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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