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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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 qadambosibethak 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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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.
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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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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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Burhanuddin Moula RA was present in Karachi in 1425H, when He RA bestowed the city with the celebrations of his 93rd milaad. On the occasion, there was a program organized by madrasafarzando in Taheri Masjid. Everyone participated in different activities and acts, which were going to take place in front of Moulana RA.
I was required to perform as a pigeon, and all I had to do was to keep moving my wings throughout an act.
Amidst our act, I prayed; “moula aap mari taraf aik nazar farmawo”.
That very instant, to everyone’s astonishment, Moulana RA pointed towards me, and asked me to get near him in the midst of the skit.
What happened next was something I will never forget – Moulana RA placed his haath mubarak on my head, and inquired my name and my parents names. Upon that, amongst hundreds of children, I was fortunate to perform qadambosi.
No one present was able to apprehend the unexpected scene, as Moula RA heard what my heart entreated.
Murtaza Bhai M Mustafa Bhai Mandviwala
Karachi, Pakistan
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My father – Shk Ahmed Khairullah suffered from an accident 20 years ago, in which a bone in his nose was broken.
The broken nose didn’t make the face look very pleasant when he used to wear glasses.
Fortunately, Burhanuddin Moula RA was in Karachi at that time.
During a qadambosi bethak, my father got the sharaf of performing qadambosi.
When he came outside we noticed that his glasses were gone. Obviously misplaced.
We all thought of ordering a new one but something interesting had happened. As my father’s eyes had been blessed with the touch of Moula’s RA qadam mubarak, his eyes regained power and even though he was in his 80’s when he passed away, we never ordered a second pair of spectacles for him again.
Shk Noman Bhai Khairullah
Karachi, Pakistan
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I was in the ninth standard (Darajah Tasea) in Al Jamea Tus Saifyah and imtehaan had just ended.
There used to be a qadambosibethak after imtehaan each year in Surat. Everyone was required to sit class wise, perform qadambosi and return to their respective seats.
When I finished my qadambosi and was about to return, Burhanuddin Moula RA asked me: “Su naam taru?”
I replied: “Moula Shabbir.”
Moulana RA asked: “Gaya saal mozey par gayo tho?”
I replied: “Jee Maula, gayo tho”.
Moulana RA got closer and studied me closely. Thereafter, I was back to where I was seated.
The brief experience moved me. I wept in gratitude for the opportunity of having exchanged a few words with Maulana RA.
When the bethak concluded, I went to perform zyarat of Do’aat in gratitude.
While my head rested on the turbat mubarak of Syedna Abdeali Saifuddin RA, I prayed: “aaje to Moulana ye maru naam puchu, koi waqt ehwo din bhi aawe ke Moulana maney naam si bulawe?”
The same night I had a dream where I saw myself standing with a friend as Moulana RA arrived. Moulana RA called out my name and said:“Shabbir yahaan aao” and then, “Shabbir, aao yahaan!”
When I proceeded, Moulana RA pronounced “Shabbir, tu dua pare chey? Tilaawat Dua ni dua har roz parhje!”
[Yesterday on the 19th of August 2015, a noble Khidmat Guzaar of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah passed away. He was always active, joyous, and full of life. It is utterly saddening and disheartening to admit the fact that he will no longer be amongst us. May Allah Ta’aala bless his soul and grant him Shafa’at of Panjatan Paak and Du’aat Mutlaqeen. Ameen]
Today we are positive that his desire is truly fulfilled as Moula often states: “tamaro gale dum awse, to Mamlook Aal e Mohammed tamne olkhi laees”.
We had a strong bond with Janaab, as he was our class teacher in Darajah Sabea (STD 7). This photo was taken in the ending of our Darajah Rabea (STD 4).
Shk Shabbir Bhai Khambatwala
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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In 1433, it was Burhanuddin Moula’s RA last Ashara Mubarakah in Surat. I was amongst those fortunate mumineen who attended both Moua; Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS commencing Waaz Majlis in the morning, and Burhanuddin Moula RA presiding over the Matam Majlis in the evening.
It was long since I had done Burhanuddin Moula’s RA salam, and I was never blessed with the sharaf of Mufaddal Moula’s TUS salam either. Therefore, it was the only dua I prayed for, every day during Ashara Mubaraka. Hundreds of mumineen were getting sharaf of qadambosi and salam including my friends, family and almost everyone I knew of. I kept praying.
As the days passed, I started to feel uneasy and my thirst increased. Every time I did deedar, I wept and my heart cried; “moula mane bhi naseeb thai”. Until it was Ashura, my last hope. The last qadambosibethak ended. I was heart–broken, and I grieved immensely. Had I sinned so much? Moula, please forgive me; the only thoughts that came to my mind.
It was 12th of Moharram, and my last day in Surat. I was standing amongst a crowd of mumineen for, probably, my last deedar before I left. I waited with a salam envelope in my hand, and with eyes full of tears. Mufaddal Moula TUS arrived. As He TUS progressed in front of the crowd I was standing in, my heart called; “Moula mane maaf karjo”, and I cried out; “Moula”.
Moula TUS turned around, looked at me, stretched out his haath mubarak over the crowd towards me, placed it on my hands, acknowledged the lifafa, smiled and progressed ahead. I could not stop crying.
I went to my utara, recalled what I had experienced, and with my eyes wet, I slept. In my dream, I saw Burhanuddin Moula RA leading the tilawat dua in the Evan Mubarak of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah, where He RA was seated on a gaadi. I was standing there with abna’ul Jamea, and I suddenly heard a behnsaab instructing me to do salam. As soon as I bent down to perform salam, I wept uncontrollably. Burhanuddin Moula RA pulled me closer, extended his haath Mubarak so I could perform salam, kissed my forehead and said; “khush che, hawe roje nai”.
Indeed, Moula can never see tears in his children’s eyes.
Behn Rashida M Mufaddal
Karachi, Pakistan
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