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 16th 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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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 chehramubarak.
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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Behn Jumana Hussain Bhai Bohari
Pandharpur, India
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I live in Kuwait. About five years back I was driving home after work at a speed of 120 km on the first track on Ahmadi express highway. All of a sudden one of the tires burst and I lost control of the car. I tried to apply brakes. As a result the car started moving zigzag on the road. To avoid hitting other cars I turned the steering wheel towards the roadside. I was able to turn the car but couldn’t stop it. At the end of the roadside, there was a slope, and to my distress, the car started going down on the slope. I sensed it could topple over due to the high speed. At that crucial moment, unbelievably, my car stopped with a jerk. Without wasting anytime I removed my safety belt and jolted out of the car.
A series of very obvious question arise here;
1. How did a fast moving car stop on a slope?
After recovering my senses I moved around the car to inspect what made it stop. I noticed a big patch on the ground firmly gripping one front tire. Obviously that was the reason of the car stopping on the slope. Had there been no patch on the ground, my car would surely have turned over or hit the railing very badly.
Alhamdolillah, I am grateful for 3 things:
1) A severe accident was averted.
2) I was not hurt. Not even a scratch
3) There was no damage to the car. The car was towed to the tire shop to replace two rear tires, and I drove home safely.
2. What did I do when the tire burst?
My immediate reaction was to remember Burhanuddin Moula RA. I just kept on murmuring MOULA MOULA. We all know many times Moula RA said in his bayan mubarak;’Koi bhi mushkil hoe to mane yaad karjo. Jo main na aawu to mai tamaro moula nathi’. I am sure it was our beloved Aqua Moula TUS who heard my calls and pulled me out of this mushkil unscratched.
Moiz Bhai Shk Taher Ali Hakimi
Kuwait
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A mumin nowadays pleads to recite his prayers behind Moula. A few amongst the hundreds are blessed with the opportunity.
I was graced with something exceptional and uncommon.
Syedna Taher Saifuddin Aqa RA was leading the namaz at Adam Masjid, Karachi. I was late, but fortunately managed to merge into the last row almost outside the masjid. Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA was being awaited.
Namaz commenced.
A car stopped behind me. I could feel a flurry entity behind me but could not look as the imamat had started. Suddenly someone whispered “Bhai”, nudged me aside, stepped on my masalla and humbly joined the prayers.
I assumed that it was a sahib from the Qasr e Aali on account of the potent scent of the attar.
The anxiety to know who it was, was hard to control.
After the salam, I looked over my shoulder and was electrified and left bound struck by the overwhelming sight of Moulana Mohamed Burhanuddin RAon the very masalla I was sitting on.
The next moment, Moulana RAhad swiftly entered the Masjid, showing one of his infinite qualities.
I sat there bewildered.
I have still kept that masalla and consider it as a treasure of my life in this world, and the life hereafter.
Bhai Mohammad Hussain Danghot
Karachi, Pakistan
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In 1944, my Dadabawa was an active-leading-member of the Muslim League political party. In Dahod, Muslim League came into power, and Dadabawa was the sole reason for it. Due to his political position, he started to receive numerous threats, and life became risky for him and for us.
Before it was too late Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA ordered Dadabawa to immediately leave Dohad and head to Karachi. Dadabawa was blessed with the sharaf of qadambosi of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA. Moulana RA grasped his hand and gently pushed it back and said to him: “Qurban Hussain, tu Karachi chalo jaa”. At the time, Dadabawa hesitantly submitted to Moulana RA that all his belongings are in India, for which Moulana RA had the same reply; “tu Karachi chalo jaa”.
Due to his activities and commitments, his departure was prolonged for a period of three months. Dadabawa went to Badri Mahal, Mumbai regarding his work, where Syedna RA saw him. Syedna RA summoned him and said to him with an urgency; “main tane kidu thu Karachi chalo ja, tu haji yahan sukaam che?! main tane 15 din apu chu”.
After his encounter with Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA in Mumbai, everything fell into place and Dadabawa reached Karachi. Upon his arrival he was interviewed by Janab Taher bs (Karachi Aamil Saheb in 1944). During their meeting, Janab Taher bs received a telegram from Syedna Saifuddin RA stating; “Shk Qurban Hussain Adeeb ne Karachi mokla che, ehnu khayaal rakhjo, ane ehney Karachi si bahar Jawa na dejo”.
Dadabawa continued his political career in Muslim League and created good ties with Quaid e Azam Mohammed Ali Jinnah.
After a few years came the year of 1947. The year of the Indo-Pak-Partition. The year of the Independence of both, Pakistan and India. Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA had sent his heir apparent (Mansoos) Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA across the border to celebrate 14th August in Pakistan, and stayed back to celebrate 15th August in India.
Those who are even slightly aware of the Indo-Pak partition history, will know how bloody and gory the event was. There were trains, full of immigrants, that left India and reached Pakistan with only martyrs, and vis-à-vis. It was not only the migration
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which was gory, but Hindu-Muslim riots were taking place all over the country, and the train system was apparently the most dangerous mode of transport.
Having witnessed all these worrisome events, Dadabawa decided to submit an araz to Moulana RA and with his permission and raza mubarak, call his family to Karachi.
Syedna RA granted raza mubarak but, advised him to stay in complete discretion, as Dadabawa was WANTED in Dohad and its surroundings.
Obeying Moulana’s RA farmaan, Dadabawa came to Dahod where we stayed in discretion for a period of three months, as the earliest flight we could get from Ahmedabad to Karachi was after 3 months. As our departure neared, the Hindu-Muslim riots became worse and most train-services had stopped. There was no way to reach Ahmedabad in time.
Out of desperation, we submitted an araz to Moulana RA and sought his advice and wisdom. I cannot recall the exact date, but Moulana RA graciously granted Dadabawa a specific date and instructed to catch a “4 waaja ni train” from Ratlam to Ahmedabad, and strictly added not to consider taking any other train.
Dadabawa bowed his head and complied to Moulana’s RA instructions.
On the given date of our departure, we reached the train station before time and inquired about the train. The station master in Dahod was shocked, and mockingly told Dadabawa to return home as no trains were scheduled to Dahod’s train-station due to on-going riots. He added that the train they were waiting for had stopped its services since 3 months.
Confused and worried, Dadabawa urgently sent a telegram and sought Moulana’s RA help. The reply suggested to wait and do as Moulana RA had instructed.
Hence, Dadabawa ignored the station master and waited with all of us.
When the clock ticked four o’clock, we heard a train approaching.
I was not surprised.
What follows surprised me:
We boarded the train, loaded our belongings, and migrated safely to Pakistan. During our train-journey from Ratlam to Ahmedabad, the only people who were present in the train, that had stopped functioning for 3 months, were: The train-driver, and a handful of staff.
These were times when trains would reach their destinations either burnt, or flooded with blood. We reached Pakistan without breaking a drop of sweat.
When Moula says; “Mumineen! Tame mari mohabbat karo cho, pan main tamne haji zyada mohabbat karu chu”, he means it.
Shk Ali Mohammed Bhai Adeeb
Karachi, Pakistan
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I was seven, and Burhanuddin Moula RA was residing in Karachi at that time.
At one instance, Shehzada Malik’ul Ashtar Bs DM took me into Moulana’s RA ghurfamubaraka while Moula RA was already there.
I was standing inside the room, confused. I couldn’t apprehend what to do, and suddenly I saw Moulana RA looking at me and directing Shahzada Sahib DM to place me near His qadammubarak.
I sat near Moulana’s RA qadam mubarak with my hands and legs shivering. Moulana RA kept looking at me for sometime and said “salam karo” – to which I replied with a trembling voice “moula salam karta nai awartu”.
Moulana RA reacted with a wide tabassum to my reply, and taught me how to present a salam.
And then, Moula RA blessed me with words which changed my life, as he proclaimed “tu jamea jase?” and repeated it a couple of times.
Being small, I wasn’t able to connect the episode; Moulas RA qadam mubarak, salam and then Jamea. Today, I recall this account, and associate it with Moulana Mufaddal’s TUS words; “Taher Saifuddin aqa farmawta, bhai Burhanuddin ne Lao jau, ehna qadmo na niche dowlat che”.
I am fortunate to have acquired that ‘dowlat’; Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah.
Behn Farida Shiraaz
Colombo, Srilanka
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My father and I, after closing a property deal in Mombasa, were returning to Nairobi via train on a Saturday in 1992. At the Mombasa Station we could only get bookings for a 2nd Class compartment and for the sake of comfort, my father urged me to speak to the Station Master and procure 1st Class Bookings which we got in a bogie that was added at the last minute, directly behind the engine.
Our journey started well and after having our dinner, we retired. In those days the first class compartments had two beds, one on top of the other. Owing to our hectic schedule in Mombasa it was not long before we were both fast asleep. Suddenly, the rhythmic noise of the train changed and we could hear the sound of gushing water. To our despair, even the lights had stopped working. It must have been between 2 and 3 a.m everything was pitch dark. At that time I asked my father if there was a river anywhere between Mombasa and Nairobi that the railway line crossed to, which he replied that there were only seasonal streams and no all-weather rivers of any sort in the area.
Slowly but steadily the water started entering our compartment and this confirmed our belief that something had gone tragically wrong with the train. In an effort to see what had actually happened and to try and escape, I desperately tried to force the compartment’s window open but to no avail. All we could hear was the thunderous sound of water gushing by.
As the water rose further, I asked my father to come onto the top bunk. The water rose further and further and in the deep darkness clutching my father’s hand, I silently prayed. I thought of my worst dread in life, to drown, which seemed to be the fate that I was going to face.
The water rose even further until there were only about four inches between the roof of the compartment. The level of the water did not stop rising. In a final appeal, I cried out to Imam Hussain AS and Burhanuddin Aqa TUS to save us. In that very instance the water stopped rising and began to slowly recede.
We were recused from the jaws of death. Literally.
It was several hours before we were able to get out of the train and reach safety. When we emerged from the train, we noticed that we were in an area where maize was being grown and there was only one baobab tree in that vicinity against which our boggy had lodged onto, preventing it from being pulled away like the engine and the three bogies behind ours, causing the death of more than 350 lives. The train engine and four of the train cars had plunged into this area as the bridge for the railway line had collapsed in the floods. Only one fatality had occurred from our bogie, which was of a young man who had forced open the window of his compartment and drowned in the gushing force of the over-powering water.
Now, you may ask – How do I know Moula RA saved me?
I have proof.
The very next day, in the Shafahi Imtehaan in Surat, a Talabat from Arusha was asked directly by Aqa Moula RA to recount the incident of the train that had happened recently. At that stage we had not even been able to send a fax, expressing Sajadatus Shukr in Hazrat Imamiyah when Moula RA asked this question!
Undoubtedly, only he, who had saved us, could have known of the incident.
We hear time and again, Moula TUS remind us, that when in trouble remember me and my “DUA” will hasten towards you.
And it never fails to do so.
Shk. Ayman Shk. Esmail Arushawala
Arusha, Tanzania
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