Month: January 2016

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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Na Zaid Ki Rahe Parwah Na Amr Ki Haajat, Tujhe Burhane Deen Sarwar Samajh’le Gar Apna

A state of tearful eyes and head down in despair, used to be my invariable semblance whenever I was asked; “how many children do you have?”, an obvious reaction of a childless mother.

After many years of marriage, I was yet to acquire the wealth of a child.

Thus, to mitigate the sorrow and to console ourselves, me and my husband decorated a room in our house with several pictures of  Burhanuddin Moula RA with children, alongside his own photos of childhood.

As days passed, the sense of something missing kept increasing. Where to go? Whom to turn to? Who is our resort in hardships? Thoughts like these started to haunt me.

One night something strange happened. I saw Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA in my dream. I saw myself in front of him, crying and pleading for a child. Moula RA looked at me, smiled and gave me his staff (laakri mubarak), which He RA held in his hand.

Unable to comprehend the purpose, I did not narrate this dream to anybody, until after sometime I narrated the dream to my husband to which he contently replied “maulana ye apne nawaazi leedha che” .

Thereafter, one day we got a call from our jamaat office to come and meet the amil saheb. Confused and bewildered we headed to the jamaat office. Upon entering the room, amil saab promptly got up and handed us a walking stick and stated in a confused tone; “Mumbai si, Saifee Mahal si, tamara waste aawi che, mubarak thai”.

Children become the support and anchor for parents. Although we don’t have them, but by blessing us with His RA staff (laakri mubarak), Burhanuddin Moula RA made it completely evident, that He RA was the true resort for mumineen. Indeed He RA still is.

One of the reasons why our hearts would never stop crying; ae moula mohammad hamara sahara, kahan hamne muki ne aaqa sidhara.

Behn Alifyah Mansoor Bhai

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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  • The photos above were taken during Moula’s TUS visit to Pandharpur on 9th January 2016. These images are the exclusive property of the contributor and Tazkerat, and may not be copied, printed or otherwise disseminated without permission.

Behn Jumana Hussain Bhai Bohari

Pandharpur, India

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Hai Inke Dil Mein Bohot Mehr Aur Bohot Ishfaq, Hai Ye To Waqe’i Ae Momin’o Pidar Apna

When I was about six, I was diagnosed with a ruptured appendicitis. I was rushed to the hospital and operated. All I can remember is unbearable pain before losing consciousness and waking up in the recovery room.

This is what my parents said happened in the interim: the doctor informed them that my appendix had ruptured, leading to septicemia, due to which the infection had spread throughout my body. Unfortunately, my survival chances were slim to none.

Before the surgery commenced, the doctor had left saying that only a miracle could save me.

My parents and grandparents turned to prayer: they invoked the name of Burhanuddin Moula RA during their constant dua’s to Allah TA.

Hours later, the doctor emerged from the surgery room and anxiously approached my mohta nani, who was preoccupied in her prayers.

He exclaimed that a man with an awe-inspiring semblance was in the surgery room with him, in ‘bright white clothes’ who gave him the confidence to proceed with the surgery. Someone telling him what to do, someone instructing and supervising throughout the successful operation. Upon the fortuitous surgery, the doctor said, just as I tried to approach the man to thank him and inquire about his relation to the patient, he had left and was nowhere to be found.

The doctor added that it was not due to him that her grandson survived; it was due to the one who answered her prayers. The one who directed the surgery.

“mein tamaro haqiqi maa aney bawa chu” – is our Moula’s relationship with us which the doctor was unable to concede.

Bhai Mustansir Broachwala

Chicago, USA

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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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Jis Dil Main Ulfat e Shah Kaun o Makaan Nahin, Gul Hai Wa Laik Bu Nahin Qalib Hai Jaan Nahin

In the year 1426H, I was in Darajah Sadesa in Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah Karachi, and the event of Burhanuddin Moula’s 94th Milaad Mubarak was hosted by Mumbai. It emerged into a global event, as the long-awaited opening of Saify Hospital-Mumbai conjoined the Milaad celebrations.

Every soul desired to be a part of the historic event, and I was no different.

Unfortunately, due to several legal complications, I was informed that I would not be able to travel to India at that time.

Shattered and heartbroken, it was impossible for me to accept the fact that I won’t be attending the event, and I won’t be amongst the fortunate ones who will be presenting their tehniyaat to Moula RA.

One night, while I sat alone with no one else but my anguish, I decided; “moula ni hazrat ma to nai pohnchi saku, to tehniyat araz kari lau”, hence, I divulged my heart on a piece of paper through a humble poetry.

Despite the fact that thousands of poetries and tehniyat cards are presented to Moula RA, I was certain that if not me, my humble words would surely speak out my heart to Moula RA. Therefore, I drafted the poem over the night and sent it to Mumbai.

Days passed, and I never recalled that I had sent a poem to hazrat imamiya, as I was completely unaware of what Moula RA had planned.

Thereafter, exactly on the day of my waras, my poem traveled back from hazrat imamiyah to Karachi Jamea with Moula’s RA alamat shareefah and dua mubarak inscribed on it.

I presented Moula RA tehniyat on his Milaad, and He RA greeted me back on my waras. That is how Burhanuddin Moula RA communicated with his beloved mumineen.

He RA often stated; “ghani waar awi nathi sakta, magar mumin che, dil ma mari mohabbat che, ehni Araz mane pohchi jai che”.

And this is exactly what happened.

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Behn Jumana Mulla Murtaza Bhai

Colombo, Srilanka

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