Aur Aankho Ka Surma Banane, Ko Ae Moula Teri Khaak e Paa Loon

با یاد تو میخوابم در خواب تو را بینم
از خواب چو برخیزم اول تو به یاد آیی

I sleep with your memories; I see you in my sleep

Whenever I wake up; you are the first to come to my mind.

At times, for the purpose of clearly seeing, one needs to close the eyes. My story serves as a perfect supplement to the above Persian couplet.

In the year 2011, my father sustained a peculiar condition in his eyes in which he lost all control of his eyelid reflex. So much so that we had to lift his eyelids upwards whenever required; and every time, they would drop down after a couple of seconds.

Shattered and devastated, we scrambled to consult numerous eye surgeons who attended to the case stunned. As an immediate measure, they prescribed botox injections since they were not able to comprehend the reason behind the sudden and complete failure of corneal reflexes.

At the same time, we consulted Dr. Pettarusp M. Wadia, among the renowned neurologists in Mumbai. Upon witnessing my father’s state communicating and moving about with his eyelids shut, the doctor observed that the condition is very unusual as it may happen to one in a thousand and that he had never come across a case of this condition with such severity. In a grim tone, he advised continuing with the botox injections.

All that was light in our lives sometime before turned to darkness. As days passed, hope continued to get dimmer and at one point, even a glimmer of it was difficult to see.

Almost a year passed and nothing changed. My father would barely manage to use his eyes a couple of times throughout the day after somebody would assist him in lifting his eyelids up.

I was living in Marol at that time and my father was living with my elder brother in Dhulia. Bearing in mind my father’s condition, it was a norm for me to cry myself to sleep at night.

Just when I could not see any ray of hope, one night, I had a dream and everything changed after that.

I saw myself sitting in Raudat Tahera along with my brother from Dhulia and we were waiting for Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin’s RA didar. Burhanuddin Moula RA arrived in the miyana shareef with Mufaddal Moula TUS at his side. Moving across the ramp, Burhanuddin Moula RA directed for the miyana shareef to be stopped just where we were standing. Mufaddal Moula TUS remained next to Burhanuddin Moula RA as mumineen did didar.

With tears flowing down my face and hands folded, I wished ‘kaash moula ni qadambosi naseeb thai jai’. At that very point in time, Mufaddal Moula TUS indicated a khidmat guzaar present there to call me and my brother on the ramp for qadambosi.

We stepped up and sat near Burhanuddin Moula’s RA feet. As I was looking at Moula RA in tears, Mufaddal Moula TUS stated: “tamne kai araz karwi che, to karo”. I attempted to present the araz for my father but was unable to utter even a word. Mufaddal Moula TUS leaned towards me and added: “tamara bawaji ni je araz karwa aya cho ye karo”.

Moula TUS was hearing it all.

I further broke down into tears and managed to utter: “moula mara bawaji ne shifa thai”. Upon hearing the araz, Burhanuddin Moula RA turned towards Mufaddal Moula TUS and looked straight in his eyes for a while; no words.

Thereafter, with an assuring gesture on his face, Mufaddal Moula TUS stated: “tamara bawaji ne kaho roz Imam Hussain na ashura na din ni dua allahumma anta thiqati parhe”. In a cracking voice, I uttered: ‘Jee Moula’, presented salaam and shukr najwa, and retreated with pouring eyes. Mufaddal Moula TUS called for me and said: “Bhai aaje aa raqam ni tamne zyada zarurat che, ainda aik din awse teware araz karjo, mein lais”.

I woke up. Everything I saw felt real. I instantly relayed the dream to my father. Little did I know that our fortunes are going to change.

Immediately thereafter, my father started to gain control of his corneal reflexes, and not before long, the condition simply faded away. All those including the doctors who had observed my father’s state knew that my father had witnessed a miracle.

However, a complete transformation of the dream into the miraculous reality of our lives was yet to take place. A few months later, on the 23rd of Zilqadat al-Haraam coinciding 27th of September 2013, Friday, we were blessed with the zyafat sharaf of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS; it happened in Rauzat Tahera and Mufaddal Moula TUS was present in the precise manifestation as I had seen him in the dream; and this time around, it was my father himself who presented the shukr najwa to Moula TUS who had stated earlier: “mein lais”.

Overwhelmed and unable to utter a word, my father stood in front of Moula TUS; each time he blinked, streams of tears flowed through his eyes, and that is how he conveyed to Moula TUS that he is never going to stop remembering him, not even for a blink of an eye.

Moula TUS listened, placed his haath mubarak on my father’s hands, and with a beaming smile, looked into his tearful eyes ensuring that he is never going to let him slip into the darkness, here and also in the hereafter.

Zainulabedeen Bhai and his father Hussain Bhai Patel (performing araz) in their zyafat at Raudat Tahera.

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Zainulabedeen Hussain Bhai Patel

Bangalore, India


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Shaikho Ka Ilm Zor Jawano Ka Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Hudd-e-Mushtarik Hai Goya Shaikh-o-Shabaab Mein

Doret begardam (may I circle around you forever): a Persian phrase to express the highest affection and love for someone residing in the heart as the focal point, commonly used while addressing the parents, is what I utter whenever I remember Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA and relive the moments I spent in his presence during his visits to Chicago.

Of all the unforgettable instances, the most elating for me is what happened on the evening of the 4th of July, 1986.

It was the close of the day and Burhanuddin Moula RA, along with Busaheba Amatullah Aisaheba QR, was sitting in the backyard of our house over the evening snacks. Suddenly, the calm and stillness of a routine windy night in Chicago were interrupted by the loud booms and whistles of the fireworks.

With his eyes lit up, Moula RA inquired: “aa kena waste che”?. I responded: “Moula aaje 4th of July che, ehna fireworks che”.

“Mane lai jau”, Moula RA replied with a pearly smile.

I stood there rooted to the spot and only managed to utter “Jee Moula”. Like the state of anyone living in Chicago and driving to the downtown, I was consumed with the thought of the most trivial, yet critical issue: where would I find a parking spot for Moula RA to step out of the car? And considering it was the night of the 4th of July, I was convinced it was impossible.

My heart sank.

I entered downtown only to find that the situation was much more unfavorable than I had expected. With the police patrolling the entire area, I kept driving along in search of a place to stop the car briefly so that at least Moula RA could step out; however, in vain.

After a while, I managed to spot a place in a no-parking zone around Buckingham Fountain; panic-stricken and nervous I pulled the car over. The next moment, I was surrounded by the police sternly gesturing and directing me to get the car moving.

Numb and dejected, I attempted to talk through with the officer approaching the car in a cracking voice from my driving seat. Just as I began to talk, the officer interrupted and directed me to drive on in a tough tone.

Lost in bewilderment and desperate to seek a way so that Moula RA could step out, I uttered to the officer in a pleading voice: “Sir, I have an old man with me in the car“. The officer leaned forward and glanced at Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA in the rear seat; Moula RA greeted him with a smile.

For a good few moments, the officer stood there in awe. Thereupon, reverently nodding, he gestured towards Moula RA to exit the car and drew back.

Calm and collected, Moula RA gracefully turned to step out; I was sweating and gasping for breath. Just before leaving the car, Moula RA placed his haath mubarak on my shoulder with a gentle grip, blessed me with a healing smile, and articulately stated: “old man na kaho”.

For the next hour or more, I was circling around Chicago’s downtown in my car with tears in my eyes revisiting what had just transpired as it resonated with Moulana Taher Saifuddin’s RA words for Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA: ‘this eternally young [nawjawaan] is me, and a boundless carrier of knowledge’.

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Moula RA in Shk Ammar Bhai’s backyard in 1986.
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Moula RA at Shk Ammar Bhai’s apartment in downtown in 2001.

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Shk Ammar Bhai Moosaabhoy

Chicago, USA


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Aankhon Mein Jiski Hai Tere Khaak-e-Qadam Ki Qadr, Ikseer Ki Jahaan Mein Usko Talab Nahi

The desire to witness the spectacle of metal turning into gold and the miracle of the dead coming back to an immortal life have been at the heart of mankind’s pursuit of the elixir also known as the philosopher’s stone.

I can say with utmost conviction that I have lived the aforesaid transformations.

It was the year 2016 and Mufaddal Moula TUS was in Karachi for Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA milaad when I first got a glimpse of Moula in person. Taken along by my mother for the bethak I was lumbering behind her with a broken and bleeding toe amidst a massive crowd of women crying.

Hesitant, confused, and wanting to slip out of the queue at the first possible chance, I somehow reached the bethak. As I looked up to Moula, my eyes met his warm gaze and I froze.

The elixir was in effect. My life changed.

Fast-forwarding to 16th September 2017, Moula was in Karachi for Asharah Mubarakah and I was heading to Burhani Mahal for the bethak; however, this time with eyes full of tears, heart exploding with the desire to acquire the sight of his beaming countenance, and every inch of my existence willing to swim oceans and walk scorching deserts to get a touch of his hands.

This was not me. I was unable to comprehend what was happening to me. It was the elixir-pull.

As I neared Moula, I sobbed. Unlike the norm of salaam, I clasped both the arms of Moula and cried: “moula mein aapne nai choru, jab tak aap nahi kahenge ke aap mere ghar aaenge”.

The dealings of the bethak came to an impromptu halt.

Moula responded with a sparkling grin as I remained in the same state and repeated the very words for a fine ten to fifteen seconds.

As I walked back, the reactions on the faces of the people around Moula made me realize that I might have landed myself in hot water and that I will never be allowed to be in this place again.

Regardless, somehow, I was at the bethak again the very next day with my mother.

I was standing at a side in the hall eagerly hoping no one would remember me from the previous day when a behnsaab approached and asked me to get in the qadambosi queue. I hesitated initially as I did not want to be in the spotlight again after creating a scene less than twenty-four hours ago but submitted myself into the line upon insistence.

As I neared Moula, I saw the smile on his face widening, and making use of that, I voiced: “Moula mein aapko remind karwane aayee hun ke aapko mere ghar aana hai”.

The buzzing in the hall fell into complete silence as everybody stood in shock and awe.

Moula nodded and I bolted out of the hall.

On the 8th of October, Sunday, I was informed that Moula wished to visit my house. He remembered, was my first reaction to the news. As we scrambled to make preparations, I felt the house was grooming itself for Moula’s visit.

When I saw Moula walking towards my house, I broke down in tears in front of him and he stated: “pehla din awi ne mane kidu hatu ke mara ghare padharo, mein awi gayo”.

The next fifteen minutes seemed like a lifetime. We poured our hearts out to him in form of words, tears, and emotions. He listened to all of it, perceived the unsaid, and placed his haath mubarak on us assuring we need not worry as he is always going to be there.

Just before Moula was about to leave, he looked at me as I had my gaze fixated on him. My heart was crying a lot that I could not bring to words but I could perceive Moula was hearing it all.

At that moment, with tears running down my face and hands folded, I uttered: “I love you so much Moula”.

With moist eyes and a warm smile, Moula looked at me as a father would regard his daughter who has come back to life from death.

What is an elixir? The answer rests below.

Mufaddal Moula arriving at Amatullah (Ambreen) Behn’s house.

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Behn Amatullah (Ambreen) Fakhruddin Bhai Valika

Karachi, Pakistan


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Mushkil Mein Gar Pukaroon Moula To Ho Kifayat, Kya Khoob Hai Ye Rishta Moula Se Mere Dil Ka

‘Parwardigaar’ – an expression in Persian literally meaning ‘the one who looks after someone’s upbringing sacrificing everything for the cause’; is what I utter whenever I call to memory Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA and Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.

Here is why:

Back in 2010 when I was expecting my son Burhanuddin, nauseous and bilious I used to barely eat at night. On one such instance, I went to sleep without eating anything at all.

Through the midnight, I had a dream where I saw Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS standing by the main gate of my building. As I walked towards the gate, I saw Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA at the back seated in a car with a concerned look on his face.

When I came to the gate, Mufaddal Moula TUS extended towards me a dish of food in his hands pronouncing: “tame jama nathi ne, aa jami lo”. After a short pause, Moula TUS added “hamne gawara nathi ke hamara koi mumin raate bhuka sui”.

With tears in my eyes I said “jee Moula, mein jami lais”. At the very moment, the concerned look of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA turned into a beaming smile.

It was past midnight and with my hands folded and tears rolling down the cheeks, I uttered “Moula mara ghare to awiye” to which Mufaddal Moula TUS replied “hajhi hamne ghana gharo ma jawanu che”.

I woke up and decided to have something from the night’s mawaid thaali only to realize it contained the same food Moula brought for me in the dream.

Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA often said “mane din raat tamari fikar che, mara har saans ma tamari fikar che”.

Wherever, whenever, however, He is always there.


Behn Tasneem Mulla Yusuf Bhai Joharglasswala

Karachi, Pakistan


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Ishtiyaq Ke Beh Didar-e-Tu Darad Dil-e-Man, Dil-e-Man Danad o-Man Danam o-Dil Danad o-Man

A smile, a nod, and a pair of words: the formula of a divine elixir.

My story goes back to the year 1435/2014 when Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS was present in Yemen during the first ten days of Ramadan. I was fortunate to be there at that time and members of my family, including my brother and sons, intended to be part of the historic safar mubarak.

Bookings were made for the 5th of Ramadan with the Emirates International Airline. Since the visa type was on-arrival, travel logistics were expected to be carried through smoothly. However, the case was otherwise on the day of travel.

Upon checking in the airport, the authorities refused to hand over the boarding passes informing that they had not received an okay-to-board confirmation from the airlines and officials in Yemen. It came to my family as a shock when they realized that their luggage was being offloaded from the aircraft. They tried to get assistance from the immigration personnel but in vain.

As it seemed, the travel was off.

Dejected and downhearted, my brother contacted me to convey the upsetting news. I tried to get in touch with the agents in Yemen but they were out of reach. At that moment in time, Aqa Moula TUS was leading the Maghreb namaz in Masjid Mansur al-Yemen.

Following the namaz, when Moula TUS was heading to Syedna Hatim’s RA zyarat, I had an araz made about the matter, upon which, Moula TUS attentively inquired about the issue they were facing at the airport.

With an assured smile, Moula TUS said: “thai jaase”. He walked a few steps, turned back, blessed me with the nazar mubarak and reassured with a nod: “aawi jaase”.

Moula TUS was in my vision yet and the words were still echoing in the ears was when I got a call from my brother. Almost when they were about to exit the airport, the authorities decided to allow the travel to go through. Moreover, the immigration officer personally took the matters in hand and guaranteed them that he would have the luggage put back in the aircraft even though it was almost time for the take-off.

It was the divine elixir that had come into play.

Next day, we were sitting at the same place where the araz was made a day earlier when Moula TUS walked past us. I presented a shukr araz to which Moula TUS smiled and said: “aawi gaya ne.”

In this time of difficulties, it is this smile, nod, and the words of hope that shall lead us through to him soon.


Shk Mustafa Bhai Khambat

Karachi, Pakistan


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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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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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Koi Tujhsa Zamane Mein Aur Shehzade Sa Alam Mein, Pidar Howe To Mein Ja’nu Pisar Howe To Mein Ja’nu

At the time of Shehzadi Sakina Behnsaab’s demise, Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA visited Karachi.

Earlier, I received the news that I had conceived.

During Moulana’s visit, a qadambosi bethak was arranged for doctors. My husband who was going to attend the bethak was assigned the task of seeking a name for the child.

Hence, with the help of a khidmat guzar, we managed to draft a required araz, and my husband, who was not totally confident on getting the opportunity, carried the araz to the bethak.

As my husband appeared for qadambosi, he presented the araz and uttered “moula naam waste araz che”. With a brief look on the araz Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA replied “qurratul ain Bhai Mufaddal ne pucho”. My husband unexpectedly repeated “moula aap naam aapo” to which Burhanuddin Moula RA greeted him with the same words.

He stood there blunt, unaware of what to do next. Moula RA stated again “qurratul ain Bhai Mufaddal ne pucho”, and he was out of the queue.

Ensuingly, a khdimat guzar who was close by, guided him to Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS, Shehzada then.

Disheartened by the fact of not procuring the name from Burhanuddin Moula RA, the rue forced him to remain silent.

Mufaddal Moula TUS had a keen look at him, apparently realizing what was going through his mind, sought a pen and inscribed two names on the araz.

With a sense of discontentment, my husband returned home.

Just as we unfolded the araz, we were baffled. Two names for a boy, and none for a girl. A sense of bleakness seized us.

Ignorantly, my husband abandoned the araz, and exited the scene.

Nothing went as planned.

Six months later, on one afternoon, my husband was holding the araz in his hand, with tears flowing down his cheeks.

What happened earlier that day was, that I underwent a routine ultra sound, which revealed that I was carrying twins.

Everything that had happened six months earlier started to fall into place.

The series of events that occurred thereafter can be easily comprehended.

Friday, on the day of Imam Hussain’s AS chehlum, I delivered twin boys, Hussain and Burhanuddin.

We can undoubtedly understand today, how much He TUS loves the two names, and what they mean to Him TUS.


 Behn Fatema tus Sugra Dr Sohail Bhai Rangwala

Karachi, Pakistan


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Teri Taraf Khayal Jo Bandha Hai Bandha Hai, Hum Wo Nahin Ke Jiski Nazar Chaar Su Rahe

In the year 1433H, on 30th Shawwal Mukarram, I was blessed with the sharaf of misaq upon the haath mubarak of Mufaddal Moula TUS, then mansoos of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.

While seated in the queue, as I awaited my turn, I curiously kept noticing Moulana TUS, as He TUS was greeting everyone with a radiant smile. And so, I kept praying “moula mari taraf bhi dekhi ne tabassum farmawe”.

It was my turn then, and I advanced towards Moula TUS.

Just as I sat in front of Moula TUS, somebody else presented an araz and Moula TUS turned to him and attended the araz. My turn ended, and I was out.

Following the bethak, I could not stop crying. I kept pleading as my tears flowed “moula ye maari taraf dekhi ne tabassum na kidu, maara ghana gunah che”. 

With my eyes full of tears and heart filled with grief, I fell asleep. That very night, I had a dream.

I was sitting on a road, amongst a crowd of mumineen who were waiting for Mufaddal Moula’s TUS arrival. I had somehow managed to get a place in the first row.

After a while, Moula TUS arrived.

As Moula TUS moved forth me, He TUS stopped. With a beaming tabassum on His TUS face, Moula TUS turned to me and affirmed “mein ye gai kaale taru misaaq lidu thu ne?”“Jee Moula” I replied in a trembling voice.

With an unceasing tabassum, Moula TUS then further asked  “tu khush che?”, to which I somehow managed to respond “Jee Moula”, and He TUS then progressed ahead stating “mane bhi ghani khushi thai che”.

Moula usually states “mumineen mane tamari ghani fikar che”, and these are not just words. Its a promise.


Behn Hussaina Sheikh Abdulhussain Burhani

Karachi, Pakistan

Account contributed by Behn Ruqaiyah Mandarsaurwala.


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Ab Aur Tujhsa Kaheen Kiya Koi Kareem Mile, Sila’e Madhe Jahan Jannat un Na’eem Mile

Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin’s TUS discourses comprise of various elements, amongst which, some remain constant. Dua mubarak and prayers for mumineen is one of them. Whatever the occasion, whichever the place, the portion of dua mubarak is something which is always a part of His TUS discourses.

On one instance, during His TUS waaz mubarak on the Urs Mubarak of Syedna Qutbuddin Shaheed RA in Ahmedabad, Moulana TUS was praying for mumineen, pleading Allah TA for the safety of mumineen from all kinds of worldly and unworldly disasters, diseases and distresses.

Amidst His plea, Moulana TUS, with a keen intent, specifically did dua mubarak for those who were burned. It was something not common. I was surprised, and it kept me wondering.

Until after the waaz mubarak, I received an arzi by a mumin, requesting dua mubarak and shifa from Moulana TUS concerning a child who was severely burned. What happened thereafter was no surprise. The child was saved, and is living happily under the thanda saaya of our beloved Moula TUS.

It was then, when I was able to comprehend the cause of Moulana’s TUS sudden dua mubarak for the burnt.

It is apparent how the spontaneous and ‘unheard of’ dua mubarak expressed by Moulana TUS and the events that took place afterwards were anything but a coincidence.

Moulana TUS is our spiritual father and mother, and thus, He TUS listens to our hearts.


Marhoom Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim

Mumbai, India


It is suffice to say that Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim had the sharaf of serving Moulana TUS and His TUS honorable family his entire life. He had a habit of sharing his reflections based on the countless shanaat of Huzureala TUS he frequently used to witness.

This account was narrated by Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim to Mulla Mufaddal Bhai Shk Zainuddin Bhai during Janab’s visit to Colombo, following Moulana’s TUS safar mubarak to Ahmedabad in the year 1436. Mulla Mufaddal Bhai had the pleasure of hosting Janab in Saifee Villa.


TRIBUTE

Seldom does one come across a unique personality whose loss creates a void in the lives of many – and to this league belonged Janab Sh Mustafa Bhai Currim.

The devastating news of his sudden demise stunned mumineen into shock, disbelief and total despair.

Sh Mustafa Bhai was a warrior. He had the voice of a gladiator and the soft heart of a true friend. He was the battle-horse amongst the other steeds, trained and disciplined in the art of khidmat.

He was an exemplary personality, the perfect blend of character, yin and yang. He was your teacher, your friend, your mentor, your adviser, someone you know you could count on, and always lent you his ear. All this along with fact that he was one of the most renowned, most trusted and most dynamic khidmat guzaars of our time.

Some may ask, “what did he do?” “what did he handle?”. I would reply, “you’re asking the wrong question, what didn’t he do?” No-one would ever know what his responsibilities comprised of – but those who had a hint of it, knew that it was out of the norm. No task was too much for him, and no matter how big or how hard, he was always calm and collected, and never seemed un-phased. All this, while he maintained his fond humor, the simplicity of normality, tranquility, and the most important human values of love and compassion.

Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai in Saifee Villa, Colombo, Sri Lanka.
Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai following Moula TUS in Saifee Villa, Colombo, Sri Lanka.
He set an example for all khidmat guzaars by his work ethic, his multi-tasking, his dedication, and his never seizing – unwavering love for Jamea.

We pray to Allah TA to elevate his soul to the loftiest realms of Jannat. He served Moula TUS on earth, and we know, wherever he is, he will continue to do so.

 Tribute authored by Mulla Mufaddal Bhai Shk Zainuddin


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