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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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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Gar Jaan Talabi Fida-e-Janat, Sehl Ast Jawab-e-Imtehanat

گر جان طلبی فدای جانت

سهلست جواب امتحانت

My answer to all questions is easy;

‘May my life be sacrificed for you.’

At the start of my journey for my Hadi Ashara Imtehaan and Zikra  in 1419H/1998 from Bangalore to Surat, I came to know that I was expecting a child. Delighted at the news, I asked my doctor if it was safe for me to travel and was permitted to do the same.

On 11th Shaban we were blessed with zyafat sharaf of Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin (RA).
 
As I proceeded for salam and presented my shukur najwa, which was a gold coin, Moula RA looked at me, opened the case and handed it to Busaheba Jawharat al Sharaf BS and stated “Nazrul Maqam AS che”.
 
Confused, I moved from there and told Busaheba that it was najwa. “Aqa Moula farmawe che Nazrul Maqam ma adaa karo”, she reiterated. 
 
Right after the bethak, I left for Bangalore.
 
Upon reaching, I suffered from vomiting and aches and assumed them as usual symptoms of pregnancy.
 
On 7th of Shehrullah al Moazzam, at twelve weeks of my pregnancy, I started to bleed and worriedly reached to my gynecologist who instructed me to urgently get a sonography done.
 
The sonographer, dumbfounded and appalled by the scan results, told me that he was finding it difficult to believe I was alive, let alone healthy. At the 8th week the fetus had stopped developing, hence was dead; and for a fetus to not cause poisoning or any sort of infection over such a long period was nothing short of a miracle.
 
As tears gathered in my eyes, my memory immediately rushed back to the zyafat day incident when I was eight-weeks pregnant.
 
Now a mother of three and living a healthy life, I remember Burhanuddin Moula RA in every passing breath and say: ‘May my life be sacrificed for you.’


Behn Alefiyah Sheikh Mufaddal Bhai Fakhri

Bengaluru, India


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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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Farq Itna Mahru Mein Hai Aur Mehr Charkh Mein, Tafreeq Jitni Nur Mein Hai Aur Naar Mein

‘Bolts of lightening that kindle in my soul fire of your love are a blessing, not a misfortune’ says the Persian poet Hafiz Shirazi. I feel exactly the same as I narrate my account.

The 27th of September 2020 was like any other day for me until noon; things took a dramatic turn as the night began to fall. Around 5 PM, my wife suddenly sensed heat and smoke in the living room which was right above the basement. Immediately, I came to realize that the basement was caught on fire.

I hurried down to check out what had happened. As I opened the basement door, plumes of black smoke dashed on my face and took me down. I realized the fire had taken hold and scrambled to get out of the house with my wife and mother. Due to the smoke and intense stench and heat inside the house, I had to pull my wife out from the terrace.

A crowd had gathered outside the house at the sight of clouds of black smoke billowing out of the basement. The fire brigade teams arrived at the scene after a good forty-five minutes. The fire was blazing as the teams launched into putting it out. Two hours had passed but the fire refused to die out.

In the meantime, I had an araz presented to Mufaddal Moula TUS for dua mubarak. Around 8 PM, I received the dua mubarak paigaam along with word that Moula TUS has directed to recite azaan. We recited the azaan and a few minutes later, member of the fire brigade team showed up and informed that the fire has been successfully put out.

The story does not end here.

Next day, we went down to look at the condition and clear the place. The basement used to store household items and documents in cartons which were stacked in a three tier shelf. Everything was reduced to ashes by the fire.

During the clean-up, my wife caught sight of a carton on the first tier of the shelf which appeared somewhat intact. It was striking because even things on the second and third tier had burned to a crisp. In astonishment, she advanced to pick the carton up. As she was sorting the things inside the box, she suddenly paused; and got teary.

A frame of al-Quran al-Majid and picture of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA with the zareeh mubarak of Imam Hussain AS were unaffected. The back side of al-Quran’s frame and borders of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA picture were damaged which evidenced that the fire, at some point, did come into contact with the frame and the picture.

How did the house survive such a fire that was merrily blazing for hours? How did my wife manage to come out of the house unhurt?

The answer to the questions rested in a carton inside the basement in the shape of al-Quran al-Majid’s frame and the picture of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA; connection between the two does not require an explanation.

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Shk Mustafa Bhai Jivanjee

Karachi, 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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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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Ye Mera Kaba’e Deen Rukh Kare Jidhar Apna, Banu Mein Qibla Numa Rukh Karu Udhar Apna

Round the clock, we hear miracles of Moula, accounts of His supreme virtues, and memoirs of His absolute righteousness. Upholding it as our faith, we believe in it. But being a part of it yourself elevates your trust and belief to a completely different level.

Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA wafat happened in the year I was born. I heard His RA marvels and miracles throughout my childhood. Later, I understood that He RA was our family. However, I had never experienced what I heard. To put it in an another way, I was unlucky up until then.

In the year 1995/1416 H, I traveled for Umrah. It was 14th of Rajab and a Wednesday.

I was performing tawaf on the niyyat of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, when I caught the sight of several supervisors and caretakers of Baitullah, heading their way inside. When I inquired about the cause, I was told that Baitullah is being washed and cleansed from the inside.

I still do not know why it occurred to me, but I uttered while my eyes closed; “taher saifuddin moula, aapna ghana ma’ajiz suna che, aap har dua suno cho, aaje aap koi ehwo mojizo dekhawye, ke mane baitullah ma dakhli naseeb thai”. 

Just as I had finished my words, I started to sense an unusual commotion around. I felt my self getting closer to the baab of Baitullah. As the rush upsurged, I tried to pull myself back.

Suddenly, to my astonishment, a lady supervisor miraculously appeared and held my hand. Cutting me through the crowd, she towed me from the far end to the very step of the door of Kaba and pushed me in.

I was stunned.

It was just a minute ago, when I was pleading Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA for something which I felt was impossible to happen. It actually was. I saw no one except the ones who were designated to enter Kaba for its wash. Moreover, I saw the expression on the face of the lady supervisor who pulled me in. She was totally baffled about what she had done.

As everyone outside was trying to get in, the door closed, and I was blessed with sharaf of being inside Kaba for about 40 minutes.

Some might phrase this as a co-incidence, but I know, it was Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA who did it.

His Ra Milaad Mubarak and the day when Kaba descended on earth happens to occur in the same month. I witnessed the connection.


Behn Farida Mulla Hussain Bhai

Karachi, Pakistan


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Hukm Tera Ho’we To Mumkin Hai Aisa Inqelab, Shab To Misle Rozz Ho’we Rozz Misle Shab Bane

I was seven months pregnant when I came to know that my amniotic fluid is extremely low. The doctor assured that a normal labor was out of question and an operation was inevitable.

For the next two months, I went through the medication of drips and clexane injection to increase the level of amniotic fluid.

One week before the delivery, when I went for the ultrasound, the reports stated that there is a suspicion of a single nostril. Worried and distressed, I sent all the reports in the hazrat imamiyah of Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.

It was a Wednesday, when Moula TUS pronounced dua mubarak.

Thursday night, I went into labor pains, but I was certain that I was not going to deliver before 24 hours, as I had been injected a clexane injection just a night before.

‘The pain is going to last long’, I was warned.

Throughout the night, I kept uttering; “moula mane yaqeen che aap mane madad karso”.

To everyone’s astonishment, I delivered a baby girl normally without being operated, which was totally against the odds. The baby was perfectly fine and healthy and there was no abnormality whatsoever.

It was Friday, 6th of March, the birthday of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA, and unquestionably, it was always going to bring bliss and happiness.


Behn Sakina Taher Bhai Topiwala

Karachi, Pakistan


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