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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dua nazar Sharaf

Ik Tujh Pe Tasadduq Karu Ik Tere Pisar Par, Iss Sar Ke Siwa Dewe Khuda Mujh Ko Jo Sar Aur

Many years ago my son and I traveled to Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin’s RA hazrat ‘aaliya to present wajebaat.

We were in Saifee Mahal when a Bhaisaheb saw us and said; “Tamein wahaan Karachi walao saathey jai ne betho”. My son and I were about to join them, until someone on duty there intervened and said: “you are not allowed in here”.

The next moment, we were shown our way out of the hall.

We kept our calm and waited outside for Didaar Mubarak. While standing there, a Bhaisaheb saw us and guided us in again. It was a matter of time, and we were amongst the Karachi Jamaat.

While the Ummaal of Karachi were performing araz, my son and I were standing behind the railings doing didar. Unexpectedly Moulana RA turned his attention towards us, waved his haath mubarak and directed us to come to the other side of the barricade.

Whereupon, we promptly went towards Moulana RA, and performed qadambosi. Meanwhile, Moulana RA had his nazar mubarak fixed on us. Just as we were on our way out, Shehzada Ammar bhaisaheb DM and Shehzada Qusai bhaisaheb DM came hurrying towards us and said: “Moulana yaad farmawe chhey!”

Startled and bewildered, we were escorted back to Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA.

As I descended on Moulana’s RA qadam mubarak I heard Moulana RA pronouncing to everyone nearby; “tamne khabar chhey bawaji saheb aane khatt likhta tha?”

Shaking, awed and unable to respond, tears streamed down my cheeks in gratitude, as Burhanuddin Moula RA smiled.

It was a moment to cherish every second of, and I will, till the end of my life.

The very first account shared with Tazkerat was from Shk Mohammed Bhai. It was due to his blessings, guidance, motivation and duas’ that Tazkerat was able to initiate such an act. His purity and sanctity was the reason people were attracted to him. His charm and piety was simply an inspiration for the young generation. Suffice to say that today a great poet, visionary, mentor, businessman, leader and a true lover of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and Huzureala TUS, left us.

Tazkerat was also fortunate to view some of the hand-written letters which Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA personally sent him. His love towards Moula, and Moula’s affection towards him was to such an extent that Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA once wrote to him in one of his letters stating; “Mohammed, tu mane ghano yaad awey chhey”.

May Allah Ta’aala bless his soul and grant him Shafa’at of Panjatan Paak and Du’aat Mutlaqeen. Ameen

This photo was taken during *Tazkerat’s* final audience with *Miyasaheb* at his place on 7th January, 2016. Amidst the genial conversation, he, for the first time, showed us the letters of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS consigned to him.

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Marhoom Shk Mohammed Bhai Zoomkawala

Karachi, Pakistan

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barakat dua shifa

Mujhse Bimar Pe Gar Ho Nazar’e Mehr Zara, Ae Maseeha Abhi Chehre Pe Bahali Ho Jae

I was in Mumbai on an occasion and my brother’s daughter caught a fever. We took it as a routine viral and thought that it would soon subside.

However, the fever kept increasing.

A sudden sense of panic besieged, and the only word everyone pronounced on witnessing the child was ‘serious’.

Frightened and unnerved, I stood in front of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA photograph and recited the dua of Nasrul Mahaba seeking shifa for my niece.

After some time, when I went into the room where she was sleeping, to examine her condition, I suddenly saw my niece calling ‘Moula! Moula!’ – as if speaking to someone in front of her.

Thereafter, she went back to sleep.

A while later, when she woke up, there wasn’t even a mere sight of fever to be seen.

It simply vanished.

My learning: call Moula – and He is there.

Bhai Ali Akber Shajapurwala

Sharjah, UAE

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araz dua Salam shifa

Kyun Khalq Tasadduq Na Ho Ishfaq Pe Har Dum, Iss Qadr Hain Iss Shaah Ke Altaf Ke Mat Puch

My father Shk Qurban Hussain Kapasi held the honor of being a classmate of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS at Jamea Saifyah.

Days leading upto his death, he strongly wished to have one last rendezvous with his Moula TUS so that he could speak all that his heart had held from the time they shared the same exam halls.

The following, is how Moula TUS answered his call;

It was 8th Rajab-1435 H, and Mufaddal Moula TUS was scheduled to arrive in Ahmadabad from Galyakot. Instead, Moula TUS travelled to Mumbai.

I was in my father’s company that day, in room no. 521 of the Saify Hospital where he was admitted.

Parallel to our was room no. 517 where Jivanjee Bs was admitted too.

After maghrib, the same day, when I was in the midst of doing dinner arrangements for my father, my eyes caught the presence of Mufaddal Moula TUS in the ward who was there to visit Jivanjee Bs.

Immediately as Moula TUS walked pass our room, I uttered “moula aik nazar”. Moula TUS instantaneously attended me, and directed himself into our room.

On witnessing my father, whom He TUS had known since long, Moula TUS stated with extreme tenderness “su thayu tamne?”, and before my father could react, Moula TUS placed his haath mubarak on my father’s chest.

For the next few minutes, my father, who was immensly weeping, expressed everything his heart ever concealed. Amidst his araz, Moula TUS fixed his nazar mubarak on my father with a rising smile.

As my father wept, Moula TUS placed his hands on my father’s cheeks with utmost shafaqat, ensuring He TUS was next to him, and he had nothing to worry about.

Thereafter, I spoke “moula ehna jahan takleef che, aap haath muki daiye”, and Moula TUS placed his haath mubarak on my father’s stomach.

After that, I gave a 500 rupee note to my father, as that was all I had at that time, and said “pappa lo moula ne salam karo” to which Moula immediately replied “nai nai aa na hoi”. With tears in my eyes, my father insisted “moula hamara par ghanu wajib che, kai nai kari sakta”.

Moula TUS then stated a few times “khuda shifa aape” and with a radiant tabassum on his face, fulfilling my father’s ultimate desire, He TUS left.

Nine days later, my father passed away. During his final days, I sensed an expression of content on his face, and I am sure he left the world leaving no regrets behind.

Umreth Zyft DSC_0086 — The picture was taken during Moula’s TUS Umreth Safar Mubarak in 1433H, when Shk Qurban Hussain Kapasi was blessed with the sharaf of zyafat. This image is the exclusive property of the contributor and Tazkerat, and may not be copied, printed or otherwise disseminated without permission.

Behn Mubarakah Murtaza Bhai Gheewala

Mumbai, India

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araz dua life shifa

Goya Tasneef’e Shah’e Deen Hai Dua’e Saifee, Ye Asar Labb Mein Shah’e Koun’o Makaa’n Rakhte Hain

This is going back to summer 1994, when we went on a four-week holiday – to Cairo for zyarat and then on to London.

Five days on reaching London, our 12 year old son Adnan contracted the deadly streptococci. The doctor ran down the numbers: 17 children had died in four months in West England. So when Adnan was diagnosed, he pronounced with grimness: prepare for the worst.

Most of Adnan’s organs – liver, heart, kidneys and lungs – were not functioning. He had tubes inserted into his body all over.

We did what every mumin’s first response is: turn to his support pillar for help. A friend telephoned Mumbai and submitted an araz to Amatulla Aisaheba QR, who in turn presented the araz to Burhanuddin Moula RA in Ahmedabad.

Adnan was operated upon for more than five hours. The doctors said that Adnan would not be able to communicate in a normal manner for at least 24 hours following the operation, due to the effects of heavy sedation.

Three hours later, Adnan telephoned us to please bring his reading book when we visit him the following day.

That is not the amazing part:

A doctor, part of the team that performed the surgery, later stated he could feel the presence of someone around the operating table proving them a helping hand.

A year later during the Mombasa Ashara Mubarakah, while Adnan performed Burhanuddin Moula’s RA qadambosi, Maulana RA smiled prudently said “havey to fine chhey?”

Burhanuddin Moula RA showered countless blessings upon us. My son’s life is one among them.

Shk Moiz Bhai Karimji

Dubai, UAE

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#OneLifeSaved araz dua hifazat life savior shifa

Kun Keh Ke Hazaro’n Ko Kar Deta Hai Zinda Ye, Dikhlata Aa’lam Mein Ea’jaze Maseehana

It was the month of Rajab and a serious ulcer problem was diagnosed in my body. Thus, I suffered bleeding on a daily basis.

On the 16^th of Rajab, while in office, I felt some discomfort. I ate something light, returned home, and went to sleep.

Upon witnessing the discomfort I was experiencing, my wife insisted that we should go to a doctor. The moment I reached the hospital, the bleeding became more profuse, resulting in loss of much of my blood. Doctors checked my pulse – it was zero. At that moment, medically, I was dead.

Juzer bhaisaheb, submitted an urgent araz to Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA for shifa and dua mubarak, in Bombay, on my behalf. While Aqa Moula RA was proceeding for waaz mubarak, my araz was presented to Him RA and shifa mubarak was pronounced.

That very instant in Karachi, my bleeding stopped. The doctors immediately began to consult where and how the treatment would begin.

They performed a complete check-up, again, and found that all the reports were suddenly clear. Not a single part of the body needed to be treated.

To their astonishment, they sent a man, who was medically dead just a few hours ago, home, without any sort of treatment. Because, Moula RA wanted to grant me a whole new life.

This zikr was narrated to Tazkerat by Shk Mudar Bhai in the year 1432H at his residence in Karachi, Pakistan.

Marhoom Shk Mudar Bhai Shakir

Karachi, Pakistan

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Bethak dua nazar shifa

Lail’o Nahar Phirta Hai Hasb’e Muraad Shah, Hatho’n Mein Inke Goya Falak Ki Lagam Hai

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 qadambosi bethak. 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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