Author: MD/DM

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

In the means of shukr and zikr, anyone who is willing to share his/her’s acquaintance, incident or any experience with Moulana Muqaddas RA or Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS can mail it to dm@tazkerat.org & md@tazkerat.org. You can also WhatsApp us on +923343752321 & +923437862121

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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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Ik Aas Thi Hum Bhi Aenge, Hazrat Mein Qadambosi Karne, Abb Chumte Hain Turbat Moula, Hum Tumko Bhula Na Paenge

It was 16 mi raat of Rabi’al Awwal, the night when the video recording of Mufaddal Moula’s TUS waaz mubarak was relayed worldwide. Every single soul sensed something completely different that night, a vibe very unfelt before. Moula’s TUS jalaal, his benevolence, and the enthusiasm of mumineen who cried their hearts out greeting; “khama maula khama”, was something never witnessed before. One could undoubtedly percieve the presence of Burhanuddin Moula RA in the waaz.

Eyes assured it was Mufaddal Moula TUS on the takht, whilst the heart refusing to accept that it could be any one else but Burhanuddin Moula RA.

The next morning, when I slept after fajar namaz, completely unaware of what the rising sun will bring along, I had a dream. Burhanuddin Moula RA was delevering the waaz mubarak, in the same circumstances I had seen the night before, except, I saw Burhanuddin Moula RA instead of Mufaddal Moula TUS on the takht. There was no other difference, in fact there was no difference at all.

I was so awed by the scene, that it took me moments to come back to reality and realize it was just a dream.

As Kuwait is 2.5 hours behind the Indian time (IST), it was still early in the morning when the deafening news arrived, crashing down our world in mere seconds; ‘maula wafat paya che’.

I will witness Burhanuddin Moula’s RA existence in Mufaddal Moula’s TUS presence thenceforward; was the message of my dream.

My mind and heart paralysed. I was not sure if the tears would ever stop flowing.

I pronto started searching the first available flight for Bombay, only to find that there was no availability for upcoming weeks.

I grieved immensely. With an uncontrollable desperation for Burhanuddin Moula’s RA last didar, I bent my head while streams of tears were flowing down, and I pleaded, ‘moula bulawi lo moula mane bulawi lo’. In the midst of my urge, the words still unfinished, an available seat unexpectedly flashed on the screen.

The next thing I know is I was standing amidst the ocean of weeping mumineen when Burhanuddin Moula’s RA janaza mubarakah appeared. “I am doing Burhanuddin Moula’s RA didar for the last time”, was the only thing on my mind, as I found myself being pulled towards the janaza mubarakah.

I kissed the janaza mubarakah, and cried out ‘Moula’ – like I used to do while performing His RA qadambosi, only that I knew this might be the last time.

“mathu jhukawi ne mane yaad karjo, agar mei hajat rawai karwa na awu to mei imam uzaman no dai nai” – Burhanuddin Moula RA kept his promise. Even after his demise.

Bhai Taha Shk Yusuf Bhai Sajid

Kuwait

In the means of shukr and zikr, anyone who is willing to share his/her’s acquaintance, incident or any experience with Moulana Muqaddas RA or Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS can mail it to dm@tazkerat.org & md@tazkerat.org. You can also WhatsApp us on +923343752321 & +923437862121

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