Author: MD/DM

Kyun Khalq Tasadduq Na Ho Ishfaq Pe Har Dum, Iss Qadr Hain Iss Shaah Ke Altaf Ke Mat Puch

My father Shk Qurban Hussain Kapasi held the honor of being a classmate of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS at Jamea Saifyah.

Days leading upto his death, he strongly wished to have one last rendezvous with his Moula TUS so that he could speak all that his heart had held from the time they shared the same exam halls.

The following, is how Moula TUS answered his call;

It was 8th Rajab-1435 H, and Mufaddal Moula TUS was scheduled to arrive in Ahmadabad from Galyakot. Instead, Moula TUS travelled to Mumbai.

I was in my father’s company that day, in room no. 521 of the Saify Hospital where he was admitted.

Parallel to our was room no. 517 where Jivanjee Bs was admitted too.

After maghrib, the same day, when I was in the midst of doing dinner arrangements for my father, my eyes caught the presence of Mufaddal Moula TUS in the ward who was there to visit Jivanjee Bs.

Immediately as Moula TUS walked pass our room, I uttered “moula aik nazar”. Moula TUS instantaneously attended me, and directed himself into our room.

On witnessing my father, whom He TUS had known since long, Moula TUS stated with extreme tenderness “su thayu tamne?”, and before my father could react, Moula TUS placed his haath mubarak on my father’s chest.

For the next few minutes, my father, who was immensly weeping, expressed everything his heart ever concealed. Amidst his araz, Moula TUS fixed his nazar mubarak on my father with a rising smile.

As my father wept, Moula TUS placed his hands on my father’s cheeks with utmost shafaqat, ensuring He TUS was next to him, and he had nothing to worry about.

Thereafter, I spoke “moula ehna jahan takleef che, aap haath muki daiye”, and Moula TUS placed his haath mubarak on my father’s stomach.

After that, I gave a 500 rupee note to my father, as that was all I had at that time, and said “pappa lo moula ne salam karo” to which Moula immediately replied “nai nai aa na hoi”. With tears in my eyes, my father insisted “moula hamara par ghanu wajib che, kai nai kari sakta”.

Moula TUS then stated a few times “khuda shifa aape” and with a radiant tabassum on his face, fulfilling my father’s ultimate desire, He TUS left.

Nine days later, my father passed away. During his final days, I sensed an expression of content on his face, and I am sure he left the world leaving no regrets behind.

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The picture was taken during Moula’s TUS Umreth Safar Mubarak in 1433H, when Shk Qurban Hussain Kapasi was blessed with the sharaf of zyafat. This image is the exclusive property of the contributor and Tazkerat, and may not be copied, printed or otherwise disseminated without permission.

Behn Mubarakah Murtaza Bhai Gheewala

Mumbai, India

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Goya Tasneef’e Shah’e Deen Hai Dua’e Saifee, Ye Asar Labb Mein Shah’e Koun’o Makaa’n Rakhte Hain

This is going back to summer 1994, when we went on a four-week holiday – to Cairo for zyarat and then on to London.

Five days on reaching London, our 12 year old son Adnan contracted the deadly streptococci. The doctor ran down the numbers: 17 children had died in four months in West England. So when Adnan was diagnosed, he pronounced with grimness: prepare for the worst.

Most of Adnan’s organs – liver, heart, kidneys and lungs – were not functioning. He had tubes inserted into his body all over.

We did what every mumin’s first response is: turn to his support pillar for help. A friend telephoned Mumbai and submitted an araz to Amatulla Aisaheba QR, who in turn presented the araz to Burhanuddin Moula RA in Ahmedabad.

Adnan was operated upon for more than five hours. The doctors said that Adnan would not be able to communicate in a normal manner for at least 24 hours following the operation, due to the effects of heavy sedation.

Three hours later, Adnan telephoned us to please bring his reading book when we visit him the following day.

That is not the amazing part:

A doctor, part of the team that performed the surgery, later stated he could feel the presence of someone around the operating table proving them a helping hand.

A year later during the Mombasa Ashara Mubarakah, while Adnan performed Burhanuddin Moula’s RA qadambosi, Maulana RA smiled prudently said “havey to fine chhey?”

Burhanuddin Moula RA showered countless blessings upon us. My son’s life is one among them.

Shk Moiz Bhai Karimji

Dubai, UAE

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Do Jaha’n Ki Us’e Hoti Hai Sa’adat Hasil, Jiss Pe Shah’e Deen Inayat Ki Nazar Karta Hai

Even a few seconds of Moula’s didar is often just what it is needed to overcome life’s hardest moments.

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It was Burhanuddin Mouala’s RA qadambosi bethak for bairao in Mombasa, following Ashara Mubarak a few years ago. I was standing in the qadambosi queue until it was my turn. I performed qadambosi, and was being guided out of the venue when suddenly Moula RA instructed me to stay with an ishara of his hand.

No words. No sentences. Just me, standing in front of Him RA. The bethak paused, and I sensed a state of confusion and puzzlement around.

For the next eternal thirty seconds, Moula RA fixed his nazar mubarak on me with a concern on his face, as I stood there overwhelmed, unaware of what it actually meant. Thereafter, I was directed out of the masjid and I headed on to my hotel.

While on route to the hotel, my auto rickshaw driver who might have had his attention elsewhere, transgressed on to the wrong side of the road. I saw a huge truck hitting our tuk-tuk. I was still being rolled over, when I saw an another truck coming our way. There was no chance of me getting out.

In the blink, I reconciled to the fact that this was indeed going to be the end.

Something inexplicable happened thereafter.

Just before the truck was to blow an already damaged tuk-tuk out of sight, I was out from nowhere, standing on the road. I saw the tuk-tuk being crushed out of shape in front of my eyes.

It was then when I was able to comprehend Moula’s RA act in the bethak. He RA blessed me with an armor of His RA nazar mubarak.

Burhanuddin Moula RA often stated “tamaro koi baal bhi waako nai kari sake” – He RA truly meant it.

Behn Ruqaiyah Shk Sajjadhussain Bhai Qourbanhussain

Paris, France

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Kun Keh Ke Hazaro’n Ko Kar Deta Hai Zinda Ye, Dikhlata Aa’lam Mein Ea’jaze Maseehana

It was the month of Rajab and a serious ulcer problem was diagnosed in my body. Thus, I suffered bleeding on a daily basis.

On the 16th  of Rajab, while in office, I felt some discomfort. I ate something light, returned home, and went to sleep.

Upon witnessing the discomfort I was experiencing, my wife insisted that we should go to a doctor. The moment I reached the hospital, the bleeding became more profuse, resulting in loss of much of my blood. Doctors checked my pulse – it was zero. At that moment, medically, I was dead.

Juzer bhaisaheb, submitted an urgent araz to Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA for shifa and dua mubarak, in Bombay, on my behalf. While Aqa Moula RA was proceeding for waaz mubarak, my araz was presented to Him RA and shifa mubarak was pronounced.

That very instant in Karachi, my bleeding stopped. The doctors immediately began to consult where and how the treatment would begin.

They performed a complete check-up, again, and found that all the reports were suddenly clear. Not a single part of the body needed to be treated.

To their astonishment, they sent a man, who was medically dead just a few hours ago, home, without any sort of treatment. Because, Moula RA wanted to grant me a whole new life.

This zikr was narrated to Tazkerat by Shk Mudar Bhai in the year 1432H at his residence in Karachi, Pakistan.

Marhoom Shk Mudar Bhai Shakir

Karachi, Pakistan

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Lail’o Nahar Phirta Hai Hasb’e Muraad Shah, Hatho’n Mein Inke Goya Falak Ki Lagam Hai

Burhanuddin Moula RA visited Dahod, and I was fortunate to be the Aamil there at that time.

On one of the occasions, Burhanuddin Moula RA was going to preside over a qadambosi bethak. As Moula RA arrived, mumineen instinctively lost control, and the arrangements lapsed. Moulana RA witnessed the sudden bustle and directed me with urgency: “Ibrahim, mari talaqqi kar”.

I managed to procure a rumaal and acted accordingly.

Amidst the talaqqi, I sensed an unusual rush and suddenly saw a large crowd of mumineen crumbling towards Moula RA. As a protective reflex action, I came in front of Burhanuddin Moula RA with the whole crowd upon me.

The stretching, pulling and pushing resulted in a bad back.

The pain was unbearable.

Moula RA immediately asked doctor Hatim to attend me. He examined and concluded “hamnaj Mumbai jawu parhse”, as in his opinion, I had broken my back.

In an unendurable pain, I was carried to Burhanuddin Moula RA, where He RA inquired about my situation and stated: “Ibrahim, mumbai jaao”, to which I replied with tears in my eyes, “Moula aap – yahan hou ane mein mumbai jau? hargiz nahi, mout aawe to aapni hazrat ma”.

Burhanuddin Moula RA had a keen look on me as I laid in front of him, smiled and said, “Taaro sayo utaar”

People around me helped as I obeyed.

Moulana RA said, “Kurto utaar”

I obeyed.

Moulana RA further said, “Banyaan utaar”

I obeyed.

Burhanuddin Moula RA then brushed his haath mubarak on my back three times, instructed that I should be carried back to my room and continued the bethak .

Moments later, in the midst of the very same bethak, the person with a broken back was standing upright again in front of Him RA.

As I stood there with my eyes flooding, unable to pronounce a word, Moula RA looked at me with a smile on his face and listened to my heart as it cried: “moula aapna upar qurban”.

This zikr was narrated to Tazkerat by Shk Ibrahim Bhai in the year 1432H during his final Mouze’ of Amalat in Al Mohallat Al Burhaniyah, Karachi, Pakistan.

Marhoom Shk Ibrahim Bhai Rasheed

Karachi, Pakistan

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Tere Hatho’n Ka Kiya Phirta Nahin Hai Hargiz, Haan Magar Haath Mein Tasbeeh Sada Phirti Hai

During his visit to Karachi in the year 1978, Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA blessed my elder brother, Munawwar Ali Qurban Husain Sodawaterwala, who was suffering from a dislocated shoulder due to an accident.

As he was in severe pain, doctors insisted on an immediate operation. We trusted a Kumbhar (an alternative orthopaedic expert) named Ismail.

During Moula’s RA stay in Karachi, Munawar bhai once attended an ongoing bethak and narrated the problem to Moulana RA.

Burhanuddin Moula RA instructed Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS to listen to my brother’s araz in detail.

Mufaddal Moula TUS attentively listened to the araz and briefed Moulana RA accordingly. Thereafter, Moulana RA directed my brother to wait.

The bethak continued for a good 20 minutes. Moula RA instructed my brother to wait further.

Another 30 minutes passed, whereon Burhanuddin Moula RA called my brother and inquired about the exact location of the pain.

My brother brought forth his left shoulder. Burhanuddin Moula RA firmly gripped his shoulder and asked about the recommendations of doctors and the Kumbhar. Munawwar bhai stated that the doctors were insisting on an operation, whereas the Kumbhar had suggested that once the shoulder will be in place he would strengthen it through massage.

Aqa Moula RA, while His Mubarak hands on my brother’s dislocated shoulder, inquired the name of the Kumbhar we were consulting. After a while, Moula RA lifted His hands off the shoulder and directed him to be treated by Ismail, blessing him with his affirmative Dua Mubarak;  “Khuda shifaa apse”. 

Munawar bhai never felt any pain after that bethak. The unbearable pain simply vanished. Forever.

All he needed, was one spiritual touch.

Mulla Abbas bhai Sodawaterwala

Karachi, Pakistan

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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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