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Hai Najm’e Sa’adat Mein Ye Taseer Jo Dekhe, Isko Koi Mahmum To Buss Daf’a Wo Hum Ho

Sleep, from my earliest conscious memory, was forever a disturbed, nightmare plagued ordeal for me. I’d wake up screaming for fear of ghosts, witches, monsters, and myriad other unknown creatures that my overactive imagination would concoct. My eyes were very weak since I was born and to compensate, my other senses were perhaps on overdrive. In my half blind existence, and despite my parents’ extensive efforts to procure the best in treatments and glasses, I nonetheless felt haunted at all times by things I saw and sensed. Thus, I grew up an oddball tortured kid with the large glasses, always scared and always trying to find a safe spot to hide from the world.

When I turned nine, Burhanuddin Moula RA blessed us with his presence at our home and stayed in my parents’ newly built home for three days and two unforgettable nights. I got the opportunity of performing talaqqi, (and literally “bumped” into) Moulana RA many times during those three magical days. Needless to say—although it took my weak humanly nazar three decades of hindsight to fully appreciate—in that trip, Moula RA left an enormous indelible effect on us and our generations to come.

Rather, I would take it further and say that I felt that Moula RA came to Peshawar for me. And I know that every member of our tiny jamaat will stake the same claim, and hold the conviction that Moula RA made the trip precisely to save them or make them whole. We all know that, that is the wonderful effect of our Moula; we each feel like the most special one despite standing in a sea of people. Every nazar seems like it is crafted for us and for us alone. Every word is a direct dialogue with us as an individual, personalized towards what ever questions we have in our minds during waaz.

In that safar to our humble but proud town—proud to have had the honor of hosting Burhanuddin Moula RA thrice in a jamaat that on a good day would swell to but five thaals—an image of Moula RA sticks in my mind. My cousin and I were outside playing our usual games in the large gardens that surrounded our homes within the larger gated compound, when we found ourselves in the portion that extended towards Moulana’s RA room. As we ran around to the back, we saw Moula RA in the study through the large windows sitting on a rocking chair with Quran Majeed in hand. On hearing us outside, Moula RA looked up and smiled at us the most beautiful smile, filled with warmth and tenderness.

In our infinite ill-manners and insane excitement at being noticed, my cousin and I started waving at Moula RA and He RA looked at us and waved back in the most lighthearted way I have ever seen Him RA be. We didn’t think much of it then, other than sharing our adventure for bragging rights with the younger cousins.

Little did I know, that since then that image of Moula RA, in the rocking chair waving at two bare footed, unrefined children with the most effortless love, will save me on so many different occasions.

I now know that the day I remember standing and weeping, as Moula’s RA car pulled out of our garage, was in fact the day the healing began and the nightmares receded. I would, by the pure intuition of a survivor of horrors, conjure up that memory every time I was scared. I grew stronger in my faith as time went by, as I headed into the world with uncertain steps. With that barakat, I learnt how to follow my heart in matters of deen and duniya. I’ve been lucky and blessed beyond my wildest dreams, in my personal and professional life.

I was sure that my nightmares would one day kill me in my sleep; but since 1987 I have been sleeping like a rock. My friends at college would have to poke me routinely to check that I was alive, due to my infamous heavy sleep.

A miracle was recently defined by Mufaddal Moula TUS as the altering of a state from what it was, to something else.

I know now that back then Moula RA, with his noorani nazar, had seen my entire person and whole life trajectory, and even today continues to look down upon me with that same smile and effortless love.

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 Behn Hawra M. Zohair Harianawala

Houston, TX, USA

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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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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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Koi Andaza Kar Sakta Hai Uske Zor’e Bazu Ka, Nigah’e Marde Mumin Se Badal Jati Hain Taqdeerain

Formerly, during Burhanuddin Moula’s RA 100th Milad, Tazkerat attracted attention of a Muslim-Indian in Mumbai, who over heard the name of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA, and anxiously intervened; “mein Syedna Burhanuddin ka bahut bara mureed hoon”. 

This is his story:

“I have been required to do the arrangements of all the zabeehat in Saify Mahal for 18 years. I used to refer to Syedna Burhanuddin as Mullaji until one day, when I was asked to come to Saify Mehel, I went there and found no one at the entrance. While inquiring about the bhai sahebs who would usually meet me at the entrance, I reached the second floor where Syedna Burhanuddin was seated in a hall with a reasonable crowd around him.

Woh kuch bayaan farma rahe thhey – unki awaz aur unka bayaan sunte hi mein wahaan kharaa ho gaya aur bhool gaya ke mein wahaan kyun aaya tha.

Jab unka bayan khatam hua, tab mujhe ye ehsaas hua ki mein po’ne teen (2 hours and 45 minutes) ghante se kharaa tha aur unka bayan sun raha tha. Mere aankho mein aansu or aqal ko hairat ke aik insaan itni der tak – is umr mein – aisa bayan kaisey kar sakta hai. Mein samajh gaya ko wo hamare jaise insaan nahin hain, aur tabb se mein unko Syedna bulata hun.

I asked him to pray for Moulana RA to which he replied : “Hum unke liye kya dua karenge, is zubaan se unke jaise shakhs ke liye dua ho nahi sakti.

Dua to hamare dil se nikalti hai – ke khuda unko sehat de aur lambi umr de. Mujhe aaj fakhar hai – kyun ke bohot kum khush naseeb hote hain – jo unka didar karte hain, aur awaz sunte hain”.

Needless to say, the world cries in His RA remembrance today.

Abdul Mumin Al Ansari

Mumbai, India

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Nigah’e Lutfo Inayat Nazar’e Mehro Ata, Ye To Ye Aur Bhi Ehsan Hain Kinke, Inke

During Burhanuddin Moula’s RA visit to Mombasa, on one instance I received the sharaf of presenting a bowl of water to Moula RA, so that He RA could wash his hands after jaman.

Heretofore I had been a victim of chicken allergy. It was so arduous, that each time I would touch chicken, I would break into a severe rash resulting in several injections and antidotes.

Therefore, benefiting from the opportunity, I presented Moulana RA with my araz “moula mane chicken allergy che, chicken ne haath bhi nahin lagawi sakti”

Moulana RA responded with a smile and took a keen look at my hands – no words.

Thenceforth till present a person who was strictly prohibited from touching or even getting near chicken, is eating chicken with her very hands. The allergy apparently perished.

Just a glance did it.

Behn Jamila Hussain Bhai Jamaly

Mombasa, Kenya

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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

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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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Do Jaha’n Ki Us’e Hoti Hai Sa’adat Hasil, Jiss Pe Shah’e Deen Inayat Ki Nazar Karta Hai

Even a few seconds of Moula’s didar is often just what it is needed to overcome life’s hardest moments.

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It was Burhanuddin Mouala’s RA qadambosi bethak for bairao in Mombasa, following Ashara Mubarak a few years ago. I was standing in the qadambosi queue until it was my turn. I performed qadambosi, and was being guided out of the venue when suddenly Moula RA instructed me to stay with an ishara of his hand.

No words. No sentences. Just me, standing in front of Him RA. The bethak paused, and I sensed a state of confusion and puzzlement around.

For the next eternal thirty seconds, Moula RA fixed his nazar mubarak on me with a concern on his face, as I stood there overwhelmed, unaware of what it actually meant. Thereafter, I was directed out of the masjid and I headed on to my hotel.

While on route to the hotel, my auto rickshaw driver who might have had his attention elsewhere, transgressed on to the wrong side of the road. I saw a huge truck hitting our tuk-tuk. I was still being rolled over, when I saw an another truck coming our way. There was no chance of me getting out.

In the blink, I reconciled to the fact that this was indeed going to be the end.

Something inexplicable happened thereafter.

Just before the truck was to blow an already damaged tuk-tuk out of sight, I was out from nowhere, standing on the road. I saw the tuk-tuk being crushed out of shape in front of my eyes.

It was then when I was able to comprehend Moula’s RA act in the bethak. He RA blessed me with an armor of His RA nazar mubarak.

Burhanuddin Moula RA often stated “tamaro koi baal bhi waako nai kari sake” – He RA truly meant it.

Behn Ruqaiyah Shk Sajjadhussain Bhai Qourbanhussain

Paris, France

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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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Kya Aur Phir Nigah Karein Ankh Utha Ke Hum, Ankho’n Mein Jabb Khapa Huwa Tujhsa Jawa’n Rahe

It was around 30 years back that I used to hand-make truck mirrors from plastic sheets using silver and different acids with my bare hands.

I worked from my home and had a room specifically distinguished as my work-space.

It was one day, the day that held the capacity to entirely wreck my life, while I was working that I went to pick up an acid container to continue with my work. I used to put the acid-container on a raised shelf to ensure safety, as my little daughters and son would occasionally enter the room to observe my work.

That day, while I picked up the container, it accidently slipped from my hands and fell. The acid was concentrated and so were the fumes it emitted, which penetrated directly into my eyes. Not only my eyes, but also my hands suffered severe burns. Instinctively I was more worried about my eyes. The next moment, everything faded away from my sight. I blacked out.

I was instantly rushed to the hospital.

During the journey from my home to the hospital, on the verge of blindness, I had my vision fixated on Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and kept on praying to him to save my eyes. While recalling the memories of doing Moula’s RA didar, I desperately pleaded to myself: “would all those moments just remain memories for me?”.

On reaching the hospital, the doctor insisted on an immediate checkup. He put a few drops, bandaged them and asked me to wait till the medicine could react. When I inquired his opinion on the situation of my eyes, he made it quite apparent that the damage to the eyesight was devastating and I would only be able to see again, perfectly, through a miracle.

Amidst the never-ending wait, while I rested on the hospital bed approximating a probable surgery, all my thoughts were diverted to Moula RA. I kept calling His RA name to save my eyes. Doing so, I fell asleep.

That’s where Moula RA answered my prayers.

I dreamt that I went for Moulana’s RA imamat namaz. After the namaz, as Maula RA was exiting the masjid, I submitted my araz, of how the acid had spilled onto my eyes and how much I feared losing my eyesight. After listening to my araz, Maula RA leisurely brought his noorani chehra mubarak closer to my face and breathed out shifa into both my eyes.

Just that moment, the nurse woke me up. The doctor checked my eyes and found himself aw struck. He explained to me how he didn’t understand how my eyes turned out completely unharmed, just after the state he had seen them in some time ago.

And so, no surgery, neither any form of treatment was required. The damage simply disappeared.

Thenceforth till present, my eyes are scatheless.

Today, when I am fitly able to see everything, my eyes tear for the sight of my savior, Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA, whose didar mubarak breathed life into the lifeless.

Bhai Abdullah Yousuf Ali Rawala
Karachi, Pakistan

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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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