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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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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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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

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