Among all that I have gained in the love of the beloved;
The least significant is ‘life’.
In July 2017, my mother’s health suddenly started to deteriorate. After figuring out that the routine medication is not helping, I took her for an executive full-body check-up at Agha Khan Hospital.
The reports came out indicating something unusual with the blood and my fear intensified. The doctors suggested an immediate bone marrow examination. The results showed lymphoma: cancer.
I was left numb and devastated, unable to process the news. My world was crumbling apart.
Witnessing my mother’s deteriorating health, unable to eat, move, or respond, was excruciating. The thought of her undergoing chemotherapy was unbearable, and I was not ready to see her suffer.
As the chemo sessions started, my mother’s condition kept worsening by the day. Due to her weak state, the sessions that were supposed to take place one after another uninterruptedly had to be done in the intervals of eleven days.
The doctors had already informed me of the worst.
The next month, Mufaddal Moula TUS arrived in Karachi for Ashara Mubarakah 1439 H. The very next day, I took my mother to the qadambosi bethak at Burhani Mahal.
With tears rolling down my eyes and slowly moving the wheelchair with my mother, I reached Moula TUS and uttered: “moula mara maa ne cancer che, aap shifa aapi do”.
Upon hearing, Moula TUS looked into my eyes and gestured to lift my mother up from the wheelchair.
Moula TUS pronounced “khuda shifa aape”, extended his haath mubarak and brushed it on my mother’s face, and blessed us with a beaming smile.
From that day onwards, my mother has never needed a chemotherapy session or any treatment for that matter.
Mulla Saifuddin Bhai Joriawala
Karachi, Pakistan
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The word ‘miracle’ stems from the Proto-Indo-European word ‘meyh’ meaning ‘to smile’ and ‘to be astonished’; exactly telling of my state after what happened to me during Aqa Moula’s visit to Karachi this month.
Four days before Moula’s arrival in Karachi, I had a dream.
I was sitting among a huge crowd of mumineen who were sitting there for Moula’s didar. As Moula arrived, I began to weep with my hands folded. At that moment, among all mumineen, Moula looked at me and said: “su kaam che tamne, sukaam itnu roi raya cho?”.
With my arms trembling and tears running down the face, I replied in a shaky voice: “moula mein ghani bimar rahu chu, mein ghani pareshaan chu, moula aap jaano cho”.
Moula drew near and followed by a radiant smile gestured with his haath mubarak implying that he is there, he knows, and to stop worrying.
I woke up in tears; in gratitude, in the longing to be with Moula.
The next day, I found out that Moula is coming to Karachi. I told my daughter: “moula maraj waste padhari raya che”.
Moula arrived in Karachi on the 1st of Jamad al-Ukhra, 24th December 2022.
Every day, countless mumineen were fortunate to receive the sharaf of zyafat, qadam, majlis, and salam. Days passed and I was yet to do didar. However, regardless of my physical condition and humble circumstances, my heart knew: “moula maraj waste padhara che”.
All I prayed for was Moula’s didar; to be near him; to obtain a glimpse. Looking at myself, I did not know how all of that was possible; but I would look at his picture and tell myself: ÿe kai bhi kari sake che”.
On the seventh day of Moula’s visit, Friday, 7th Jamad al-Ukhra, just around maghrib an unknown number flashed on my mobile screen. As I answered, a bhai on the other end said: “behen hamna hamara ghare zyafat che, aney tamne izan che, tame awjo, shamil thajo”.
Shocked and astonished, I was unable to utter a word. The bhai further added: “zyafat waste ITS numbers apwa ma aik number mistakenly tamaro apai gayo che, Moula hamna padhare che, zarur awjo”.
Tears were pouring down and as I walked towards the house, I kept uttering to myself: “moula maraj waste padhara che”.
What happened next can not be precisely expressed through words. I was guided to the bethak room and after a while, Moula arrived. I kept crying.
Everyone was performing qadambosi. When it was my turn, Moula extended his haath mubarak and benevolently gestured for me to perform salam.
In those moments, I vividly felt that I was living the culmination of the dream I had: my face was drenched in tears, Moula had a broad smile and he looked at me, gestured with his haath mubarak and a soft nod telling me that he knows and listens.
I returned home smiling and astonished: indeed, I lived a miracle.
Behn Tasneem Aliasghar Bhai Godhrawala
Karachi, Pakistan
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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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“Mein chu”, said Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA when I thought everything was over.
It happened on the 25th of March, 2008 back when I was expecting my second child. The pregnancy period was pretty bumpy during which I once had a dream where Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA and Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA were standing on the peak of a mountain with a worried and concerned look.
I told my husband about the dream; however, we were unable to figure out a context.
When my delivery was due, I was admitted to the Lady Dufferin Hospital in Karachi and due to some unforeseen complications, the doctor had to undertake a caesarean delivery. The baby was delivered healthy; however, I remained half-conscious and kept screaming out of an unusual pain.
My grandmother, father and mother were there at my side through the night and I could hear them saying that the way I was screaming was worrisome and that I should be inspected. Suddenly, my father saw that there was a heavy flow of blood coming out of my body and he started shouting in the hospital for help.
Panic-stricken and terrified, the nurses rushed in and called the doctor immediately.
Upon witnessing my state, the doctor informed my mother that an urgent surgery was required, and to call my husband in order to sign the consent form as I only had slim chances of survival. The uterus was infected and had to be operated out.
Crushed and heartbroken, my mother was continuously reciting Maulana Ali’s AS munqabat. I was unable to move or respond.
Just as they were preparing for the surgery, I saw a vision of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA standing at the side of my bed with a tasbeeh in his hand – just like I had seen him in the dream with Moulana Taher Saifuddin RA earlier – this time, during a plight like a mountain.
In immense pain and tears flowing down, I turned to Moula RA and attempted to pronounce some words. Before I could say anything, Moula RA raised his haath mubarak and said“mein chu”.
I couldn’t feel the pain. It simply disappeared.
The doctor was stunned to find that the uterus had miraculously taken it’s place and the bleeding had stopped; the person who saw slim chances of my survival a moments ago discharged me shortly afterwards.
“Mein chu” is all one needs to battle the pains and fight the hardships – in this life and the hereafter
Behn Khadija Mustafa Bhai Thekedaar
Karachi, Pakistan
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It had been over two years since I fell victim to back muscle spasms. It started off with mild tension in the back and before long, it intensified into a critical case of regular physiotherapy and meds. I wouldn’t be able to recline, carry anything, or even consider putting myself to any sort of physical exercise.
Stiff as a board; exactly how I used to define my state upon inquiry.
In the midst of all this, a glimmer of hope emerged. Mufaddal Moula TUS would visit Karachi.
On many instances throughout Moula’s TUS week-long visit, I did all to present an araz to Moula TUS but nothing appeared to materialize.
My condition continued to deteriorate.
Friday, July 26, 2019, was announced as the day of Moula’s TUS wada. On the night of 25th, Moula TUS would preside over the inauguration of Zaini Masjid and I deemed the occasion my last best chance. With some medical assistance, I reached the venue in the hope of getting a nazar mubarak, if nothing else.
Just as Moula TUS arrived and was near to move past me, the crowd around me lost the grip standing in the way and putting my final hopes to rest.
I returned back to Aljamea sunk in pain and anguish. Those around me and aware of the circumstances tried to dry my eyes but to no avail.
The following morning when I woke up for namaz, I was in pretty bad shape. Attending wada majlis looked impossible.
I decided to get some shuteye. In the dream, I saw Moula TUS entering my room wearing pagri and dupatto similar to his appearance earlier that night. Moula TUS got near my bed, brushed his haath mubarak on my back twice with a wide tabassum on his face and left.
Ecstatic and bewildered, I got up from sleep sitting upright with a force. As I was trying to recollect the dream, I failed to take into account a defining moment for me.
The pain had entirely vanished.
I attended the wada majlis with all normalcy brimming with the sense of gratitude that kept translating into tears as I made way to the venue.
Amongst the large audience, I saw thousands of mumineen with the extent of gratitude similar to mine. Indeed, all were the recipients of Moula’s TUS blessings in one way or the other.
I was just one amongst thousands.
Taher Shk Quaidjohar Bhai Najmi
Malaysia, Mentekab
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Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin’s TUS discourses comprise of various elements, amongst which, some remain constant. Dua mubarak and prayers for mumineen is one of them. Whatever the occasion, whichever the place, the portion of dua mubarak is something which is always a part of His TUS discourses.
On one instance, during His TUS waaz mubarak on the Urs Mubarak of Syedna Qutbuddin Shaheed RA in Ahmedabad, Moulana TUS was praying for mumineen, pleading Allah TA for the safety of mumineen from all kinds of worldly and unworldly disasters, diseases and distresses.
Amidst His plea, Moulana TUS, with a keen intent, specifically did dua mubarak for those who were burned. It was something not common. I was surprised, and it kept me wondering.
Until after the waaz mubarak, I received an arzi by a mumin, requesting dua mubarak and shifa from Moulana TUS concerning a child who was severely burned. What happened thereafter was no surprise. The child was saved, and is living happily under the thanda saaya of our beloved Moula TUS.
It was then, when I was able to comprehend the cause of Moulana’s TUS sudden dua mubarak for the burnt.
It is apparent how the spontaneous and ‘unheard of’ dua mubarak expressed by Moulana TUS and the events that took place afterwards were anything but a coincidence.
Moulana TUS is our spiritual father and mother, and thus, He TUS listens to our hearts.
Marhoom Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim
Mumbai, India
It is suffice to say that Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim had the sharaf of serving Moulana TUS and His TUS honorable family his entire life. He had a habit of sharing his reflections based on the countless shanaat of Huzureala TUS he frequently used to witness.
This account was narrated by Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai Currim to Mulla Mufaddal Bhai Shk Zainuddin Bhai during Janab’s visit to Colombo, following Moulana’s TUS safar mubarak to Ahmedabad in the year 1436. Mulla Mufaddal Bhai had the pleasure of hosting Janab in Saifee Villa.
TRIBUTE
Seldom does one come across a unique personality whose loss creates a void in the lives of many – and to this league belonged Janab Sh Mustafa Bhai Currim.
The devastating news of his sudden demise stunned mumineen into shock, disbelief and total despair.
Sh Mustafa Bhai was a warrior. He had the voice of a gladiator and the soft heart of a true friend. He was the battle-horse amongst the other steeds, trained and disciplined in the art of khidmat.
He was an exemplary personality, the perfect blend of character, yin and yang. He was your teacher, your friend, your mentor, your adviser, someone you know you could count on, and always lent you his ear. All this along with fact that he was one of the most renowned, most trusted and most dynamic khidmat guzaars of our time.
Some may ask, “what did he do?” “what did he handle?”. I would reply, “you’re asking the wrong question, what didn’t he do?” No-one would ever know what his responsibilities comprised of – but those who had a hint of it, knew that it was out of the norm. No task was too much for him, and no matter how big or how hard, he was always calm and collected, and never seemed un-phased. All this, while he maintained his fond humor, the simplicity of normality, tranquility, and the most important human values of love and compassion.
Janab Shk Mustafa Bhai following Moula TUS in Saifee Villa, Colombo, Sri Lanka.He set an example for all khidmat guzaars by his work ethic, his multi-tasking, his dedication, and his never seizing – unwavering love for Jamea.
We pray to Allah TA to elevate his soul to the loftiest realms of Jannat. He served Moula TUS on earth, and we know, wherever he is, he will continue to do so.
Tribute authored by Mulla Mufaddal Bhai Shk Zainuddin
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I was seven months pregnant when I came to know that my amniotic fluid is extremely low. The doctor assured that a normal labor was out of question and an operation was inevitable.
For the next two months, I went through the medication of drips and clexane injection to increase the level of amniotic fluid.
One week before the delivery, when I went for the ultrasound, the reports stated that there is a suspicion of a single nostril. Worried and distressed, I sent all the reports in the hazrat imamiyah of Moulana Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.
It was a Wednesday, when Moula TUS pronounced dua mubarak.
Thursday night, I went into labor pains, but I was certain that I was not going to deliver before 24 hours, as I had been injected a clexane injection just a night before.
‘The pain is going to last long’, I was warned.
Throughout the night, I kept uttering; “moula mane yaqeen che aap mane madad karso”.
To everyone’s astonishment, I delivered a baby girl normally without being operated, which was totally against the odds. The baby was perfectly fine and healthy and there was no abnormality whatsoever.
It was Friday, 6th of March, the birthday of Moulana Mohammad Burhanuddin RA, and unquestionably, it was always going to bring bliss and happiness.
Behn Sakina Taher Bhai Topiwala
Karachi, Pakistan
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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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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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I was in Mumbai on an occasion and my brother’s daughter caught a fever. We took it as a routine viral and thought that it would soon subside.
However, the fever kept increasing.
A sudden sense of panic besieged, and the only word everyone pronounced on witnessing the child was ‘serious’.
Frightened and unnerved, I stood in front of Burhanuddin Moula’s RA photograph and recited the dua of Nasrul Mahaba seeking shifa for my niece.
After some time, when I went into the room where she was sleeping, to examine her condition, I suddenly saw my niece calling ‘Moula! Moula!’ – as if speaking to someone in front of her.
Thereafter, she went back to sleep.
A while later, when she woke up, there wasn’t even a mere sight of fever to be seen.
It simply vanished.
My learning: call Moula – and He is there.
Bhai Ali Akber Shajapurwala
Sharjah, UAE
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