It was 1428 H, and Burhanuddin Moula RA had bestowed my homeland the honor of hosting Ashara Mubaraka. If my memory serves right, it was a Thursday, and a qadambosi bethak was scheduled for the mumineen of Colombo.
I had recently finished memorizing the Quran (by the eternal dua of Molana RA and divine guidance). Thus, mindful of the effort I had invested in the process, for two long, arduous years and terrified by the thought that I would forget the Quran, I ended up in the qadambosi que with an araz, seeking Moula’s RA dua so that I wouldn’t forget the Quran.
As I got closer to Moula’s RA, I saw Mehlum BS Zainuddin DM collecting all the araiz. Ergo, I handed my araz to him, explaining what it was about. Mehlum BS DM asked me whether I was in Jamea, nodded and went back to his position.
It was my turn, and I advanced towards Moula RA completely unaware of what awaited me.
While I was performing qadambosi, Mehlum BS apprised Moula RA of the details of my araz. The moment Moula RA heard that I had just finished memorizing the Quran, He RA, almost instantly, with an utmost rapture inquired “Akkha Quran yaad che?!”, I replied “Jee Moula”. Moula RA continued “Jamea ma parho cho?!”, I iterated “Jee Moula”.
Thereupon, I glanced towards Moula RA one last time and was guided towards the exit. Overwhelmed and moved, I hardly managed to walk.
Just as I stepped outside, I heard a shout “Wo Haafiz ne bulawo, Haafiz ne bulawo”. Initially, I wasn’t sure whether it was me who was being referred to or someone else. I turned around and saw Mehlum BS, and as soon as he spotted me, he vigorously gestured to come inside.
Wherefore, I was standing in front of Moula RA again.
As I trembled in a state of extreme wonderment, Burhanuddin Moula RA looked at me, and stated “Subhanallazi asra be abdehi… (Surat ul Isra Juz 15) waha si parho”. I was flabbergasted. I was blank.
As I hesistantly started praying, I heard all the Bhaisahebs hushing the crowd, crying out “quran parhai che..sagla khamosh thai jaw”. This evidently made me even more nervous.
I started reciting the first ayat. Once I reached the end of it, I erred. I don’t quite recall who was standing behind me but he corrected me. Thereafter, I halted.
Pin drop silence.
Burhanuddin Moula RA nodded suggesting that I should continue, but I was unable to recollect anything.
Silence. Moula RA nodded again.
Quietness was all I was able to respond with.
Everyone around me urged “parho parho”, but I stood passive, deadlocked, eyes fixed on Moula RA and tears pouring down my cheeks.
Moula RA inclined towards me and instructed me to come closer. I obeyed. Moula RA then placed his haath mubarak on my right shoulder and pronounced with sublime affection “Khuda Barakat Aape”.
I can still feel His RA hand on my shoulder, I can still hear his voice reverberating in my ears.
Whatever I am today, is because I am fortunate to have had acquired those three simple but profound words.
Mulla Hussain Imran Bhai Mamujee
Colombo, Srilanka
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