Na Howe Phir Use Dono Jahan Mein Ranj-o-Alam, Sheh Saif-e-Deen Sa Jo Dekhe Hilaal Khoobi Kaa

The entanglement of particles has long fascinated physicists in the field of quantum physics. Particles separated by vast distances respond to one another, as though bound by an unseen connection. While the phenomenon is proven, its deeper pattern and design remain elusive. Love, perhaps, offers a gentler way to understand such entanglement through the quiet and unseen connection of hearts.

I first experienced the pain in 2021. I was fourteen years old. It felt as though my stomach was being cut open with a blunt knife. A restless helplessness settled in. I could do nothing but endure it. I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t convince myself it would pass. I didn’t even have the words to explain it to my parents. They assumed it was a simple stomachache, something temporary. And it did pass but only after sixteen hours of unrelenting pain.

No amount of vomiting, medicine, or rest brought relief. Eventually, the memory faded until 2023, when it returned. This time, the pain was sharper, heavier. It struck not once, but three times that year. I told my parents everything. We visited doctors. Each time, the pain was dismissed as acidity or an ordinary stomach issue. No one could explain it. I felt unseen, and slowly, hopeless.

By 2024, my fourth year at Al Jamea tus Saifiyah, the pain had become familiar. Predictable. Almost scheduled. Once a month, it would arrive without warning and stay for sixteen hours. I stopped mentioning it to my parents. I didn’t want to worry them, especially when I had no answers myself. I accepted it as part of my routine. There was no cure. No escape.

Even when I stopped speaking about the pain, there was someone who was listening.

Mufaddal Moula TUS blessed Karachi with the immense barakat of Ashara Mubarakah. Thousands experienced healing through his nazar mubarak, and I was among them. After Ashara, on 23rd July 2024, our family was honored with the ziyafat of Moula. I had prepared my araz beforehand. There was no mention of my pain in it. At that time, I wasn’t even conscious of the suffering I had grown used to carrying.

When I stood before Moula and began my araz, he looked at me with a gentle tabassum. As I spoke, his nazar mubarak remained upon me. Unexpectedly, at one point, Moula, with a concerned look, softly said: “Shehed paani lejo.”

For a moment, I was confused. I didn’t fully grasp what had just occurred. But as any Mumin would, I replied, “Jee Moula,” and continued with my araz. The ziyafat carried on as usual.

Three days later, the pain returned. I felt it rising within me, familiar and sharp. Instinctively, Moula’s words came to my mind. I took shifa nu shehed and paani, remembering how he had mentioned it to me.

With gratitude in my heart and tears in my eyes, I went to sleep.

From that day until today, the pain has never returned.

When Moula says, ‘dil ma mohabbat che to araz mane pohnchi jai che’, it is his reassurance that we are never unheard. Even when we don’t know how and what to ask for, he is present. He is listening.

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Mulla Mustansir Bhai Mulla Murtaza Bhai Goribai

Karachi, Pakistan

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araz Ashara dream karachi moula

Jo Kuch Ke Dil Mein Tamanna Thi Sab Huwi Hasil, Suna Jo Sab Ne Ke Motil Maram Aate Hain

Eight years had passed since Burhanuddin Moula RA had last visited Karachi. One can apprehend the thirst and desire. Only one prayer prevailed over the hearts of mumineen; “moula karachi padharo”.

In the year 1433, a few days before the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, I had a dream.

I was present in the bethak of Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS, then Mansoos of Burhanuddin Moula RA, with an audience of mumineen around me. Just as I was trying to rehearse an araz to Moula TUS to visit Karachi, Mufaddal Moula TUS blessed me with a sight of acknowledgement and asked mumineen around him in an affirming tone; “Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin nu urus kivare aave che? kivare aave che? Khabar che? Kivare aave che?”.

Suddenly a sense of confusion triggered around. No one was able to react. Availing the opportunity, I somehow managed to utter; “moula urus na 2 din baad maaru waras che!”. Moula TUS responded back with a smile, and the dream ended.

As I woke up in the morning, I was enchanted by the fortune of having an audience with Moula TUS. Although, I was completely unaware of what Moula TUS meant when He TUS inquired about the Urus Mubarak.

Until a few days later, on the very day of the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, Mufaddal Moula TUS visited Karachi. It was then when I immediately recalled the dream.

Moula hears us.

With this belief in hearts, we gathered yesterday, on the Urus Mubarak of Sayyedi Abdulqadir Hakimuddin QR, pleading; “Moula, it has been 20 years now, bless Karachi with the sharaf of Asharah Mubarakah, quench our thirst!”

And now, we await the fulfillment.

Behn Nafisa Qaizar Bhai Presswala

Karachi, Pakistan

Account contributed by Behn Ruqaiyah Mandarsaurwala.

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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 cake karachi Milaad sikhaaman teaching

Kyun Na Dilchasp Ho Taqreer Shahe’wala Ki, Lutf So’ Tarah Ka Jab Aik Sukhun Se Nikle

In 1425, Burhanuddin Moula RA was present in Karachi for his 93rd milaad. Mumineen converged from near and far with different araa’iz and hadaaya on behalf of their respective cities.

We went from Qahera with a 93″ inch cake weighing 93 kgs built around the concept of a world map with an ayat from the Quran in-scripted on it.

The theme: Burhanuddin Moula RA would save us in this world.

Now when the cake was presented to Moulana RA, the Qasre-aali saahebo around him explained to him the theme. Someone said, “Moula, 93 kgs nu cake chhey’ and Moula RA asked to verify. Then Shehzada Taha bhaisaheb Najmuddin DM asked my father to submit a proper araz.

My father fumbled and quite inexplicably did not know what to say and he ended up saying “Moula aap aa dunya si chhuraawnaar chho!”.

Moulana RA called him closer, put his hand on my father’s hand and said, “Yahaan aawo! Tamne kahu chhu, na, tamne kahu chhu..tamein tamaam aalam-e-imaan ma mumineen taraf si mane mubarakbaadi araz karo chho!”

Small instance, but Moula RA taught us how to submit an araz in the proper way by rephrasing the theme; it also shows how He RA always had mumineen in his thoughts; he then smiled and had a spoonful of cake.

Mulla Adnan Bhai Khorakiwala

Mumbai, India.

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