zyarat

Wo Sar Buland Huwa Hai Jahan Mein Ahmed, Huzur-e Sarwar-e-Deen Jisne Sar Jhukaya Hai

The year 1412 AH held immense significance in my life. After facing numerous challenges, I managed to secure a US visa to pursue computer graphics courses. In the same year, during my time in Dubai, I was blessed with the khidmat sharaf of transcribing the collection of Syedna Taher Saifuddin’s RA Qasaid Sharifa.

Life seemed to be going perfectly, and I was engulfed by happiness and satisfaction.

Ashara Mubarakah in 1413 AH was held in Pune. After completing half of the project in Dubai, I returned to India for the occasion. Unfortunately, my Dubai visa had expired, and I was in the process of renewing it while continuing my work at Badri Mahal in Mumbai.

One fateful Wednesday at Victoria Terminus station, as I bid farewell to my sister, a pickpocket snatched my passport from my kurta pocket. Panic and sorrow overwhelmed me as I realized the loss of not just my identity but also my dreams.

With a heavy heart and tearful eyes, I went back to the station and searched the entire place relentlessly, hoping against hope to find the passport. I continued doing rounds of the station and asking people through the next day.

On Friday, in the depths of despair, I went to Raudat Tahera, put my head on the Qabr Mubarak, and pleaded with tears rolling down: “Ae Moula, mane koi bhi tarah si aaj naj din ma mari passport mili jai, aap mari muraad koi bhi tarah poori kari aapye”.

With my heart laid bare, I was walking around the Qabr Mubarak when an acquaintance approached me and inquired about my distressed state. I informed him what had transpired to which he replied: “Taher Saifuddin Moula si maango, aap no waseelo lo, ye kai bhi kari sake che”.

After zyarat, I went to Badri Mahal to continue the work. Shortly afterward, I returned home for lunch as I was unable to lift myself up to continue the work with the same energy.

Then, at around 2:30 PM, an unexpected call came from my office colleague. A person had come with my passport and insisted on handing it over to me personally. Overwhelmed with shock and gratitude, I rushed to the office, but the person had already left, leaving an address behind.

Following the address, my colleague and I met a Madrasi hawker with a stall near VT station. He handed me my passport with a calm smile, seemingly curious about my reaction. As I stood there, puzzled, he began recounting the sequence of events leading to the recovery of my passport.

He had found the passport two days ago, after witnessing a man across his stall trying to hide and flipping through its contents. The man eventually discarded it near his stall, and the Madrasi Bhai picked it up, safeguarding it until the next day. That morning, he noticed the picture of me wearing a topi in the passport and asked his neighboring Mumin Bhai, who wore a similar topi, if he recognized the owner. The Mumin Bhai replied negatively but told the Madrassi Bhai that he would certainly ask around.

All of this was happening while I was at Raudat Tahera.

According to the norm, the Mumin Bhai went to the Badri Mahal masjid for Jumua namaz. He sat right next to the person I had met a short while ago in Raudat Tahera. Amidst a usual conversation, the Mumin Bhai mentioned the passport with his Madrasi neighbor having the name ‘Saifuddin’. The person who knew me curiously inquired if the name was ‘Shabbir’ and not ‘Saifuddin’. The Mumin Bhai said that he was not sure. After the namaz, they both went to the Madrasi Bhai which led to the serendipitous return of my lost passport.

For some, it may appear as a series of fortunate coincidences, but for me, it was a divine intervention, a testament to the power of Moulana Taher Saifuddin’s blessings. As my friend had said, “Moulana Taher Saifuddin kai bhi kari sake che”.

Moulana Mohammed Burhanuddin RA once stated “mumineen tamara sagla paase walayat nu passport che”.

And indeed, it does wonders.

Sheikh Shabbir Bhai Saifee

Houston, USA

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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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Tere Mamnoon’e Minnat Hain Jahan Mein, Bani Adam Tawangar Se Gada Tak

My hands were a victim of oppressive skin dryness since childhood. Continuous bleeding, painful nights, unceasing distress, all became a part of my routine. When others awaited winter, I used to fear my worst enemy. It would worsen and intensify the dryness to such a degree that my hands would become completely static, unable to even hold a pen. I used to survive winters by continual applying and disposing of bandages from my hands.

I consulted several doctors and underwent various medications, but nothing came to fruition. I was convinced about enduring the anguish for life, until the year 1425H.

I was in Darajah Sabea and the annual examinations of Al Jamea Tus Saifiyah co-occured with high winter days that year. Habitually, my hands started to evince the seasonal reaction. As I traveled to India, my condition worsened. Looking at my immotile bleeding hands, and aware of my despairing past with the illness, I was totally pessimistic about attending the written examinations.

Surrounded by melancholy, and completely shattered, I wept in grief.

Before imtehan commenced, we attended the Urus Mubarak of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA in Mumbai. While doing zyarat, I placed my hands on the Qabar Mubarak of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA and desperately cried: “moula aap mara haath ma itni quwwat aapye, ke imtehan ma likhi saku”. Thenceforth, we left for Surat.

On reaching Surat, I was stunned to see my hands. The dryness had completely disappeared. Hands which were subject to a perennial dryness, simply healed, ergo, I attended the examination with total ease.

Winters have befallen and elapsed since, but I have never observed a speckle of dryness thereafter.

My verdict: stretch out and extend your hands towards Moula, and you’ll surpass every examination.

Mulla Huzefa Bhai Yunus Bhai Rampurawala

Karachi, Pakistan

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Qudsi Kahain Bashar Kahain Tujhko Ke Kya Kahain, Hai Aaj Tak Ye Khalq’e Khuda Ishtebaah Mein

In 1434H during Shehrullah, I suffered cough followed by immense bleeding. I was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed as having TB (tuberculosis).

Due to my severe condition, and because of the legal policies for treating TB in Dubai, which could have possibly caused a delay, we were told to proceed to Mumbai immediately.

We did likewise.

On reaching Mumbai, we decided to go to Rauzat Tahera for zyarat before heading to the hospital. Fortunately, Mufaddal Moula TUS was presiding in Rauzat Tahera at the same time, and I was blessed with the opportunity of doing zyarat in his presence.

The next morning, after fajar namaz, just before heading to the hospital, I did salam to Mufaddal Moula TUS and did shifa araz. Moula TUS acutely looked at me and said: “khuda shifa aape, Hamza AS no bakro karjo”.

Content and appeased we went to the hospital.

On reaching the hospital, the doctors said that they would require a blood sample exuding with cough before starting any treatment.

We all kept waiting, but I never coughed again.

A severe TB patient returned home without any medication, and the reason is evident.

Behn Maria Shk Mustafa Bhai Khumusi

Dubai, UAE

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Mushkilein Jitni Hai Kiya Deen Ki Kya Dunya Ki, Samne Sehl Aur Asan Hai Kin Ke Inke

After the sudden demise of Burhanuddin Moula RA, like every mumin, we yearned to go to India as soon as possible, for Burhanuddin Moula’s RA zyarat and taziyat.

I had my visa but could not travel alone and my husband’s visa had just expired. Faize Hussaini was trying their best to get visas, but there was little hope for getting it before Burhanuddin Moula’s RA chehlum.

Days passed, and the thirstiness kept increasing. When a mumin faces hardships, he remember’s Moula. I wept, grieved and did the same.

In the meantime I had a dream. I saw Mufaddal Moula TUS and I presented taziyat to Him TUS. Moula TUS smiled, placed his haath mubarak on my hands and asked “su thayu” I replied “moula visa nathi” Aqa Moula TUS smiled and said “thai jase”.

The very next day my husband got the visa, and we traveled to Mumbai.

Ask Moula, and you are inevitably getting it.

Behn Fatema M Huzaifa Motiwala

Karachi, Pakistan

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