Hairat Zado’n Ke Haal Pe Ho Ik Nigahe Lutf, Muddat Se Phir Rahe Hain Ye Tum Par Fida Huwe

On 27th June 2019, Sarangpur was blessed with Mufaddal Moula’s TUS visit and my family with the fortune of hosting him at our houses for Qadam Mubarak.

Around 11 in the morning, Moula TUS arrived at my brother’s house. In line with the usual practice, my brother was escorting Moula TUS to where the arrangements were made for his sitting. Much to everyone’s surprise, Moula TUS stopped and headed towards a room at a distance of 10-15 footsteps from the entrance door.

Moula TUS instructed that the door of the room be closed. He remained inside, alone. Struck with awe, we started to panic and faces started to drop.

About five minutes later, Moula TUS stepped out of the room with a gleaming smile on his face. Everyone present was perplexed. No one had the faintest idea about what had happened.

Instantaneously, I underwent a revelatory moment. I rushed out to fetch a photograph of Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA which would put everyone’s astonishment to rest. I handed the picture over to my brother Munawwar Hussain. With tears in his eyes, he presented the picture to Mufaddal Moula TUS and uttered: “moula, syedna taher saifuddin hamara ghare tashreef laya che”. Overwhelmed by the realization, he couldn’t go into detail and neither could I.

The smile on Moula’s face grew up. He acknowledged the fact that we had known what had happened a few moments earlier and pointing towards the picture he asked: “aa kon che?”. My brother replied: “hamara dada Gulam Murtaza Essa Bhai che”.

Moula TUS resuscitated a moment in the history;

Nearly seventy years ago, Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA blessed our house with his Qadam Mubarak. During his visit, Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA sat in the very room in which, seventy years later, his grandson chose to stay.

We had an invaluable treasure at our house and Moula TUS brought it to light. Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA used to repeatedly proclaim: “Bhai Burhanuddin ne lai jau ehna qadmo na niche dawlat che”We witnessed the same in his successor.

 

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Baqir Hussain Bhai Kapdawala

Sarangpur, India


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Sa’il Na Kyun Ho Nutq Se Khushtar Teri Zuban, Gohar Fishan Kalam Hai Tere Jawab Ka

On the 5th of December 2018, Mufaddal Moula TUS graced Dahanu Road with his presence and presided over the iftetah of the masjid. On the same day, I was blessed with the sharaf of hosting a Majlis at my house.

En route to my house, I was in luck to accompany Moula TUS in the car. As is customary, Moula TUS quizzed me regarding my business, family, etcetera. Amidst the brief conversation, I picked up some courage and uttered: “moula mein aap si kai puchu?”. “han pucho”, Moula TUS responded with a smile.

With my hands folded I asked: “Moula aapni hobby su che?”.

Everyone present in the car was startled.

Even before my words faded, Moula TUS stated on the instant: “tamara sagla si milwu mari hobby che”, which was followed by a broad grin.

Moula’s TUS instantaneous reply left me, as well as everyone present around totally speechless.

This can only be said by someone who is always heard saying: “tamein mari mohabbat karo cho, ehna karta ghani zyada mein tamara si mohabbat karu chu”.

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Shabbir Bhai Shk Ibrahim Bhai Vora

Dahuna Road, Mumbai, India


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Zah’e Tal’e Hai Khusha Bakht Hai Uske, Naam Labb Par Ho Tera Jaan Jo Tann Se Nikle

Asifiye mvua imemnyea; he who praises rain has been rained upon.

Here begins my story:

In the year 2000, Burhanuddin Moula visited Dar es Salam. I was a five-year-old girl in KG 2 of Al Madrassa tus Saifiyah tul Burhaniyah. It was my cousin’s nikah, and my fuaji got the sharaf of zyafat. So little I made the most of it.

Without being properly mindful of the zyafat rituals, and with extra najwa covers given to me by my father in case of necessity, I decided to use them all for Burhanuddin Moula RA, going to do salaam as many times as I could. I went with my dadima, nanima, masi and a couple times on my own. I was not completely certain, but I sensed that Burhanuddin Moula RA had been noticing me. After keeping on standing in line for salaam more than a few times, I went out to play. However, behind my back, there was a whole other scenario unfolding.

Burhanuddin Moula RA had asked for me; “dikri ne lei awo”. All the daughters in our family were presented to Moula RA but Moula RA kept saying: “nai, wo dikri ne lai awo”.

Soon enough, I was found by my father, who had frantically searched for me everywhere, after the realization that I was the only child who wasn’t presented to Moula RA. As soon as I got near Moula RA, He RA smiled and inquired: su naam che taru?. Terrified and wondering what I may have done wrong to be called for, I uttered my name. My voice couldn’t have been lower because of which I had to repeat the name thrice, each time a little louder.

Moula RA asked me my age. Taken aback again for some reason, my volume went down. In a very low voice, I said five. Again, I had to repeat it. By the third time when Moula RA asked again, I had gathered up some good confidence, which was enough for me to extend my palm right up and say five. Moula RA laughed, stroked my cheek like he used to and instructed my father there: “bhai Mufaddal pase lai jau”.

Shortly after that, I was standing in front of Mufaddal Moula TUS, equally terrified as I had been in front of Burhanuddin Moula RA earlier. But, a little confident too, because, with that cheek stroke and the tabassum I had gotten from Moula RA, I felt stuffed with aplomb. I did salaam to Mufaddal Moula TUS and right after, Moula TUS started quizzing me; asked me Burhanuddin Moula’s name, Syedna Taher Saifuddin saheb’s name, asked me to recite salawaat, and say the names of panjatan paak. I answered everything correctly, with a big smile, feeling proud of myself.

Mufaddal Moula TUS then instructed me to recite Imam Hussain’s shahadat. Unfortunately, I didn’t know it at that time and I said, “school ma hajhi nathi sikhawu”. Upon hearing this, Mufaddal Moula TUS directed me to do matam. I obeyed. Moments later, I was carried away by my father and got busy in playing.

Next thing I remember is being at school the next day and I saw students being given a piece of paper that had Imam Hussain’s AS shahaat on it and everyone had to memorize it that very day.

For a long stretch of time, I used to recall this instance in order to flaunt my chance of having been able to converse with Burhanuddin Moula RA and Mufaddal Moula TUS. However, with time, the episode stemmed into a profound realization of identity for me. Burhanuddin Moula RA inquired about my extrinsic identity and routed me to Mufaddal Moula TUS who’s inquiry was an interpretation of mumin’s intrinsic identity. Ever since then, this realization of abiding by both identities has helped me triumph over the toughest hurdles of life.

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Behn Batul M Mukarram Amiji

Dar es Salam, Tanzania


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Na Mile Tujhsa Jo Dhunde Falak Sar Gashte, Mah’o Khursheed Ki Aankhon Pe Laga Kar Ainak

In the year 2005, I lived through one of the hardest chapters of my life when all of a sudden I sensed an unusual discomfort in my eyes. As much as I was concerned about the problem, I turned a blind eye to it expecting it to be a routine allergic reaction.

In time, the pain escalated and the eyes would constantly exude water to such an extent that I was finding it hard to see. For an instant, I was struck by the fear of losing my sight.

Immediately thereafter, I rushed for a test.

Following an inspection, I was prescribed to put on a pair of glasses. Straight away, I acted on it tracking down a remedy but in vain. Nothing fairly happened other than that the pain worsened.

Plumbing the depths of helplessness, I could perceive darkness chasing me down. I had all but given up hope.

One night, I dreamt myself in the presence of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA. Upon witnessing my state, Moula RA turned, angled himself toward me, and brushed his labb mubarak on my eyes. As I lifted my sight up, I observed a wide smile on His face. All at once, a touch of serenity seeped through me.

I did not recall the dream until the following morning when I put on the spectacles and decided to pull them off then and there. I fell in with something remarkable.

The pain was gone.

I have not endured any pain in my eyes from there on.

With that said, my eyes water, yet, more. Seeing that today, they weep in the remembrance of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.

As a saying in Malay goes; “jauh di mata, dekat di hati” (far from the eyes, close to the heart).


M Quaid Johar Bhai Saifuddin Kagdi

Sungai Petani Kedah, Malaysia


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Ta’at Ke Wast’e Teri Khidmat Ke Wast’e, Ana Huwa Wujud Mein Apna Adum Se Hai

After being assigned to khidmat in Aljamea-tus-Saifiyah, Karachi, a few years later I was summoned by Ameer al-Jamea Syedi Najmuddin Saheb QR to Surat.

Owing to tough financial circumstances, I had to borrow Qardan Hasana from several people during my stay in Surat. Although I was unsure about my return to Karachi, I believed I would have enough time to settle up the debts before heading back home.

Just when I had started to seek comfort in my confidence, I was informed that Burhanuddin Moula RA had instructed me to return to Karachi immediately after Imtehan, which were ending a few days later.

The thought of going back home to Karachi rushed a feeling of warmth, but my blood ran cold the very next moment thinking about the debt.

Not knowing where to go or what to do, I sought refuge in Qubbah Najmiyah, laid my head on the Qabr Mubarak of Syedna Abdeali Saifuddin RA and recited the following verse with tearful eyes.

واجهدني الفقر من مدة * فاعط العطايا يداً بيد

O Moula! Long have I been tested by hardships. Bestow upon me from your treasures without further delay.

Imtehan would end the next day, and I would leave the day after.

On the following day, Moulana RA presided over wada bethak and bestowed a ‘wada nu salam’ upon every talabat and khidmat guzar who attended Imtehaan.

Just like everyone else, I performed salam and Moulana RA handed me the ‘wada nu salam’.

At the time that I was leaving, Moulana RA turned towards Miyansaheb al-Shaikh Ibrahim Yamani Saheb and expressed a gesture which I could not comprehend.

Without any delay, Miyansaheb conveyed an envelope to Moulana RA, which Moulana RA then handed over to me with a broad smile.

Excited. Humbled. Overwhelmed. Puzzled. I performed shukr and left.

Expecting a letter or Misal Mubarak, I opened the other envelope.

Left dumbstruck, I fell on my knees. The envelope took in the precise amount I had needed to settle my debts.

How? I wondered with tears running down my cheeks. I relived what I had done the night before and got the answer.


Marhoom Janab Shk Ismail Bhai Mulla Ali Hussain Hoshangabadwala

Karachi, Pakistan


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Light-eyed, regular height, and a fair complexion; Janab Shk Ismail Bhai would never go unnoticed. He was a blend of both; discipline and tenderness. He would never forget to wear a smile, yet, his presence would be enough to straighten things at times. Given the status he held, some may think he would have been out of reach, however, he was always one of all.

Even in the final years of khidmat, when he was enduring severe medical difficulties, he always made a point to attend Aljamea. Every time when students would pay him a visit at his residence, he would always mention his desire to have the final breaths of his life in Aljamea. Such was his extraordinary love for a place that he served for fifty years.

Janab left us on 27th Rajab 1438 in Karachi at the time of Imtehan. Upon hearing the news of his end, Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS stated; “Ghani mohti raat lidi che”, “pachas waras lag khidmat kidi”.

As we celebrate fifty years of Aljamea’s campus in Karachi, we can perceive Janab’s presence among us. Someone of his sort can never be forgotten. Hence, he is not missed. Missed are those who leave.

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Gilman’o Hur Jinn’o Malak Ins’o Wahsh’o Tair, In Mein Se Kon Hai Jo Tera Madh Khwan Nahin

Qurbana; a word in the Pashto language referred to someone you’d sacrifice your life for. That is how Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA is remembered by the Pashtuns who are in luck to have met him.

The year 1996 was the last time Burhanuddin Moula RA visited Quetta. It was a visit, which has become a part of our very existence. It will never part from us.

During the visit, mumineen of Quetta were blessed to host a picnic for Him RA at Hanan guesthouses.

In one instance, Burhanuddin Moula RA was calmly seated on the balcony of the guest house with a few mumineen around him.

In the meanwhile, I saw a Pashtun in possession of a Chakor (the national bird of Pakistan). I instantly closed in on him perceiving the opportunity of carrying the bird to Moula RA.

It is worth mentioning that the Chakor is considered as a sacred bird by the Pashtuns. It is rarely sold, and usually, the Pashtuns who own it, do not let it out of their sight.

Here, the Pashtun readily handed over the bird to me.

I held on to the bird and presented it to Burhanuddin Moula RA. “Moula aa chakor che” I uttered. Moula RA took a look at the bird and offered a smile. Before I could say anything more, someone from the scene mentioned; “Moula aanu gosht ghanu lazeez hoi che”. 

Moula RA attended the person, rounded his gaze back to me and stated with a beaming smile on his face; “khaiye to khabar parhe ke kitnu lazeez che”. Despite everyone around reacted with a giggle, I was tensed. Having had done what Moula RA wished for was a bit of a task.

The Pashtun had witnessed everything that had happened.

As I handed the Chakor back to him, I somehow managed to mention Moula’s RA desire of savouring the bird. I was certain of his denial. Surprisingly, he pulled a knife out of his pocket and cut the bird open. I was struck dumb. He instructed me to have the bird broiled and presented to Moula RA.

Following a short while, I presented the Chakor to Burhanuddin Moula RA. The instant He RA saw the bird, He exclaimed; “Hamna to jeewtu laya tha”The bliss was evident.

Moula RA extended his hath mubarak and took a morsel of the Chakor. All eyes were on him. Everyone including myself expected that Moula RA would describe the savour of the Chakor. Instead, He RA chose to express his delight in an unexpected way. He RA stated; “aa Chakor Bhai Mufaddal ne apo”

It has been twenty-two years since the happening. Things have changed. Yet, somethings last forever. Above is a perfect exemplar.

Today, as we celebrate His RA Milaad Mubarak, we know that He RA is still with us.

I say this the same way I used to say before; Moula Mubarak, Moula Mubarak.

But yes, today, my eyes tear.

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Narration by Shk Saifuddin Bhai Badri

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Quetta, Pakistan


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Pila Kas’ae Wasl Bakhsh Jaan Meri, Na Taqat Judai Ki Mujh Zaar Mein Hai

It was the year of 1988 when my garments and accessories business was going through a negative dip. I was suffering as a creditor as my debtors would refuse to payback which would disable me from paying my suppliers.

One day, I received a phone call from a supplier which stopped me hard in my track. I was asked to payback 27000 Indian Rupees, shortly.

I returned home for lunch with a heavy heart trying to plot a way to avoid the supplier and gain some time to figure out how to arrange the money. A million mixed thoughts went through my mind. In in the interim I opened the fridge and extended my arm to grab some water when I saw a glass containing “Burhanuddin Moula RA nu labb mubarak nu barakati sharbat”.

It had become our habit to keep adding to the sharbat and have it in rough times.

I took hold of the shabrat, had a small sip, closed my eyes, remembered Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and said in my heart “Moula! madad karo”.

Unsure of what to do and too embarrassed to go back to the shop I decided to stay home.

A while later I received a call, this time from my shop, which again came as a bolt from the blue. A customer had come to my shop and wanted to purchase a large quantity of material.

I rushed to the shop.

The customer, who I never saw before wanted to purchase everything that was dead stock to me on a profit of 30,000 Rupees.

I was taken aback.

We have heard Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS often state “Burhanuddin Moula paase hazaaro farishta che”.

I am a living testament.


Yusuf Bhai Shk Fakhruddin Bhai Dhuliawala

Mumbai, India


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Tere Ahwaal Pe Ehmad Dil Khasta Zarur, Nazar’e Lutf Shahe Kaun’o Makan Rakhte Hain

Al Hayy Al Muqaddas Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA graced Calcutta with His presence 29 years ago, but little did I know that my fate was being rewritten.

Back then, during a ladies qadambosi bethak, my mother, with the 4 month-old me in her hands, was waiting in the queue. Her turn was yet to come, as a khidmatguzar showed up, “Maula farmave che ke farzand ni gardan ne sambhale”.

No distance too great for His RA nazar; no mumin overlooked from his extraordinary shafaqat.

Thereupon, when it was our turn to do qadambosi, Maulana RA instructed my mother to place me under His RA blessed feet: Exhibiting monumental amount of generosity, Maula RA gently placed His toe on my head.

Unable to contemplate the episode, we returned home.

3 years later, one fine day, my mother and I were aboard a hand-pulled rickshaw rushing full-speed, when in the midst of traffic commotion, the rickshaw operator applied sudden brakes. Losing all semblance of balance, I flew out of the rickshaw and fell squarely in the middle of the busy road.

As I laid unconscious with heaps of blood oozing out of my head, my mother, in a state of pain and panic started crying for help: zor zor si Burhanuddin Maula nu naam pukarva laaga. Out of nowhere a mumin bhai turned up, and we reached the hospital. As for my condition, I underwent a thorough examination. After several scans and x-rays, the surprised doctors informed us that there were no signs of an internal damage despite the nature of the accident. This, according to them was contrary to reason.

It was then, when we recalled what Burhanuddin Moula RA had done three years since.

Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin graced Calcutta with his presence 29 years ago, and I am sure a lot of fates were rewritten, a lot of souls were reborn, a lot lives were revived, and a lot of miracles happened, and are still happening.

I am sure.


Fakhruddin Aliasghar Bhai Kothambwala

Pune, India


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Ilaj’e Nafs Ki Dawar Tere Nazdeek Kamil Hai, Muhawwaj Jism Khaki Hai Tabibo’n Ki Dawai Ka

Six days after my daughter in law had delivered a boy, she started to feel uneasy. We were busy procuring the arrangements for his chatti.

Reflexively, she took some antibiotics and got herself engaged in the preparations.

On the following night, as we had just finished with the chatti, she suddenly collapsed.

She was fuming with fever as we rushed to the hospital.

Immediately after being observed, she underwent an emergency test.

I could sense an unwonted haste in the doctors voice as he appeared with the reports, urging us to immediately head to Indore for a surgery.

Only then we sensed that something was really wrong, when the doctor uttered: “I hope she can make it to Indore”. Which, according to him, seemed absurd.

We reached Indore.

People who saw my daughter being pulled out of the car believed we were carrying a dead body.

For the next few hours, we saw a group of doctors coming in and out of the ICU, without anyone explaining the condition precisely.

A few hours later, the head surgeon came to us. “the whole body is filled with poison, we cannot operate” he said. According to him, everything was infected, except the lungs, which was the only reason she was still alive.

“It is just a matter of time now” he concluded.

Later, we came to know that a surgery was only possible if the poison would stop spreading, which, according to the doctors was not happening. Antibiotics had failed.

I overheard one of the doctors saying that there were slim chances that she will even survive the night.

Standing outside the ICU with a crying 7 day old in my hands, I was looking at his mother with tubes running through her body.

Unable to react, I resorted back to every mumin’s first instinct.

It was the eve of Imam Hasan’s AS shahadat.

Mufaddal Moula TUS was in Baroda at that time.

I captured an image of my daughter in the ICU and sent it to a relative in Baroda, who somehow managed to extend an araz for shifa promptly.

Upon looking at the image and listening to the araz, Mufaddal Moula TUS affirmed : “shifa che, behn na qarabat aney dosto ne kaho ke behn waste dua e kamil parhe, dua che”.

The message was conveyed.

Every single mumin living in Shajapur, who were in masjid for shahadat majlis at that time, recited dua e kamil for the life of my daughter.

Following this, late at night, I went home.

I stood in front of Moula’s TUS picture and placed the child underneath it.

With my hands folded and tears flowing, I kept repeating: “moula aa nahna farzand na waste ehna maa ne zindagi aapi do, moula aap bachawi lo, aap mara dikri ne bachawso ne?, aa farzand waste bachawso ne?”.

In the morning, when I reached the hospital, I was stunned.

The operation was already underway. The poison had miraculously stopped spreading, and had also started to weaken.

After several hours, the operation ended.

2.5 liters of poisonous  fluid was piped out of the body. Everything was under control, and I could hear the voices “she is safe”.

How?

The doctors did not have any answer. I did.

Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.
Imam Hassan’s AS shahadat raat, who was poisoned.
Dua e Kamil.
Prayers of mumineen.

Believe it or not, that’s the very recipe of earning a second life.


Rehana Behn Nooruddin Bhai Bohra

Shajapur, India


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Z’kar’e Bast’e Mi Andesh’o Dil Shikast’e Mada’r, Ki Aab’e Chishm’e Haiwan Darun’e Tareeki Ast – Saadi Shirazi/Gulistan

At different times in my life Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA and Moulana Mufuddal Saifuddin TUS have blessed me with their presence in my dreams.

Sometimes, to forewarn, other times to bless me with the sharaf of didaar.

There have been times when both Moula have come to ask me about myself, knowing I was not born in this community and became a muminah only after marriage. All these dreams have transformed me into what I am today, a sincere believer, and have remained a truthful guidance throughout my journey.

I have done araiz, spoken my heart’s worst fears and shed tears. Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA and Moulana Mufuddal Saifuddin TUS have held me tight in their fold. Knowing I do not always have means to travel to their hazrat imamiyah, they have always kept the connection alive.

Recently, after Ashara Mubarakah of 1438H, Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS came in my dream. He was sitting at the head of a long table. I rushed to grab the empty chair on his right.

Moula TUS then inclined to his right, in His TUS unique way when He is saying something that he wants to be payed attention to, and stated; “tamaru Je suwal che ehnu jawaab che Haan”. 

He TUS also said something else which I understood to be, that soon after a waaz of His TUS, my problem will be resolved.

In my dream I had already started frantically thinking what my suwaal was? I was literally running this dream over and over in my head when I woke up in the morning. I assumed that it was probably an answer to my constant worrying about my husbands’ work and the fact that the last few years had been very unpredictable and he was forced to move from his business to a job, back to a business and now back in the job market.

Two days later a job opportunity arose for my husband and on the day of Syedi Fakhruddin Shaheed’s Urus Mubarak, after Moula TUS had delivered the Waaz Mubarak in Galiyakot, here in Karachi, my husband was offered the job and was asked to confirm with a yes or no forthwith.

In the middle of our apprehensions we realized Moula TUS had already answered the suwaal for us. We had to say ‘Haan’.

My husband satisfactorily got the job, and sitting thousands of miles away, He TUS made it happen.


 Behn Lamya Mufaddal Bhai Faizullahboy

Karachi, Pakistan


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