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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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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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Behn Jumana Hussain Bhai Bohari

Pandharpur, India

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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

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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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Hai Jaisa Nikokaar Pidar Hoga Pisar Bhi, Ye Ho Nahi Sakta Ke Shajar Aur Samar Aur

It was Shehre Ramazan, post Lailatul Qadr, November 1425h/2004, and Burhanuddin Moula RA was returning to his ghurfah mubarakah from Taheri masjid-Saify Mehel after delivering nabi na namo.

Me and my wife were waiting for our nisbat to be held on his august hands under the car shade, opposite to the fish tank. “Maula hamna nahi rukey kem ke aap tarat upar padhari jase ane tasbeeh il azam parhse, tamaru kaam nahi thai, mushkil lagey che” was the alert we got from the volunteers on duty.

Soon after alighting from his vintage pontiac, Burhanuddin Moula RA stood there and inquired to his khidmatguzars about a qasida written by an ustaad of Jamea. “Hamna mane je qasida apo sheikh abdeali ye, ye kaha che” He RA inquired softly. The khidmat guzars swiftly started searching for it but in vain. There were hardly 5-10 people around, waiting for didaar. “Aqa! Maula! Ji aqa! Aqa! Aqa! Maula!” were the words of apology from the khidmat guzar’s side.

“Hamna to mane nichey araz kido ! Kaha gayo?” said Burhanuddin Moula RA in a pressing tone with an evident jalaal in his aura. There was sheer silence all around. As if all the creation stood still. Every soul turned to stone. Such was our Moula’s RA keen reverence over mumineen’s arazo and hadaya.

Amidst all this, me and my wife were eagerly waiting to be blessed by His merciful nazar upon us, with the nisbat misri in our trembling hands.

Aware of the apprehensive ambiance, no one was willing to iniate the araz for our nisbat. In the meantime a khidmat guzar hesitantly did araz to Burhanuddin Moula RA for raza mubarak for the nisbat.

In his utmost jalaal, Burhanuddin Moula RA miraculously looked upon us from top to bottom. He RA fixed his nazar mubarak on us for a few seconds and preoccupied with the missing of qasida, turned away to depart from us.

Astounded and awestrucked, we stood there with tears in our eyes.

Just as He RA progressed past us, one of the khidmat guzar’s uttered, while I observed him trembling “Moula, Shehzada Mufaddal Bhaisaheb ye nisbat waste farmayu che”. Hereupon, Burhanuddin Moula RA instantly turned towards us, blessed us with his nazar mubarak from head to toe, and granted raza mubarak for nisbat.

My happiness knew no bounds.

Everyone present was completely bewildered by perceiving the instant attention Burhanuddin Moula RA exhibited at the mentioning of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin’s TUS name, albeit He RA had already advanced ahead. It is surely evident what it meant.

Earlier that day Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS had instructed me “aje rate upar nisbat karo Burhanuddin Moula na haath par ane 3 shawwal mein tamara nikah parhis”.

The beloved son, had always been apparent.

Mulla Dawood Bhai Bohra

Vancouver, Canada

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Pohnchoge Anqareeb Murad-e Dili Ko Tum, Nazdeeq In Ke Aae Jo Taal’e Rasa Huwe

Going thirty years back, me and my wife were passing an afternoon of one normal day, when my nine year old son, Mohammed, walked past us and suddenly fell to the ground. It looked normal as he lifted himself up until he tumbled again. I sensed trouble and immediately called the doctors. On observing Mohammed, they took my son to a neurosurgeon with an urgency, and he underwent a quick checkup.

The reports revealed that a nerve in Mohammed’s brain was miss-functioning due to which his spinal cord was loosing control over his legs, and eventually it would loose control over his body. We inquired further, to which the doctors informed that it might take six months to several years for Mohammed to partially recover provided that he receives continuous treatment. Mohammed was admitted the very next day.

Dejected and disheartened, we helplessly saw our child on the hospital bed as he looked back to us with hope.

On returning home, I decided to submit an araz to Burhanuddin Moula RA for raza mubarak before admitting Mohammed. Hence, I placed a call for Busaheba Amatullah Aisaheba QR, who fortunately attended the call, listened to the araz and asked me to call later again. When I called then, Moula RA graciously listened to the araz and replied “hame be teen din ma Qahera awiye che, magar yahan lawi sakta hoi to lawo”, I responded “Moula mein lawu chu” and immediately left for London.

As we traveled to London, Mohammed’s condition worsened. I had to lift him throughout, as his legs were static. He kept grieving “mane lage che mara bewe pag mara si alag thai che”. I responded with tears.

As we landed, I pronto informed Busaheba QR about our arrival in London, and she directed us to reach at Moula’s RA residence. An ambulance was awaiting us, and it was 11:30 PM when we left for Bonham House.

We reached Bonham House and I lifted Mohammed to Moulana’s RA gurfa mubarakah, where Moula RA was expecting us. Burhanuddin Moula RA was presiding on a chair as I placed Mohammed in front of him.

Moula RA keenly looked at Mohammed and inquired “su thai che tane?”, to which he replied “moula mara si ubho nathi thawatu”.

Moula RA vigorously stated “ubho tha”. Mohammed acknowledged and tried, but his legs simply would not move. When I tried to help him, Moula RA pronounced “na tame rehwa do”, and repeated again “ubho tha”. He tried again, but with no effect.

Burhanuddin Moula RA observed him, raised his finger towards him and decisively stated “mari aankh ma dekhi ne ubho tha”.

Fixing his eyes to Moula’s gaze and to everyone’s astonishment, Mohammed effortlessly stood up. Moula RA called him closer, brushed his body with His RA qadam mubarak, and asked me to bring sugar, so he could pronounce shifa on it.

Busaheba QR immediately went into the kitchen and brought a packet of sugar. Moula RA pronounced shifa mubarak, gave it to Mohammed and said “aane jem gamey aim leje, chai ma, thanda doodh ma, lukhi jamwi hoi to aim, jem pasand hoi”. 

Thereon Moula RA granted us permission to leave, and instructed me to take Mohammed for a repeat checkup, and stated “mane reports batawjo”. As we left, Mohammed returned walking.

The next day, on the basis of his previous reports, Mohammed underwent a repeat check up in London. Just after the tests, the panel of five senior doctors, who were supervising Mohammed’s case, called for an urgent meeting with us. They were stunned to witness the reports clear. They reconfirmed if my son really suffered from anything. In fact, one of them asked Mohammed if he had made this up to buy a trip to London. Sensing their curiousness, I narrated them what had happened a night earlier.

Thereafter, I requested the in-charge neurosurgeon for the test reports who was still overwhelmed with what he had observed. He needed more time to prepare the final report, thus, he called me and my wife at his residence the next day.

Next morning, we went to his residence where he asked me to repeat narrating what had happened between Mohammed and Moula RA. Thereupon, he handed us the reports with his own written verdict on the case, which said ‘His Holiness did something which is beyond our imaginations’.

Acquiring the report, I rushed to the airport as Moulana RA was leaving for Qahera. With tears in my eyes, I managed to utter a few words of shukr, and presented the test reports. With a radiant smile, Burhanuddin Moula RA addressed all who were present “aa bacha na pag chala gaya tha, Imam uz Zaman ye shifa aapi che”.

On reaching Qahera, I took Mohammed to Moulana’s RA hazrat aaliya. While he presented salam, Moula RA reassured “aa yej bachu che?”, “haan Moula” I replied. Moulana RA directed Mohammed “wahan darwaza tak chali ne ja”, Mohammed did likewise, Moula RA added “pacho yahan aw”, he did as he was commanded with ease.

A child I was lifting a few days back as his legs were dead was walking better than before. Thereafter Moula RA repeated “aa bacha na pag chala gaya tha, Imam uz Zaman ye shifa aapi che”.

I saw Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA bringing my son’s legs back to life, and I heard Him RA say – “Imam uz Zaman ye shifa api che”, the connection between what I saw and heard is as clear as day.

Shk Hebatullah Bhai Hebatullah

Cairo, Egypt

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Tere Mamnoon’e Minnat Hain Jahan Mein, Bani Adam Tawangar Se Gada Tak

My hands were a victim of oppressive skin dryness since childhood. Continuous bleeding, painful nights, unceasing distress, all became a part of my routine. When others awaited winter, I used to fear my worst enemy. It would worsen and intensify the dryness to such a degree that my hands would become completely static, unable to even hold a pen. I used to survive winters by continual applying and disposing of bandages from my hands.

I consulted several doctors and underwent various medications, but nothing came to fruition. I was convinced about enduring the anguish for life, until the year 1425H.

I was in Darajah Sabea and the annual examinations of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah co-occured with high winter days that year. Habitually, my hands started to evince the seasonal reaction. As I traveled to India, my condition worsened. Looking at my immotile bleeding hands, and aware of my despairing past with the illness, I was totally pessimistic about attending the written examinations.

Surrounded by melancholy, and completely shattered, I wept in grief.

Before imtehan commenced, we attended the Urus Mubarak of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA in Mumbai. While doing zyarat, I placed my hands on the Qabar Mubarak of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA and desperately cried: “moula aap mara haath ma itni quwwat aapye, ke imtehan ma likhi saku”. Thenceforth, we left for Surat.

On reaching Surat, I was stunned to see my hands. The dryness had completely disappeared. Hands which were subject to a perennial dryness, simply healed, ergo, I attended the examination with total ease.

Winters have befallen and elapsed since, but I have never observed a speckle of dryness thereafter.

My verdict: stretch out and extend your hands towards Moula, and you’ll surpass every examination.

Mulla Huzefa Bhai Yunus Bhai Rampurawala

Karachi, Pakistan

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Hota Nahin Hai Radd Kisi Mohtaaj Ka Suwal, Lafz’e ‘Nahin’ Ko Jaanti Teri Zuba’n Nahin

In the year 1427H, Burhanuddin Moula RA graced Hasanpeer with his presence.

Meanwhile, Khidmat Guzar’s of Mazaraat Muqaddasaat, accompanied by their families, were blessed with the sharaf of presenting a zyafat.

As per accustomed, everyone was respectively assigned a sharaf during the zyafat, wherefore, I was required to present thaal to Burhanuddin Moula RA.

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I was in Moula’s RA room alongside Dr Moiz Bs DM and a private photographer when Moula RA entered.

Just as I had presented the thaal, I was instructed to depart the room immediately. While leaving, my heart desired: “aqa moula sathey aa moqe ma photo lewu naseeb thai”.

I had nearly exited the room, when Moula RA diverted his attention towards me with a preceptive expression, acknowledging the fact that He RA had perceived what my heart desired, and stated: “Mara nazdeek piche aawi ne kharo reh”.

The picture speaks what happened thereafter.

Sheikh Murtaza Bhai Shk Mohammad Bhai Choprawala

Makkaah, Saudia Arabia

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Qudsi Kahain Bashar Kahain Tujhko Ke Kya Kahain, Hai Aaj Tak Ye Khalq’e Khuda Ishtebaah Mein

In 1434H during Shehrullah, I suffered cough followed by immense bleeding. I was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed as having TB (tuberculosis).

Due to my severe condition, and because of the legal policies for treating TB in Dubai, which could have possibly caused a delay, we were told to proceed to Mumbai immediately.

We did likewise.

On reaching Mumbai, we decided to go to Rauzat Tahera for zyarat before heading to the hospital. Fortunately, Mufaddal Moula TUS was presiding in Rauzat Tahera at the same time, and I was blessed with the opportunity of doing zyarat in his presence.

The next morning, after fajar namaz, just before heading to the hospital, I did salam to Mufaddal Moula TUS and did shifa araz. Moula TUS acutely looked at me and said: “khuda shifa aape, Hamza AS no bakro karjo”.

Content and appeased we went to the hospital.

On reaching the hospital, the doctors said that they would require a blood sample exuding with cough before starting any treatment.

We all kept waiting, but I never coughed again.

A severe TB patient returned home without any medication, and the reason is evident.

Behn Maria Shk Mustafa Bhai Khumusi

Dubai, UAE

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