It is a fact that the crisp, clear vision of the human eye covers only one to two degrees of what we see. Beyond that, clarity fades steadily, and the brain fills in much of the periphery using coarse signals, expectation, and memory. What we can actually see, in full resolution, is that narrow one to two degrees.
On the 3rd of November 2017, I was blessed with Aqa Moula’s zyafat in Nairobi. I was suffering from diabetic retinopathy at the time, in considerable discomfort, multiple hemorrhages in my eyes, my vision failing. Even after surgery, it had not returned properly. There were days I sat in a blur that would not lift, not knowing if it ever would.
During the zyafat, I did araz of my condition to Moula. My focus was on him. Nothing else.
With a beaming smile, Moula placed his haath mubarak on my eyes and did dua for shifa.
Soon after, my vision returned to normal.
I understood, then, where my focus truly has to be.
In November 2023, Moula was in Karachi. That year, I had undergone a renal transplant, and my body had rejected it. Treatment after treatment had been tried, and recovery was nowhere in sight. The surgeons were nearly out of options. As a last measure, they prescribed two doses of Rituximab, after which they would decide what came next.
They were not hopeful, and neither, in my quieter moments, was I.
I had taken the first dose in November.
On the night of the 25th, at Burhani Mahal, my life changed. I was standing near the shifa counter as Moula walked past. There was nothing in my focus but him. I had already done araz, “Moula haath phirawse toj shifa thase.”
Moula stopped. “Kausar Ali che aa?” he asked. And with the same reassuring smile I had seen six years earlier, in that same month of November, he placed his haath mubarak on my face.
The result was the same. My creatinine levels have been stable ever since. I never needed the second dose.
The Arabic word tawajjoh means focus, orientation. It comes from wajh, face. Since we are only given one or two degrees of true, clear sight, where we place that sight matters more than anything else.
My life has taught me this: there is only one wajh, one radiant face, that has to be inside that narrow degree of focus. Everything else is in the periphery, blurred, filled in, forgotten. Every hardship fades before it even fully arrives.
Our one degree of clarity is only ever meant for the One.
Shk Kausarali Bhai Shakir
Karachi, Pakistan
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