Aur Aankho Ka Surma Banane, Ko Ae Moula Teri Khaak e Paa Loon

با یاد تو میخوابم در خواب تو را بینم
از خواب چو برخیزم اول تو به یاد آیی

I sleep with your memories; I see you in my sleep

Whenever I wake up; you are the first to come to my mind.

At times, for the purpose of clearly seeing, one needs to close the eyes. My story serves as a perfect supplement to the above Persian couplet.

In the year 2011, my father sustained a peculiar condition in his eyes in which he lost all control of his eyelid reflex. So much so that we had to lift his eyelids upwards whenever required; and every time, they would drop down after a couple of seconds.

Shattered and devastated, we scrambled to consult numerous eye surgeons who attended to the case stunned. As an immediate measure, they prescribed botox injections since they were not able to comprehend the reason behind the sudden and complete failure of corneal reflexes.

At the same time, we consulted Dr. Pettarusp M. Wadia, among the renowned neurologists in Mumbai. Upon witnessing my father’s state communicating and moving about with his eyelids shut, the doctor observed that the condition is very unusual as it may happen to one in a thousand and that he had never come across a case of this condition with such severity. In a grim tone, he advised continuing with the botox injections.

All that was light in our lives sometime before turned to darkness. As days passed, hope continued to get dimmer and at one point, even a glimmer of it was difficult to see.

Almost a year passed and nothing changed. My father would barely manage to use his eyes a couple of times throughout the day after somebody would assist him in lifting his eyelids up.

I was living in Marol at that time and my father was living with my elder brother in Dhulia. Bearing in mind my father’s condition, it was a norm for me to cry myself to sleep at night.

Just when I could not see any ray of hope, one night, I had a dream and everything changed after that.

I saw myself sitting in Raudat Tahera along with my brother from Dhulia and we were waiting for Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin’s RA didar. Burhanuddin Moula RA arrived in the miyana shareef with Mufaddal Moula TUS at his side. Moving across the ramp, Burhanuddin Moula RA directed for the miyana shareef to be stopped just where we were standing. Mufaddal Moula TUS remained next to Burhanuddin Moula RA as mumineen did didar.

With tears flowing down my face and hands folded, I wished ‘kaash moula ni qadambosi naseeb thai jai’. At that very point in time, Mufaddal Moula TUS indicated a khidmat guzaar present there to call me and my brother on the ramp for qadambosi.

We stepped up and sat near Burhanuddin Moula’s RA feet. As I was looking at Moula RA in tears, Mufaddal Moula TUS stated: “tamne kai araz karwi che, to karo”. I attempted to present the araz for my father but was unable to utter even a word. Mufaddal Moula TUS leaned towards me and added: “tamara bawaji ni je araz karwa aya cho ye karo”.

Moula TUS was hearing it all.

I further broke down into tears and managed to utter: “moula mara bawaji ne shifa thai”. Upon hearing the araz, Burhanuddin Moula RA turned towards Mufaddal Moula TUS and looked straight in his eyes for a while; no words.

Thereafter, with an assuring gesture on his face, Mufaddal Moula TUS stated: “tamara bawaji ne kaho roz Imam Hussain na ashura na din ni dua allahumma anta thiqati parhe”. In a cracking voice, I uttered: ‘Jee Moula’, presented salaam and shukr najwa, and retreated with pouring eyes. Mufaddal Moula TUS called for me and said: “Bhai aaje aa raqam ni tamne zyada zarurat che, ainda aik din awse teware araz karjo, mein lais”.

I woke up. Everything I saw felt real. I instantly relayed the dream to my father. Little did I know that our fortunes are going to change.

Immediately thereafter, my father started to gain control of his corneal reflexes, and not before long, the condition simply faded away. All those including the doctors who had observed my father’s state knew that my father had witnessed a miracle.

However, a complete transformation of the dream into the miraculous reality of our lives was yet to take place. A few months later, on the 23rd of Zilqadat al-Haraam coinciding 27th of September 2013, Friday, we were blessed with the zyafat sharaf of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS; it happened in Rauzat Tahera and Mufaddal Moula TUS was present in the precise manifestation as I had seen him in the dream; and this time around, it was my father himself who presented the shukr najwa to Moula TUS who had stated earlier: “mein lais”.

Overwhelmed and unable to utter a word, my father stood in front of Moula TUS; each time he blinked, streams of tears flowed through his eyes, and that is how he conveyed to Moula TUS that he is never going to stop remembering him, not even for a blink of an eye.

Moula TUS listened, placed his haath mubarak on my father’s hands, and with a beaming smile, looked into his tearful eyes ensuring that he is never going to let him slip into the darkness, here and also in the hereafter.

Zainulabedeen Bhai and his father Hussain Bhai Patel (performing araz) in their zyafat at Raudat Tahera.

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Zainulabedeen Hussain Bhai Patel

Bangalore, India

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Nazdeek Aagaya Hai Jo Wa’da Wisaal Ka, Kya Kya Tarap Raha Hai Dil ‘e Nasabur Hai

Years ago, as narrated by our elders, Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA stopped around Maloni for Maghreb prayers on his way to Madh Island. About 50 years later, Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS blessed Maloni with his presence on the 10th of February 2019; the day that brought about life-changing transmutation of my life.

As soon as I got word of Moula’s visit, I resolved to host a zyafat.

Not so long ago, I had suffered from a major loss in my business. Surrounded by debts and experimenting with a new business line, I was living on the edge. Regardlessly, I was determined to do everything in order to acquire the sharaf of zyafat; the catalyst for recovery.

I got my self registered and on the 9th of February, a day prior to Moula’s visit, the routine procedures were finalized. A long-desired wish was shaping up into reality. I scrambled to make preparations.

The same evening, as we were making the arrangements, a bhaisaheb came over to our house with the news that zyafat would not take place. Our house was on the fourth floor at the end of the seventy-two-step staircase; certainly, an unfavourable factor considering there was no lift in the building.

Crestfallen and shattered, I could not contain myself from crying. The next minute, I left for Raudat Tahera.

I placed my head on Burhanuddin Moula’s RA qabar mubarak, recited Imam Hussain’s AS shahadat and uttered several times: “moula mane madad karo, aapna mansoos ne mara ghare lai awo”. 

Just as I was exiting Raudat Tahera, I received a call from our Janab. He told me to continue with the preparations and that he would present an araz to Moula TUS for the zyafat. Nothing was certain, he said. Moula TUS would decide.

Preparations were complete. I told my family that if nothing else, we would stand outside the building and do araz to Moula TUS to bless our house with a nazar mubarak.

Moula TUS arrived at Maloni on the 10th of February after Maghreb. Ten minutes before the expected zyafat time, I was informed that Moula TUS would visit my house. With tears in my eyes, I rushed to receive Moula TUS and got the sharaf of accompanying Him in the car. Moula TUS stated: “tamara ghare zyafat che?”. “Ji moula” I replied. As Moula TUS inquired about my business, I did araz of the details and said: “moula ghanu dain che” to which Moula TUS declared: Sabar karjo, mein dua karis”.

By that time, we had arrived at our house.

Moula TUS headed towards the staircase and reached the house at an extraordinary pace; much more swiftly than it would usually take us to walk up the very stairs in routine. With a beaming tabassum absent of any sign of discomfort, Moula TUS entered the house. My family performed salaam following which Moula TUS blessed each room with his qadam mubarak.

After spending approximately thirty minutes with us, Moula TUS stood up to leave. I was standing near the staircase when Moula TUS exited the house. With my hands folded and teary eyes, I uttered: “Moula mein aapne ghani takleef aapi”. On the very instant, Moula TUS replied: “mumin na ghare awa ma koi takleef nathi”.

On the first floor, while walking down the stairs, I stated: “Moula aap mara ghare aya ye Burhanuddin Moula no mojizo che”. Before I could mention anything further, Moula TUS turned around with a smile, looked into my eyes, and said: “tame bawaji saheb pase gaya tha ne?”.

He knew what I had done the night before.

Six years ago today, for an instance, we thought Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA left us. We know He never has. We know He never would.

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Mulla Ali Akbar Bhai Dewaswala

Malad, Mumbai

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Dil Muztarib Hai Yu’n Teri Pabosi Ke Liye, Basta Ho Jis Tarah Koi A’aho Rasa’n Ke Beech

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 qadambosi bethak 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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