Ik Aas Thi Hum Bhi Aenge, Hazrat Mein Qadambosi Karne, Abb Chumte Hain Turbat Moula, Hum Tumko Bhula Na Paenge

It was 16 mi raat of Rabi’al Awwal, the night when the video recording of Mufaddal Moula’s TUS waaz mubarak was relayed worldwide. Every single soul sensed something completely different that night, a vibe very unfelt before. Moula’s TUS jalaal, his benevolence, and the enthusiasm of mumineen who cried their hearts out greeting; “khama maula khama”, was something never witnessed before. One could undoubtedly percieve the presence of Burhanuddin Moula RA in the waaz.

Eyes assured it was Mufaddal Moula TUS on the takht, whilst the heart refusing to accept that it could be any one else but Burhanuddin Moula RA.

The next morning, when I slept after fajar namaz, completely unaware of what the rising sun will bring along, I had a dream. Burhanuddin Moula RA was delevering the waaz mubarak, in the same circumstances I had seen the night before, except, I saw Burhanuddin Moula RA instead of Mufaddal Moula TUS on the takht. There was no other difference, in fact there was no difference at all.

I was so awed by the scene, that it took me moments to come back to reality and realize it was just a dream.

As Kuwait is 2.5 hours behind the Indian time (IST), it was still early in the morning when the deafening news arrived, crashing down our world in mere seconds; ‘maula wafat paya che’.

I will witness Burhanuddin Moula’s RA existence in Mufaddal Moula’s TUS presence thenceforward; was the message of my dream.

My mind and heart paralysed. I was not sure if the tears would ever stop flowing.

I pronto started searching the first available flight for Bombay, only to find that there was no availability for upcoming weeks.

I grieved immensely. With an uncontrollable desperation for Burhanuddin Moula’s RA last didar, I bent my head while streams of tears were flowing down, and I pleaded, ‘moula bulawi lo moula mane bulawi lo’. In the midst of my urge, the words still unfinished, an available seat unexpectedly flashed on the screen.

The next thing I know is I was standing amidst the ocean of weeping mumineen when Burhanuddin Moula’s RA janaza mubarakah appeared. “I am doing Burhanuddin Moula’s RA didar for the last time”, was the only thing on my mind, as I found myself being pulled towards the janaza mubarakah.

I kissed the janaza mubarakah, and cried out ‘Moula’ – like I used to do while performing His RA qadambosi, only that I knew this might be the last time.

“mathu jhukawi ne mane yaad karjo, agar mei hajat rawai karwa na awu to mei imam uzaman no dai nai” – Burhanuddin Moula RA kept his promise. Even after his demise.

Bhai Taha Shk Yusuf Bhai Sajid

Kuwait

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Ye Dai Mohammad, Mohammad Ke Dai, Mohammad Ki Surat, Nahin Hai To Kya Hai

Rasulullah SAW states that anyone desirous of his didar, should recite seven specific ayaat, following which He SAW would certainly appear in the person’s dream. – (risala shareefa – baabo hazeera al quds. 1354)

Athirst to acquire the aforementioned sharaf of Rasululah’s SAW didar, I never missed reciting the prescribed ayaat.

One night, I saw myself walking through the streets of Madina and chancing upon a group of Arabs outside a house. I inquired about their assembly, and one of them replied, “hamein Rasululaah ni qadambosi waaste kharaa chhey.” Overjoyed and ravished, I eagerly conjoined the cluster.

After several hours (as I visualized in the dream) I reached the door of the house in a state of excitement. To have a rare glimpse of Rasulullah SAW was the only desire gushing through my heart.

I entered the house and proceeded. I passed a large hall crowded with Arabs, and progressed towards a takht placed there.

As I lifted my gaze, I was startled to see Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA seated on the takht. I was bewildered and uttered “aa to hamara moula Mohammad Burhanuddin aqa chhey”.

Thereupon, I awakened, full of tears.

Overwhelmed and astounded, I did not narrate this dream to anyone. Until, a few months later I received the sharaf of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA zyafat, it was then that I narrated the dream to Moula RA, to which He RA gracefully smiled and replied, “aa sachhu sapnu chhey”.

Thereafter, with a radiant smile, Moula RA directed me to perform qadambosi again.

I later realised, Moula RA knew I had awaken before performing Rasulullah’s SAW qadambosi in the dream.

Mufaddal Moula TUS often states, which says it all: “Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin to Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin che”.

Bhai Mustali Hussain Bhai Raeli

Thandla, India

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Ghalib Na Kar Huzur Mein Tu Baar Baar Araz, Zahir Hai Tera Haal Sabb Unpar Kahe Bagair

In the year 1965, soon after the grievous demise of Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA, my father Mulla Rasoolbhai Madarwala had gone to Burhanuddin Moula’s RA hazrat, to seek raza for my brother’s nikah.

While he performed qadambosi, Moulana RA pronounced; “maula ne ghare nai bulaave?”. My father replied, “moula maaru ghar ghanu naanu chhey.” Hearing this, Aqa Maula RA repeated, “maula ne ghare nai bulaave?”

Totally flabbergasted, I sat there with tears flowing, unable to respond.

Thereafter, the late Miyasaheb Shaikh Ebrahim Saab Yamani said with an urgency, “ghare jau, zyafat ni tayyari karo, moula padhare che”.

Wherefore my father received the sharaf of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA first zyafat (according to Miyasaheb Shaikh Ebrahim Saab Yamani) – after the wafaat of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, in our humble 10 feet x 17 feet room in Modi Street – Mumbai.

In all the years my father lived, every time he recalled the occurrence, he tearfully concluded it uttering; “mohabbat was all I had”.

Bhai Haider Bhai Madarwala

Baroda, India

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Wahan Ankho Ko Bichate Hain Muhibb’e Kamil, Qadam Apne Shahe Zi’jaah Jahan Rakhte Hain

This goes back to Moulana Taher Saifuddin’s RA period, when Burhanuddin Moula RA was in his childhood. His RA sublime eminence was evident since.

My mohta bawajisaab Miyasab Shaikh Abdul Tyeb Diwan suffered a serious pain in his eyes.

On one instance, he went to sleep in unbearable pain and dreamt that he was going to Maskati Dawakhana in Surat, where he met Mohammad Bhaisaheb (as Burhanuddin Moula RA was then called).

Moulana RA asked “kem miyasaab kahaan jaao chho?” to which he replied “maari aankh ma ekdum dukhe chhey; bataawa jaaoon chhu”.

Burhanuddin Moula RA touched my grandfather’s eyes in the dream.

The result was that when my grandfather woke up, the pain had vanished, and he never endured the pain forever after.

He RA was the savior. Indeed, He RA still is. Among us, within us.

Sheikh Sharafali Bhai Diwan

Houston, USA

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dua Milaad nazar qadambosi Sharaf

Teri Nigah’e Inayat Khuda Kare Na Phire, Kuch Iska Gum Nahi’n Gar Mujhse Sab Jaha’n Phir Ja’e

Burhanuddin Moula RA was present in Karachi in 1425H, when He RA bestowed the city with the celebrations of his 93rd milaad. On the occasion, there was a program organized by madrasa farzando in Taheri Masjid. Everyone participated in different activities and acts, which were going to take place in front of Moulana RA.

I was required to perform as a pigeon, and all I had to do was to keep moving my wings throughout an act.

Amidst our act, I prayed; “moula aap mari taraf aik nazar farmawo”.

That very instant, to everyone’s astonishment, Moulana RA pointed towards me, and asked me to get near him in the midst of the skit.

What happened next was something I will never forget – Moulana RA placed his haath mubarak on my head, and inquired my name and my parents names. Upon that, amongst hundreds of children, I was fortunate to perform qadambosi.

No one present was able to apprehend the unexpected scene, as Moula RA heard what my heart entreated.

Murtaza Bhai M Mustafa Bhai Mandviwala

Karachi, Pakistan

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cookies thaal

Jo Ke Pohnche Tere Darwaze Tak, Uske Hum Bakht Rasa Kehte Hain

A few years ago, during Mufaddal Moula’s TUS stay in Hassanfeer, Moula TUS benevolently visited my hometown, Madar.

Amidst the visit, my family was blessed with qadam sharaf at our humble place. Amongst the preparations, we had prepared a thaal of fruits, so that Moula TUS would pronounce shifa on it.

With the desire; “kaash moula tanawul farmawe” I had baked lemon short bread and cheese cookies, which was one of the several comestibles placed on the thaal.

As Moula TUS arrived, the thaal was presented to Him TUS. After pronouncing shifa, Moula TUS held a spoon, placed it inside the namak daani and was about to progress ahead, as I uttered; “moula cookies mein banayu che”. With a radiant smile, Moula TUS replied ” raate shk hatim ni zyafat ma lawjo, mein lais”.

Therefore, I ended up in the respective zyafat, with a plate of cookies in my hand.

As Moula TUS was presiding over the thaal, the hosts were blessed with the sharaf of individually presenting a specific dish to Moula TUS.

Likewise, I advanced ahead with the cookies.

This picture shows the thaal and the room in which Moulana TUS presided. It was taken before I presented the cookies. *This picture is the exclusive property of the contributor and Tazkerat, and may not be copied, printed or otherwise disseminated without permission.

Just as I was about to enter the room, I was stopped. “moula hamna raate Jaman ma aa nahi lai, fajare nashta ma lawjo” I was told. Before I could further explain the situation, I was asked to leave.

Completely heartbroken, I stood their in despair.

Just before leaving, my heart desperately cried “Moula”. That very moment Moula TUS turned his attention towards me and instructed with an intent “mein yej kayu che yahan thaal par laawe”.

With tears in my eyes, I presented the cookies to Moulana TUS. Thereupon I stood there as Moula TUS graciously took a bite and blessed me with a blissful smile.

A very small instance, but Moula TUS knew I would cherish it for the rest of my life.

Behn Tasneem Hamza Bhai Madarwala

Madar, India

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didar Qadam zyafat

Ghar Mein Jiske Shahe Deen’daar Qadam Karte Hain, Haan Haqiqat Mein Usse Rashk’e Iram Karte Hain

Manpura. A speck on the map of India. Anonymous for all practical purposes.

In all the years we lived in Manpura, I would entreat Khuda Ta’ala for Burhanuddin Moula’s RA qadam mubarak in our humble town, so that we could present Him RA a zyafat.

However there was a dilemma; on one hand, there was the recognition that a personage of His RA royal stature, invited by the large cities throughout the year, would ever schedule a visit to a small town like ours? On the other hand, there was belief. Belief that Moula RA stands for the hopeless, hence, I did not stop praying.

One day, we invited our Hindu-Gujrati neighbours for dinner. I noticed a strange expression on one of the invitees, who was looking around my house.

When I inquired, the person pointed towards a picture of Burhanuddin Moula RA and eagerly asked, “aa kaun chey” ?, “aa hamara Moula chhey” I informed. With an unusual astonishment, he kept staring at the picture as I continued “dua karo apna gaam ma padhaarey, ghani barakat thaase”.

Totally confused, he replied in a certain tone “su waat karo chho? Aa saheb ne to har roz tamara chhat (terrace) par fajare dekhu chu”.

On hearing this, I could not stop my tears.

Some might say Burhanuddin Moula RA is not with us anymore, but indeed, He RA is present, He RA has never left. Not for one moment.

Behn Munira Manpurawala

Mumbai, India

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Personal accounts with Moulana Muqaddas RA & Huzureala TUS

Month: December 2015

Ik Aas Thi Hum Bhi Aenge, Hazrat Mein Qadambosi Karne, Abb Chumte Hain Turbat Moula, Hum Tumko Bhula Na Paenge

Ye Dai Mohammad, Mohammad Ke Dai, Mohammad Ki Surat, Nahin Hai To Kya Hai

Ghalib Na Kar Huzur Mein Tu Baar Baar Araz, Zahir Hai Tera Haal Sabb Unpar Kahe Bagair

Wahan Ankho Ko Bichate Hain Muhibb’e Kamil, Qadam Apne Shahe Zi’jaah Jahan Rakhte Hain

Teri Nigah’e Inayat Khuda Kare Na Phire, Kuch Iska Gum Nahi’n Gar Mujhse Sab Jaha’n Phir Ja’e

Jo Ke Pohnche Tere Darwaze Tak, Uske Hum Bakht Rasa Kehte Hain

Ghar Mein Jiske Shahe Deen’daar Qadam Karte Hain, Haan Haqiqat Mein Usse Rashk’e Iram Karte Hain

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