment awaited if he pursued the princess. Terrified, Aqil Khan exiled himself, and the heartbreaking silence between the lovers followed. Makhfi, the princess poet, poured her anguish into her verses, her agony veiled by the elegance of her words.

Years later, the truth surfaced. Aqil Khan learned that he had been deceived, and, with hope rekindled, rushed to Delhi. There, the lovers’ misunderstanding dissolved in the safety of the poets’ council. But Aurangzeb, humiliated by the chief’s audacity, exacted the ultimate revenge: he ensured that Aqil Khan would pay with his life. Zeb Un Nisa stood helpless as her beloved was slain by her father’s orders.

Grief-stricken yet unyielding, Zeb Un Nisa aided her rebellious brother, Akbar, in opposition to the emperor. When her father discovered her subversive acts, he imprisoned her in Salimgarh Fort. Stripped of all worldly comforts and cut off from those she loved, she spent the next twenty years in confinement, her pain sublimated into poetry. She found solace in Sufism, echoing the spiritual legacy of her aunt Jahanara.

Zeb Un Nisa never again saw open skies or fragrant gardens. Her verses, full of aching love, loss, and longing, are all that remain of her remarkable spirit. When she passed away in 1702 at the age of 64, the precise location of her grave slipped away into myth; some say she rests in Agra’s Sikandra, others in Lahore.

Hidden in history, yet alive in her poetry, Zeb Un Nisa remains Makhfi: the concealed one. Not simply an emperor’s daughter, but a Sufi mystic, a poet of love, and a woman who defied the limits of her world.




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