Among all that I have gained in the love of the beloved;
The least significant is ‘life’.
In July 2017, my mother’s health suddenly started to deteriorate. After figuring out that the routine medication is not helping, I took her for an executive full-body check-up at Agha Khan Hospital.
The reports came out indicating something unusual with the blood and my fear intensified. The doctors suggested an immediate bone marrow examination. The results showed lymphoma: cancer.
I was left numb and devastated, unable to process the news. My world was crumbling apart.
Witnessing my mother’s deteriorating health, unable to eat, move, or respond, was excruciating. The thought of her undergoing chemotherapy was unbearable, and I was not ready to see her suffer.
As the chemo sessions started, my mother’s condition kept worsening by the day. Due to her weak state, the sessions that were supposed to take place one after another uninterruptedly had to be done in the intervals of eleven days.
The doctors had already informed me of the worst.
The next month, Mufaddal Moula TUS arrived in Karachi for Ashara Mubarakah 1439 H. The very next day, I took my mother to the qadambosi bethak at Burhani Mahal.
With tears rolling down my eyes and slowly moving the wheelchair with my mother, I reached Moula TUS and uttered: “moula mara maa ne cancer che, aap shifa aapi do”.
Upon hearing, Moula TUS looked into my eyes and gestured to lift my mother up from the wheelchair.
Moula TUS pronounced “khuda shifa aape”, extended his haath mubarak and brushed it on my mother’s face, and blessed us with a beaming smile.
From that day onwards, my mother has never needed a chemotherapy session or any treatment for that matter.
Mulla Saifuddin Bhai Joriawala
Karachi, Pakistan
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The desire to witness the spectacle of metal turning into gold and the miracle of the dead coming back to an immortal life have been at the heart of mankind’s pursuit of the elixir also known as the philosopher’s stone.
I can say with utmost conviction that I have lived the aforesaid transformations.
It was the year 2016 and Mufaddal Moula TUS was in Karachi for Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA milaad when I first got a glimpse of Moula in person. Taken along by my mother for the bethak I was lumbering behind her with a broken and bleeding toe amidst a massive crowd of women crying.
Hesitant, confused, and wanting to slip out of the queue at the first possible chance, I somehow reached the bethak. As I looked up to Moula, my eyes met his warm gaze and I froze.
The elixir was in effect. My life changed.
Fast-forwarding to 16th September 2017, Moula was in Karachi for Asharah Mubarakah and I was heading to Burhani Mahal for the bethak; however, this time with eyes full of tears, heart exploding with the desire to acquire the sight of his beaming countenance, and every inch of my existence willing to swim oceans and walk scorching deserts to get a touch of his hands.
This was not me. I was unable to comprehend what was happening to me. It was the elixir-pull.
As I neared Moula, I sobbed. Unlike the norm of salaam, I clasped both the arms of Moula and cried: “moula mein aapne nai choru, jab tak aap nahi kahenge ke aap mere ghar aaenge”.
The dealings of the bethak came to an impromptu halt.
Moula responded with a sparkling grin as I remained in the same state and repeated the very words for a fine ten to fifteen seconds.
As I walked back, the reactions on the faces of the people around Moula made me realize that I might have landed myself in hot water and that I will never be allowed to be in this place again.
Regardless, somehow, I was at the bethak again the very next day with my mother.
I was standing at a side in the hall eagerly hoping no one would remember me from the previous day when a behnsaab approached and asked me to get in the qadambosi queue. I hesitated initially as I did not want to be in the spotlight again after creating a scene less than twenty-four hours ago but submitted myself into the line upon insistence.
As I neared Moula, I saw the smile on his face widening, and making use of that, I voiced: “Moula mein aapko remind karwane aayee hun ke aapko mere ghar aana hai”.
The buzzing in the hall fell into complete silence as everybody stood in shock and awe.
Moula nodded and I bolted out of the hall.
On the 8th of October, Sunday, I was informed that Moula wished to visit my house. He remembered, was my first reaction to the news. As we scrambled to make preparations, I felt the house was grooming itself for Moula’s visit.
When I saw Moula walking towards my house, I broke down in tears in front of him and he stated: “pehla din awi ne mane kidu hatu ke mara ghare padharo, mein awi gayo”.
The next fifteen minutes seemed like a lifetime. We poured our hearts out to him in form of words, tears, and emotions. He listened to all of it, perceived the unsaid, and placed his haath mubarak on us assuring we need not worry as he is always going to be there.
Just before Moula was about to leave, he looked at me as I had my gaze fixated on him. My heart was crying a lot that I could not bring to words but I could perceive Moula was hearing it all.
At that moment, with tears running down my face and hands folded, I uttered: “I love you so much Moula”.
With moist eyes and a warm smile, Moula looked at me as a father would regard his daughter who has come back to life from death.
What is an elixir? The answer rests below.
Mufaddal Moula arriving at Amatullah (Ambreen) Behn’s house.
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Behn Amatullah (Ambreen) Fakhruddin Bhai Valika
Karachi, Pakistan
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Asifiye mvua imemnyea; he who praises rain has been rained upon.
Here begins my story:
In the year 2000, Burhanuddin Moula visited Dar es Salam. I was a five-year-old girl in KG 2 of Al Madrassa tus Saifiyah tul Burhaniyah. It was my cousin’s nikah, and my fuaji got the sharaf of zyafat. So little I made the most of it.
Without being properly mindful of the zyafat rituals, and with extra najwa covers given to me by my father in case of necessity, I decided to use them all for Burhanuddin Moula RA, going to do salaam as many times as I could. I went with my dadima, nanima, masi and a couple times on my own. I was not completely certain, but I sensed that Burhanuddin Moula RA had been noticing me. After keeping on standing in line for salaam more than a few times, I went out to play. However, behind my back, there was a whole other scenario unfolding.
Burhanuddin Moula RA had asked for me; “dikri ne lei awo”. All the daughters in our family were presented to Moula RA but Moula RA kept saying: “nai, wo dikri ne lai awo”.
Soon enough, I was found by my father, who had frantically searched for me everywhere, after the realization that I was the only child who wasn’t presented to Moula RA. As soon as I got near Moula RA, He RA smiled and inquired: su naam che taru?. Terrified and wondering what I may have done wrong to be called for, I uttered my name. My voice couldn’t have been lower because of which I had to repeat the name thrice, each time a little louder.
Moula RA asked me my age. Taken aback again for some reason, my volume went down. In a very low voice, I said five. Again, I had to repeat it. By the third time when Moula RA asked again, I had gathered up some good confidence, which was enough for me to extend my palm right up and say five. Moula RA laughed, stroked my cheek like he used to and instructed my father there: “bhai Mufaddal pase lai jau”.
Shortly after that, I was standing in front of Mufaddal Moula TUS, equally terrified as I had been in front of Burhanuddin Moula RA earlier. But, a little confident too, because, with that cheek stroke and the tabassum I had gotten from Moula RA, I felt stuffed with aplomb. I did salaam to Mufaddal Moula TUS and right after, Moula TUS started quizzing me; asked me Burhanuddin Moula’s name, Syedna Taher Saifuddin saheb’s name, asked me to recite salawaat, and say the names of panjatan paak. I answered everything correctly, with a big smile, feeling proud of myself.
Mufaddal Moula TUS then instructed me to recite Imam Hussain’s shahadat. Unfortunately, I didn’t know it at that time and I said, “school ma hajhi nathi sikhawu”. Upon hearing this, Mufaddal Moula TUS directed me to do matam. I obeyed. Moments later, I was carried away by my father and got busy in playing.
Next thing I remember is being at school the next day and I saw students being given a piece of paper that had Imam Hussain’s AS shahaat on it and everyone had to memorize it that very day.
For a long stretch of time, I used to recall this instance in order to flaunt my chance of having been able to converse with Burhanuddin Moula RA and Mufaddal Moula TUS. However, with time, the episode stemmed into a profound realization of identity for me. Burhanuddin Moula RA inquired about my extrinsic identity and routed me to Mufaddal Moula TUS who’s inquiry was an interpretation of mumin’s intrinsic identity. Ever since then, this realization of abiding by both identities has helped me triumph over the toughest hurdles of life.
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Behn Batul M Mukarram Amiji
Dar es Salam, Tanzania
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At the time of Shehzadi Sakina Behnsaab’s demise, Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA visited Karachi.
Earlier, I received the news that I had conceived.
During Moulana’s visit, a qadambosi bethak was arranged for doctors. My husband who was going to attend the bethak was assigned the task of seeking a name for the child.
Hence, with the help of a khidmat guzar, we managed to draft a required araz, and my husband, who was not totally confident on getting the opportunity, carried the araz to the bethak.
As my husband appeared for qadambosi, he presented the araz and uttered “moula naam waste araz che”. With a brief look on the araz Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA replied “qurratul ain Bhai Mufaddal ne pucho”. My husband unexpectedly repeated “moula aap naam aapo” to which Burhanuddin Moula RA greeted him with the same words.
He stood there blunt, unaware of what to do next. Moula RA stated again “qurratul ain Bhai Mufaddal ne pucho”, and he was out of the queue.
Ensuingly, a khdimat guzar who was close by, guided him to Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS, Shehzada then.
Disheartened by the fact of not procuring the name from Burhanuddin Moula RA, the rue forced him to remain silent.
Mufaddal Moula TUS had a keen look at him, apparently realizing what was going through his mind, sought a pen and inscribed two names on the araz.
With a sense of discontentment, my husband returned home.
Just as we unfolded the araz, we were baffled. Two names for a boy, and none for a girl. A sense of bleakness seized us.
Ignorantly, my husband abandoned the araz, and exited the scene.
Nothing went as planned.
Six months later, on one afternoon, my husband was holding the araz in his hand, with tears flowing down his cheeks.
What happened earlier that day was, that I underwent a routine ultra sound, which revealed that I was carrying twins.
Everything that had happened six months earlier started to fall into place.
The series of events that occurred thereafter can be easily comprehended.
Friday, on the day of Imam Hussain’s AS chehlum, I delivered twin boys, Hussain and Burhanuddin.
We can undoubtedly understand today, how much He TUS loves the two names, and what they mean to Him TUS.
Behn Fatema tus Sugra Dr Sohail Bhai Rangwala
Karachi, Pakistan
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In the year 1433H, on 30th Shawwal Mukarram, I was blessed with the sharaf of misaq upon the haath mubarak of Mufaddal Moula TUS, then mansoos of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.
While seated in the queue, as I awaited my turn, I curiously kept noticing Moulana TUS, as He TUS was greeting everyone with a radiant smile. And so, I kept praying “moula mari taraf bhi dekhi ne tabassum farmawe”.
It was my turn then, and I advanced towards Moula TUS.
Just as I sat in front of Moula TUS, somebody else presented an araz and Moula TUS turned to him and attended the araz. My turn ended, and I was out.
Following the bethak, I could not stop crying. I kept pleading as my tears flowed “moula ye maari taraf dekhi ne tabassum na kidu, maara ghana gunah che”.
With my eyes full of tears and heart filled with grief, I fell asleep. That very night, I had a dream.
I was sitting on a road, amongst a crowd of mumineen who were waiting for Mufaddal Moula’s TUS arrival. I had somehow managed to get a place in the first row.
After a while, Moula TUS arrived.
As Moula TUS moved forth me, He TUS stopped. With a beaming tabassum on His TUS face, Moula TUS turned to me and affirmed “mein ye gai kaale taru misaaq lidu thu ne?”. “Jee Moula” I replied in a trembling voice.
With an unceasing tabassum, Moula TUS then further asked “tu khush che?”, to which I somehow managed to respond “Jee Moula”, and He TUS then progressed ahead stating “mane bhi ghani khushi thai che”.
Moula usually states “mumineen mane tamari ghani fikar che”, and these are not just words. Its a promise.
Behn Hussaina Sheikh Abdulhussain Burhani
Karachi, Pakistan
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I have been lucky enough to be in the hazrat imamiyah of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA and Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA regularly in Mumbai, since my tender age of five-seven.
At the time of Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA, I used to get the sharaf of qadambosi and salaam, almost every night. Even after 1960, when we shifted to Khar (a suburb of Mumbai), we continued to be present in Maula’s RA bethak.
On one instance I was called alone at night.
After the bethak, I got late and missed the last train back home. It was around 1 AM in the morning when I started to walk. Recalling and recollecting the blessings of Moula, I unexpectedly managed to traverse the Grant Road, Pedar Road, Haji Ali, Mahim, Bandra to Khar, nearly 14 Km, just in two hours.
Consequently when my mother did araz to Maula RA narrating about this; Maulana Taher Saifuddin RA stated: “Taher nahi, hamari mohabbat ma rasto bhi laptai jai”.
To walk across the road of life, it is the mohabbat of Moula we need, nothing else.
Mulla Taher Bhai Attarwala
Pune, India
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Few years ago, I traveled to Mumbai, to present my wajebat in the Hazrat Imammiya of Aqa Moula Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.
When I entered the room where Moula RA was presiding, I totally forgot all I had precisely memorized and rehearsed earlier, to seek dua for my parents, brothers, job et cetera.
While I stood in front of Moula RA with tears in my eyes, I spontaneously uttered: “Moula bairo hamela che, naam ni araz che”.
I hadn’t finished my words as Moula RA immediately pronounced ‘Murtaza’. I reiterated the araz once again, and Moula RA repeated ‘Murtaza’.
Before I could further progress the araz, I was on my way to the exit.
I was surprised. Moula RA did not inquire about the names of the parents neither Moula RA asked whether we already had a baby. Just one name ‘Murtaza’.
I blamed myself as I thought I had blown the opportunity by not presenting the araz properly. ‘I should have written the araz’, ‘I should have gone through someone’, were the distressing thoughts which kept me unsettled for about 3 months.
Until we were blessed with a baby boy on 18th November.
The story does not end here.
I was awestruck when my son’s chatti coincided with the very day in which Rasool Allah SAW appointed Ali Murtaza AS as his successor.
‘Murtaza’, He RA had already chosen the name for us.
Bhai Shabbir Bhai Asghar Bhai Saifee
Sharjah, UAE
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It was Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA final visit to Karachi and I was a student in STD 3 in the CMS school, which was located very near to Adam Masjid, where Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA would usually preside over bethaks.
Relatively, getting the sharaf of qadambosi in those days could be well described as ‘a piece of cake’. Mostly, the bethaks would be held in forenoon, hence, sneaking out of the school for qadambosi was part of my routine.
One such day, the recess bell went off and instinctively, I headed towards the bethak, until I realized that I had nothing to perform salam with, besides what my mother had handed me that morning; 15 paisa to bring home some fresh mint (pudina) and coriander (dhanya) leaves.
We were crimping and saving in that stage of life.
Ignorant of everything else, I split the 15 paisa into three halves of 5 paisa each with the intention of doing Moulana’s RA qadambosi thrice.
I rushed towards the masjid, performed salam twice and rejoined the queue for the third time.
After the third time, Moulana RA looked at me and said, “yahan aaw”. I stood there bewildered whilst Moulana RA with a radiant smile on his face queried; “15 paisa to khatam thai gaya, hawey tu dhanyo ne pudino kem lesey?”.
I was startled.
Moulana RA, thereupon, instructed Miyan saheb Shk Ibrahim Bhai Yamani to bring 20 paisa to be handed over to me and said, “aa 15 paisa no dhanyo ne pudino leje, aney 5 paisa si, aa masjid na bahar aik bakery che, maney khabar chey taney ehnu ‘cake powder’ ghanu bhaawey chey, aa bija 5 paisa si ye khai ne jaaje.”
Unable to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired, I was merrily on my way and did as I was told.
When I reminiscent that fateful day today, I run out of words to express the overwhelming emotion that fills heart, but Moulana knows what it conceals and He fulfils what it wishes for.
For it was none other than Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA who would state the following sentence with sheer confidence; “tamra ghar ma aik chamchi girey chey, to mara kaan ma ehnu awaaz awey chey.”
Shk Shabbir Bhai Hussain Bhai Shikari
Karachi, Pakistan
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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 qadambosibethak. 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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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 chehramubarak.
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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