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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Ye Baag’baan Ke Qadam Jis Chaman Mein Jaawe To Phir, Na Us Chaman Mein Kabhi Aafat’e Khizaan Jaawe

“Mein chu”, said Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA when I thought everything was over.

It happened on the 25th of March, 2008 back when I was expecting my second child. The pregnancy period was pretty bumpy during which I once had a dream where Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA and Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA were standing on the peak of a mountain with a worried and concerned look.

I told my husband about the dream; however, we were unable to figure out a context.

When my delivery was due, I was admitted to the Lady Dufferin Hospital in Karachi and due to some unforeseen complications, the doctor had to undertake a caesarean delivery. The baby was delivered healthy; however, I remained half-conscious and kept screaming out of an unusual pain.

My grandmother, father and mother were there at my side through the night and I could hear them saying that the way I was screaming was worrisome and that I should be inspected. Suddenly, my father saw that there was a heavy flow of blood coming out of my body and he started shouting in the hospital for help.

Panic-stricken and terrified, the nurses rushed in and called the doctor immediately.

Upon witnessing my state, the doctor informed my mother that an urgent surgery was required, and to call my husband in order to sign the consent form as I only had slim chances of survival. The uterus was infected and had to be operated out.

Crushed and heartbroken, my mother was continuously reciting Maulana Ali’s AS munqabat. I was unable to move or respond.

Just as they were preparing for the surgery, I saw a vision of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA standing at the side of my bed with a tasbeeh in his hand – just like I had seen him in the dream with Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA earlier – this time, during a plight like a mountain.

In immense pain and tears flowing down, I turned to Moula RA and attempted to pronounce some words. Before I could say anything, Moula RA raised his haath mubarak and said “mein chu”.

I couldn’t feel the pain. It simply disappeared.

The doctor was stunned to find that the uterus had miraculously taken it’s place and the bleeding had stopped; the person who saw slim chances of my survival a moments ago discharged me shortly afterwards.

“Mein chu” is all one needs to battle the pains and fight the hardships – in this life and the hereafter


Behn Khadija Mustafa Bhai Thekedaar

Karachi, Pakistan


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Mujhse Bimar Pe Gar Ho Nazar e Mehr Zara, Ae Maseeha Abhi Chehre Pe Bahali Ho Jae

It had been over two years since I fell victim to back muscle spasms. It started off with mild tension in the back and before long, it intensified into a critical case of regular physiotherapy and meds. I wouldn’t be able to recline, carry anything, or even consider putting myself to any sort of physical exercise.

Stiff as a board; exactly how I used to define my state upon inquiry.

In the midst of all this, a glimmer of hope emerged. Mufaddal Moula TUS would visit Karachi.

On many instances throughout Moula’s TUS week-long visit, I did all to present an araz to Moula TUS but nothing appeared to materialize.

My condition continued to deteriorate.

Friday, July 26, 2019, was announced as the day of Moula’s TUS wada. On the night of 25th, Moula TUS would preside over the inauguration of Zaini Masjid and I deemed the occasion my last best chance. With some medical assistance, I reached the venue in the hope of getting a nazar mubarak, if nothing else.

Just as Moula TUS arrived and was near to move past me, the crowd around me lost the grip standing in the way and putting my final hopes to rest.

I returned back to Aljamea sunk in pain and anguish. Those around me and aware of the circumstances tried to dry my eyes but to no avail.

The following morning when I woke up for namaz, I was in pretty bad shape. Attending wada majlis looked impossible.

I decided to get some shuteye. In the dream, I saw Moula TUS entering my room wearing pagri and dupatto similar to his appearance earlier that night. Moula TUS got near my bed, brushed his haath mubarak on my back twice with a wide tabassum on his face and left.

Ecstatic and bewildered, I got up from sleep sitting upright with a force. As I was trying to recollect the dream, I failed to take into account a defining moment for me.

The pain had entirely vanished.

I attended the wada majlis with all normalcy brimming with the sense of gratitude that kept translating into tears as I made way to the venue.

Amongst the large audience, I saw thousands of mumineen with the extent of gratitude similar to mine. Indeed, all were the recipients of Moula’s TUS blessings in one way or the other.

I was just one amongst thousands.


Taher Shk Quaidjohar Bhai Najmi

Malaysia, Mentekab


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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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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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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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Jo Kuch Ke Dil Mein Tamanna Thi Sab Huwi Hasil, Suna Jo Sab Ne Ke Motil Maram Aate Hain

Eight years had passed since Burhanuddin Moula RA had last visited Karachi. One can apprehend the thirst and desire. Only one prayer prevailed over the hearts of mumineen; “moula karachi padharo”.

In the year 1433, a few days before the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, I had a dream.

I was present in the bethak of Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS, then Mansoos of Burhanuddin Moula RA, with an audience of mumineen around me. Just as I was trying to rehearse an araz to Moula TUS to visit Karachi, Mufaddal Moula TUS blessed me with a sight of acknowledgement and asked mumineen around him in an affirming tone; “Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin nu urus kivare aave che? kivare aave che? Khabar che? Kivare aave che?”. 

Suddenly a sense of confusion triggered around. No one was able to react. Availing the opportunity, I somehow managed to utter; “moula urus na 2 din baad maaru waras che!”. Moula TUS responded back with a smile, and the dream ended.

As I woke up in the morning, I was enchanted by the fortune of having an audience with Moula TUS. Although, I was completely unaware of what Moula TUS meant when He TUS inquired about the Urus Mubarak.

Until a few days later, on the very day of the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, Mufaddal Moula TUS visited Karachi. It was then when I immediately recalled the dream.

Moula hears us.

With this belief in hearts, we gathered yesterday, on the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, pleading; “Moula, it has been 20 years now, bless Karachi with the sharaf of Asharah Mubarakah, quench our thirst!”

And now, we await the fulfillment.


Behn Nafisa Qaizar Bhai Presswala

Karachi, Pakistan

Account contributed by Behn Ruqaiyah Mandarsaurwala.


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Kya Aur Phir Nigah Karein Ankh Utha Ke Hum, Ankho’n Mein Jabb Khapa Huwa Tujhsa Jawa’n Rahe

It was around 30 years back that I used to hand-make truck mirrors from plastic sheets using silver and different acids with my bare hands.

I worked from my home and had a room specifically distinguished as my work-space.

It was one day, the day that held the capacity to entirely wreck my life, while I was working that I went to pick up an acid container to continue with my work. I used to put the acid-container on a raised shelf to ensure safety, as my little daughters and son would occasionally enter the room to observe my work.

That day, while I picked up the container, it accidently slipped from my hands and fell. The acid was concentrated and so were the fumes it emitted, which penetrated directly into my eyes. Not only my eyes, but also my hands suffered severe burns. Instinctively I was more worried about my eyes. The next moment, everything faded away from my sight. I blacked out.

I was instantly rushed to the hospital.

During the journey from my home to the hospital, on the verge of blindness, I had my vision fixated on Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and kept on praying to him to save my eyes. While recalling the memories of doing Moula’s RA didar, I desperately pleaded to myself: “would all those moments just remain memories for me?”.

On reaching the hospital, the doctor insisted on an immediate checkup. He put a few drops, bandaged them and asked me to wait till the medicine could react. When I inquired his opinion on the situation of my eyes, he made it quite apparent that the damage to the eyesight was devastating and I would only be able to see again, perfectly, through a miracle.

Amidst the never-ending wait, while I rested on the hospital bed approximating a probable surgery, all my thoughts were diverted to Moula RA. I kept calling His RA name to save my eyes. Doing so, I fell asleep.

That’s where Moula RA answered my prayers.

I dreamt that I went for Moulana’s RA imamat namaz. After the namaz, as Maula RA was exiting the masjid, I submitted my araz, of how the acid had spilled onto my eyes and how much I feared losing my eyesight. After listening to my araz, Maula RA leisurely brought his noorani chehra mubarak closer to my face and breathed out shifa into both my eyes.

Just that moment, the nurse woke me up. The doctor checked my eyes and found himself aw struck. He explained to me how he didn’t understand how my eyes turned out completely unharmed, just after the state he had seen them in some time ago.

And so, no surgery, neither any form of treatment was required. The damage simply disappeared.

Thenceforth till present, my eyes are scatheless.

Today, when I am fitly able to see everything, my eyes tear for the sight of my savior, Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA, whose didar mubarak breathed life into the lifeless.


Bhai Abdullah Yousuf Ali Rawala
Karachi, Pakistan


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Rahe Phula Phala Ya Rab Jaha’n Mein Baag’e Burhani, Ke Nakhle Arzu Sab Ka Ba’dolat Inki Phalta Hai

Having children is a women’s ultimate fortune. I was no different.

After many years of my marriage, I was still childless. We consulted the best doctors across the globe, and underwent various tests, of which all offered the same verdict, that it was medically impossible for me to conceive.

Hopeless and heartbroken, we consequently started to believe that having a child was not in our fate.

After some time, one of the doctors we consulted in Mumbai called us. As he was aware of the extremity of my desire for a child, he recommended a surgery, which according to him, could atleast give us slim hope.

Although I was not totally committed to the option, I desperately agreed. Thereupon, an urgent arzi for raza mubarak was drafted.

Fortunately, the night before the treatment was dated, I was informed that a bethak of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA qadambosi was ongoing in Mumbai at that time. Thus, with a copy of my arzi, I rushed for qadambosi.

Reaching just on time, I instantly entered the que.

After a brief wait, I entered the bethak hall where Burhanuddin Moula RA was presiding. Upon doing Moula’s RA didar my tears instinctively started to flow.

As I performed qadambosi, I brushed the arzi on Moula’s RA qadam mubarak and my heart cried; “moula mane farzand joiye che, aap mane farzand apo”. I lifted my gaze up and saw Burhanuddin Moula RA looking at me with a beeming tabassum on his chehra mubarak.

A couple of seconds, no words, a silent communication of hearts and I was guided out of the bethak.

Content and pleased, I returned home reasoning to myself; “Maulana yeh maari araz to sunij chhey to achhuj thaasey”.

The next morning before the treatment was to commence, I went through a routine pre-checkup. I sensed an expression of shock on the doctor’s face as he appeared with the test reports. In a state of total confusion he uttered that I was pregnant.

He further explained that it was exceptionally possible to become pregnant in a state like mine, but the fetus won’t survive. Thus, he insisted on an immediate abortion so that the surgery could commence.

Amidst all the this, I kept envisioning the tabassum of Burhanuddin Moula RA a night before, which I knew had change my fate.

I urged my husband on returning home, ergo, no surgery neither an abortion happened. As we left, the doctor stated in an alarming voice; “you are risking your own life”.

Months passed, and I abstained visiting the hospital. Until after normal nine months, I delivered twins.

When the world proclaimed I won’t be able to conceive a single child, Burhanuddin Moula RA blessed me the wealth of twins. Batul and Fatema.

Hearing a mumin’s cry – Moula changes fate.

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Behn Jumana Hussain Bhai Bohari

Pandharpur, India


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Tere Bagair Hai Ik Aan Zindagi Mushkil, Misaal Rooh Ke Tu Jism Mein Samaya Hai

Thirty years ago, I worked in the Liaquat National Hospital Karachi, as a head person managing all the printing activities of the hospital. Lifting heavy loads was a basic requirement of my type of work at that time, ergo, I usually suffered minor back pains.

On one instance I endured a sudden distressing back ache. Although I sensed an unusual soreness this time around, I assumed it as the usual pain and turned to the habitual pain killers to deal with it. Unfortunately the pain worsened and I had to undergo an immediate test.

As I layed on the hospital bed in unbearable pain, the doctor turned in with test reports and uttered in a concerning tone; “mullaji aapko Jo dard hai, uska koi ilaaj nahin”. I was completely shocked as he continued “ye dawaiyan hain, aapko majlis mein jana ho, yaa koi kaam ho, to issse aapko thora araam milega”.

“Is it over for me?” I pleaded to myself in shear despair. As a result, an able-bodied man heretofore, returned home impaired and weakened with a bunch of medicines to subsist his remaining life.

Days passed, and my state got worse. In the course of time, I wasn’t even able to move without taking in the medicines. At one point, I pleaded to live no more.

Until it was the month of Shehre Ramazan, and due to my severe health, I couldn’t perform roza. Completely heartbroken and helpless, one night I desperately remembered Burhanuddin Moula RA, wept, and while reciting the seven ‘wakafa’ ayaat, I fell asleep.

Wheron I had a dream.

I saw myself standing opposite a residence, waiting for Burhanuddin Moula RA to arrive for a zyafat. As soon as Moula RA arrived, I rushed towards Moula RA, performed salam and cried “moula mari kamar ma ghanu dard che”. As I wept, Burhanuddin Moula RA fixed his gaze on me and with a radiant tabassum on His RA face, instructed me “leti jaa”.

I immediately descended myself on the ground near Moula’s RA feet with my back upwards. Moula RA lifted his qadam mubarak, brushed it on my back, and advanced ahead blessing me with his supernal nazar mubarak. 

Hereupon, I woke up and saw myself sitting upright on the bed. As I restored myself back to consciousness, I was stunned. I wasn’t able to locate any kind of pain in my back. In a state of astonishment, I tried twisting and bending my back, but the pain had simply disappeared.

Today in my late eighties, it amazes people when they see me sound and living in fine feather, and they usually ask me about the enigma and mystery behind my robustness.

With tears promptly flowing, I can only manage to utter one name “Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin”.


Shk Ali Mohammed Bhai Adeeb

Karachi, Pakistan


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