Gar Jaan Talabi Fida-e-Janat, Sehl Ast Jawab-e-Imtehanat

گر جان طلبی فدای جانت

سهلست جواب امتحانت

My answer to all questions is easy;

‘May my life be sacrificed for you.’

At the start of my journey for my Hadi Ashara Imtehaan and Zikra in 1419H/1998 from Bangalore to Surat, I came to know that I was expecting a child. Delighted at the news, I asked my doctor if it was safe for me to travel and was permitted to do the same.

On 11th Shaban we were blessed with zyafat sharaf of Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin (RA).

As I proceeded for salam and presented my shukur najwa, which was a gold coin, Moula RA looked at me, opened the case and handed it to Busaheba Jawharat al Sharaf BS and stated “Nazrul Maqam AS che”.

Confused, I moved from there and told Busaheba that it was najwa. “Aqa Moula farmawe che Nazrul Maqam ma adaa karo”, she reiterated.

Right after the bethak, I left for Bangalore.

Upon reaching, I suffered from vomiting and aches and assumed them as usual symptoms of pregnancy.

On 7th of Shehrullah al Moazzam, at twelve weeks of my pregnancy, I started to bleed and worriedly reached to my gynecologist who instructed me to urgently get a sonography done.

The sonographer, dumbfounded and appalled by the scan results, told me that he was finding it difficult to believe I was alive, let alone healthy. At the 8th week the fetus had stopped developing, hence was dead; and for a fetus to not cause poisoning or any sort of infection over such a long period was nothing short of a miracle.

As tears gathered in my eyes, my memory immediately rushed back to the zyafat day incident when I was eight-weeks pregnant.

Now a mother of three and living a healthy life, I remember Burhanuddin Moula RA in every passing breath and say: ‘May my life be sacrificed for you.’

Behn Alefiyah Sheikh Mufaddal Bhai Fakhri

Bengaluru, India

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araz dua travel

Ishtiyaq Ke Beh Didar-e-Tu Darad Dil-e-Man, Dil-e-Man Danad o-Man Danam o-Dil Danad o-Man

A smile, a nod, and a pair of words: the formula of a divine elixir.

My story goes back to the year 1435/2014 when Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS was present in Yemen during the first ten days of Ramadan. I was fortunate to be there at that time and members of my family, including my brother and sons, intended to be part of the historic safar mubarak.

Bookings were made for the 5th of Ramadan with the Emirates International Airline. Since the visa type was on-arrival, travel logistics were expected to be carried through smoothly. However, the case was otherwise on the day of travel.

Upon checking in the airport, the authorities refused to hand over the boarding passes informing that they had not received an okay-to-board confirmation from the airlines and officials in Yemen. It came to my family as a shock when they realized that their luggage was being offloaded from the aircraft. They tried to get assistance from the immigration personnel but in vain.

As it seemed, the travel was off.

Dejected and downhearted, my brother contacted me to convey the upsetting news. I tried to get in touch with the agents in Yemen but they were out of reach. At that moment in time, Aqa Moula TUS was leading the Maghreb namaz in Masjid Mansur al-Yemen.

Following the namaz, when Moula TUS was heading to Syedna Hatim’s RA zyarat, I had an araz made about the matter, upon which, Moula TUS attentively inquired about the issue they were facing at the airport.

With an assured smile, Moula TUS said: “thai jaase”. He walked a few steps, turned back, blessed me with the nazar mubarak and reassured with a nod: “aawi jaase”.

Moula TUS was in my vision yet and the words were still echoing in the ears was when I got a call from my brother. Almost when they were about to exit the airport, the authorities decided to allow the travel to go through. Moreover, the immigration officer personally took the matters in hand and guaranteed them that he would have the luggage put back in the aircraft even though it was almost time for the take-off.

It was the divine elixir that had come into play.

Next day, we were sitting at the same place where the araz was made a day earlier when Moula TUS walked past us. I presented a shukr araz to which Moula TUS smiled and said: “aawi gaya ne.”

In this time of difficulties, it is this smile, nod, and the words of hope that shall lead us through to him soon.

Shk Mustafa Bhai Khambat

Karachi, Pakistan

dua fire Picture

Farq Itna Mahru Mein Hai Aur Mehr Charkh Mein, Tafreeq Jitni Nur Mein Hai Aur Naar Mein

‘Bolts of lightening that kindle in my soul fire of your love are a blessing, not a misfortune’ says the Persian poet Hafiz Shirazi. I feel exactly the same as I narrate my account.

The 27th of September 2020 was like any other day for me until noon; things took a dramatic turn as the night began to fall. Around 5 PM, my wife suddenly sensed heat and smoke in the living room which was right above the basement. Immediately, I came to realize that the basement was caught on fire.

I hurried down to check out what had happened. As I opened the basement door, plumes of black smoke dashed on my face and took me down. I realized the fire had taken hold and scrambled to get out of the house with my wife and mother. Due to the smoke and intense stench and heat inside the house, I had to pull my wife out from the terrace.

A crowd had gathered outside the house at the sight of clouds of black smoke billowing out of the basement. The fire brigade teams arrived at the scene after a good forty-five minutes. The fire was blazing as the teams launched into putting it out. Two hours had passed but the fire refused to die out.

In the meantime, I had an araz presented to Mufaddal Moula TUS for dua mubarak. Around 8 PM, I received the dua mubarak paigaam along with word that Moula TUS has directed to recite azaan. We recited the azaan and a few minutes later, member of the fire brigade team showed up and informed that the fire has been successfully put out.

The story does not end here.

Next day, we went down to look at the condition and clear the place. The basement used to store household items and documents in cartons which were stacked in a three tier shelf. Everything was reduced to ashes by the fire.

During the clean-up, my wife caught sight of a carton on the first tier of the shelf which appeared somewhat intact. It was striking because even things on the second and third tier had burned to a crisp. In astonishment, she advanced to pick the carton up. As she was sorting the things inside the box, she suddenly paused; and got teary.

A frame of al-Quran al-Majid and picture of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA with the zareeh mubarak of Imam Hussain AS were unaffected. The back side of al-Quran’s frame and borders of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA picture were damaged which evidenced that the fire, at some point, did come into contact with the frame and the picture.

How did the house survive such a fire that was merrily blazing for hours? How did my wife manage to come out of the house unhurt?

The answer to the questions rested in a carton inside the basement in the shape of al-Quran al-Majid’s frame and the picture of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA; connection between the two does not require an explanation.

Frame of al-Quran al-Majid.
Picture of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.
Fire residue cleared from the basement
Fire residue cleared from the basement.

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Shk Mustafa Bhai Jivanjee

Karachi, Pakistan

business dua

Pila Kas’ae Wasl Bakhsh Jaan Meri, Na Taqat Judai Ki Mujh Zaar Mein Hai

It was the year of 1988 when my garments and accessories business was going through a negative dip. I was suffering as a creditor as my debtors would refuse to payback which would disable me from paying my suppliers.

One day, I received a phone call from a supplier which stopped me hard in my track. I was asked to payback 27000 Indian Rupees, shortly.

I returned home for lunch with a heavy heart trying to plot a way to avoid the supplier and gain some time to figure out how to arrange the money. A million mixed thoughts went through my mind. In in the interim I opened the fridge and extended my arm to grab some water when I saw a glass containing “Burhanuddin Moula RA nu labb mubarak nu barakati sharbat”.

It had become our habit to keep adding to the sharbat and have it in rough times.

I took hold of the shabrat, had a small sip, closed my eyes, remembered Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and said in my heart “Moula! madad karo”.

Unsure of what to do and too embarrassed to go back to the shop I decided to stay home.

A while later I received a call, this time from my shop, which again came as a bolt from the blue. A customer had come to my shop and wanted to purchase a large quantity of material.

I rushed to the shop.

The customer, who I never saw before wanted to purchase everything that was dead stock to me on a profit of 30,000 Rupees.

I was taken aback.

We have heard Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS often state “Burhanuddin Moula paase hazaaro farishta che”.

I am a living testament.

Yusuf Bhai Shk Fakhruddin Bhai Dhuliawala

Mumbai, India

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araz Bethak dua qadambosi

Koi Tujhsa Zamane Mein Aur Shehzade Sa Alam Mein, Pidar Howe To Mein Ja’nu Pisar Howe To Mein Ja’nu

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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araz dua Milaad

Ye Mera Kaba’e Deen Rukh Kare Jidhar Apna, Banu Mein Qibla Numa Rukh Karu Udhar Apna

Round the clock, we hear miracles of Moula, accounts of His supreme virtues, and memoirs of His absolute righteousness. Upholding it as our faith, we believe in it. But being a part of it yourself elevates your trust and belief to a completely different level.

Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA wafat happened in the year I was born. I heard His RA marvels and miracles throughout my childhood. Later, I understood that He RA was our family. However, I had never experienced what I heard. To put it in an another way, I was unlucky up until then.

In the year 1995/1416 H, I traveled for Umrah. It was 14th of Rajab and a Wednesday.

I was performing tawaf on the niyyat of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, when I caught the sight of several supervisors and caretakers of Baitullah, heading their way inside. When I inquired about the cause, I was told that Baitullah is being washed and cleansed from the inside.

I still do not know why it occurred to me, but I uttered while my eyes closed; “taher saifuddin moula, aapna ghana ma’ajiz suna che, aap har dua suno cho, aaje aap koi ehwo mojizo dekhawye, ke mane baitullah ma dakhli naseeb thai”.

Just as I had finished my words, I started to sense an unusual commotion around. I felt my self getting closer to the baab of Baitullah. As the rush upsurged, I tried to pull myself back.

Suddenly, to my astonishment, a lady supervisor miraculously appeared and held my hand. Cutting me through the crowd, she towed me from the far end to the very step of the door of Kaba and pushed me in.

I was stunned.

It was just a minute ago, when I was pleading Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA for something which I felt was impossible to happen. It actually was. I saw no one except the ones who were designated to enter Kaba for its wash. Moreover, I saw the expression on the face of the lady supervisor who pulled me in. She was totally baffled about what she had done.

As everyone outside was trying to get in, the door closed, and I was blessed with sharaf of being inside Kaba for about 40 minutes.

Some might phrase this as a co-incidence, but I know, it was Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA who did it.

His Ra Milaad Mubarak and the day when Kaba descended on earth happens to occur in the same month. I witnessed the connection.

Behn Farida Mulla Hussain Bhai

Karachi, Pakistan

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araz child dua hifazat shifa

Hukm Tera Ho’we To Mumkin Hai Aisa Inqelab, Shab To Misle Rozz Ho’we Rozz Misle Shab Bane

I was seven months pregnant when I came to know that my amniotic fluid is extremely low. The doctor assured that a normal labor was out of question and an operation was inevitable.

For the next two months, I went through the medication of drips and clexane injection to increase the level of amniotic fluid.

One week before the delivery, when I went for the ultrasound, the reports stated that there is a suspicion of a single nostril. Worried and distressed, I sent all the reports in the hazrat imamiyah of Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.

It was a Wednesday, when Moula TUS pronounced dua mubarak.

Thursday night, I went into labor pains, but I was certain that I was not going to deliver before 24 hours, as I had been injected a clexane injection just a night before.

‘The pain is going to last long’, I was warned.

Throughout the night, I kept uttering; “moula mane yaqeen che aap mane madad karso”.

To everyone’s astonishment, I delivered a baby girl normally without being operated, which was totally against the odds. The baby was perfectly fine and healthy and there was no abnormality whatsoever.

It was Friday, 6th of March, the birthday of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA, and unquestionably, it was always going to bring bliss and happiness.

Behn Sakina Taher Bhai Topiwala

Karachi, Pakistan

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araz didar dua nazar

Tareef Hilm Ki Likhe Ya Madh Husn Ki, Ajiz Hai Nutq Wasf’e Shah’e Khush Sifaat Se

It was 1417H, Surat, and the Imtehan of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah coincided the Iftitah of Al Masjid Al Moazzam.

I was a five year old child waiting on the steps of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah on the day of mab’as awaiting a glimpse of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.

Cries of Moula Moula, indicated the arrival of Moulana RA from Qasr Mubarak in His RA car, blessing mumineen with His RA salaami.

As the car neared, Ammi reminded me of the araz we had rehearsed earlier. I shouted “Moula mei rozu kidu che”.

The car stopped, and out came Sh Ismail, as recalled by my mother and asked her “Moulana puchhe che bachha ye rozu kidu che??”, and Ammi responded with a nod.

I didn’t realize why Ammi was crying so much back then, but now as I think about it, Moulana RA listened to the cry of a young boy amongst a crowd of probably thousands crying and calling out Moula!.

I barely have any memory of the events that preceded or followed but I can still recall the words uttered by miyasaheb as though it happened yesterday.

In the very same fashion, He RA hears us today.

M Murtaza Shk Shoeb Bhai Haidry

Karachi, Pakisan

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araz barakat Bethak dua karachi moula nazar qadambosi Salam Sharaf shifa

Ae Aale Taha Ke Pyaare Ae Saif e Deen Sarwar, Tumhe Ye Mumineen Jhuk Kar Salam Kehte Hain

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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araz barakat dua qadambosi

Karam Se Sheh Ke Na Hargiz Rahega Be Takreem, Ye Abd Abde Ali Garche Kuch Na Kaam Kare

It was 1428 H, and Burhanuddin Moula RA had bestowed my homeland the honor of hosting Ashara Mubaraka. If my memory serves right, it was a Thursday, and a qadambosi bethak was scheduled for the mumineen of Colombo.

I had recently finished memorizing the Quran (by the eternal dua of Molana RA and divine guidance). Thus, mindful of the effort I had invested in the process, for two long, arduous years and terrified by the thought that I would forget the Quran, I ended up in the qadambosi que with an araz, seeking Moula’s RA dua so that I wouldn’t forget the Quran.

As I got closer to Moula’s RA, I saw Mehlum BS Zainuddin DM collecting all the araiz. Ergo, I handed my araz to him, explaining what it was about. Mehlum BS DM asked me whether I was in Jamea, nodded and went back to his position.

It was my turn, and I advanced towards Moula RA completely unaware of what awaited me.

While I was performing qadambosi, Mehlum BS apprised Moula RA of the details of my araz. The moment Moula RA heard that I had just finished memorizing the Quran, He RA, almost instantly, with an utmost rapture inquired “Akkha Quran yaad che?!”, I replied “Jee Moula”. Moula RA continued “Jamea ma parho cho?!”, I iterated “Jee Moula”.

Thereupon, I glanced towards Moula RA one last time and was guided towards the exit. Overwhelmed and moved, I hardly managed to walk.

Just as I stepped outside, I heard a shout “Wo Haafiz ne bulawo, Haafiz ne bulawo”. Initially, I wasn’t sure whether it was me who was being referred to or someone else. I turned around and saw Mehlum BS, and as soon as he spotted me, he vigorously gestured to come inside.

Wherefore, I was standing in front of Moula RA again.

As I trembled in a state of extreme wonderment, Burhanuddin Moula RA looked at me, and stated “Subhanallazi asra be abdehi… (Surat ul Isra Juz 15) waha si parho”. I was flabbergasted. I was blank.

As I hesistantly started praying, I heard all the Bhaisahebs hushing the crowd, crying out “quran parhai che..sagla khamosh thai jaw”. This evidently made me even more nervous.

I started reciting the first ayat. Once I reached the end of it, I erred. I don’t quite recall who was standing behind me but he corrected me. Thereafter, I halted.

Pin drop silence.

Burhanuddin Moula RA nodded suggesting that I should continue, but I was unable to recollect anything.

Silence. Moula RA nodded again.

Quietness was all I was able to respond with.

Everyone around me urged “parho parho”, but I stood passive, deadlocked, eyes fixed on Moula RA and tears pouring down my cheeks.

Moula RA inclined towards me and instructed me to come closer. I obeyed. Moula RA then placed his haath mubarak on my right shoulder and pronounced with sublime affection “Khuda Barakat Aape”.

I can still feel His RA hand on my shoulder, I can still hear his voice reverberating in my ears.

Whatever I am today, is because I am fortunate to have had acquired those three simple but profound words.

Mulla Hussain Imran Bhai Mamujee

Colombo, Srilanka

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