It was supposed to be a regular Friday (in the Middle East, Friday is a weekend), where all of us would’ve been sleeping-in a little late. This day, Maula RA had gathered us, Dubai mumineen, in the most unusual way. It was the day that we were supposed to be attending a waaz of Mufaddal Maula’s TUS Udaipur Safar Mubarak, which was shown the previous night in the rest of the world.
I remember waiting below my building, early in the morning, for my friends to arrive so that we could go to the masjid to attend the waaz. What I thought was supposed to be a regular Friday, turned out to be the worst day of my life.
We reached Saifee Masjid, and the waaz began. An hour into the waaz, the recording was suddenly stopped. My friends and I; had no idea what was happening, just like all the Mumineen gathered around us. I experienced all the confusion that one could possibly experience in a lifetime, in a span of 15 minutes.
Everyone was clueless. Some said Maula RA was suddenly arriving at Burhani Masjid, some said Bawa Saheb TUS had landed at Dubai Airport and was coming to masjid for Deedar Sharaf. In the midst of this confusion, an announcement was made. Suddenly I blacked out and I couldn’t register anything for a few seconds. It was Kinana BS’s call from Burhani Masjid to inform the sadar at Saifee Masjid that “Burhanuddin Maula hamesha nu aaraam farmayu che”.
The manzar was the same that one experienced when earlier Burhanuddin Maula and presently Mufaddal Maula does the maqtal sajdaa on Yaume Aashura. Everyone was weeping. It was zawaal time now, and Zohar was prayed. It was time to recite Dua-ul-Dai-Al-Asr, the first time without Burhanuddin Aqa’s name mubarak. I remember vividly, the imam was not able to get it right for 13 tries. It was so difficult to register. The name that instantly came out was “Syedna wa Maulana Abul Qaid Johar Mohammed Burhanuddin”, and now it was not supposed to be that.
The mind knew it, but the heart wasn’t accepting it. We were done with namaaz, and given food packets to take home because Saifee Masjid was under renovation and the kitchen was shut.
Aamil Saab convinced everyone that this is the time Ibadat needs to be done the most. We came back to the masjid for Quran tilawat and matam majlis spending the entire evening and night remembering Maula RA.
I had never longed for anything as much as I longed for doing this ziyarat. The nine months between wafaat and Ashara were spent in desperation. My legs froze when I reached the Qubbah Mubarakah gate. The moment I placed my forehead on Burhanuddin Maula’s qabr mubarak, I experienced a relief from chaos, remembering who Burhanuddin Aqa had kept behind. The days following wafat, and my entire life has a void that cannot be filled with anything other than Mufaddal Maula TUS‘s deedar and tabassum.
Had it not been Burhanuddin Moula’s gathering of Dubai’s mumineen on that day, all of us would have been at home, with zero understanding of what had happened.
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Mamluke Syedna Mumbai maj hato, college na third year ma hato. Te waqat, college si return ma jiwaare ghare pohoncho toh WhatsApp group ma messages aaya. Jewaare read kidu toh mara qadam na niche si zameen khasii gai… Je ye message kido tho, ehne phone kido ane directly emmaj adaa kidu ke “aa su likhe che bhai? Hosh ma toh che ne?” Zaraa bhi yaqeen notu thaatu, to hamara sabaq na BS ne call kido, Saifee Mahal par, to ye confirm kidu.
Dohad si thora time ma to sagla na calls aawa laaga, ke bhai aa news confirm che? Mamluk na dil par itno sadmo ke phone uthaawine jawab kai tarah aapu? Ye din me zindagi ma koi din bhuli nahey sakuu.
Fajere aa news aawi, te baad Raudat Tahera pohoncho ane waha si Saifee Mahal gayo. Waha aap Burhanuddin Maula na Janaza Mubaraka na; ane aapna Mansoos na; aankho bhari bhari ne deedar kidaa.
Haalat emm tho ke jiwaare ghar si bahar niklo, to sagla bayrao ghar ma si ghana zor zor si roi rehya tha. Koi eim kahe ke “Maula aap kaha chala gaya?” Koi eim kahe ke “Aap na baad hamaru kon?”
17mi taarikh jewaare Janaza Mubaraka niklaa, to khayal ma emmaj ke bachpan si je Maula na deedar karta tha, ye wafaat thai chuka. Su hawe aa Maula na deedar nahi thaai? Pachi aapna Mansoos Aali Qadar Maula ne aapna janaza naa aage dekhine emm dill ne samjhaayu ke aapna hu bahu aapna hamshaan yahaj tashreef raakhe che. Aa Hubahu Burhanuddin Aqa-j che…
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I was studying in 9th standard in Burhani English medium school. It was a free period around 10.30am, and suddenly I saw my teacher talking to Salim Uncle from the window and they both seemed nervous. The teacher came into the classroom and told us to pack our bags. No one realised what was going on.
I knew that something was wrong, and while leaving the classroom we heard loud crying across the whole school. I ran to Salim Uncle and asked uncle “Uncle sacchu bolo, su thayu che?”. His reply broke my heart, and every hair on my body stood up as he said ” Burhanuddin Maula wafaat thai gaya!”.
I pushed him and said “kai bhi na bolo”, and ran downstairs. There was a lot of rush in the school and I just wanted to go home. I saw my uncle standing outside the school and I left my bicycle behind and went home.
Everyone was rushing towards Najmi Masjid. I wore my kuta saya and went to the masjid.
Crying and matam was going on in the masjid, it was so heartbreaking I could not stop my tears.
I was just hoping that Janab Saheb would announce that the news is false. After namaz Janab recited “Allahumma haza dai” and took Burhanuddin Aqa’s name, which filled our hearts with hope, but after asar namaz Janab stood and confirmed that the news was true.
I was very young I didn’t understand what to do. My mother and father didn’t know where I was, as they were not at home. I stayed in the masjid with my friends while everyone was rushing to Mumbai.
Within 15 to 20 minutes I saw my father at the door of the masjid, searching for me and I ran towards him. In the same clothes I was wearing I sat in the car my father hired and along with my mother and aunt we left for Mumbai. I will remember forever that the highway to Mumbai was full of Mumineen’s cars. We reached Mumbai at around 3.30 am on Saturday, 18th January.
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When our beloved Maula RA left us I was in the 9th standard, studying in A.B.N School, Indore. It was our break time and all my classmates and I were enjoying our lunch and playing games like normal. When the break finished no teacher came to take our class so we continued as we thought that we had got a free period. Suddenly our class teacher came to our class, she was full of tears, we were all shocked because we had never seen any teacher crying like this ever before. She told us that our Head Moallim was calling us to the auditorium of our school. We made a queue and left our classroom. The atmosphere of our school had totally changed, none of us had any idea about what was going on but our hearts were beating very fast.
We were all asking each other why janab was calling us to the auditorium but no one had an answer. We saw our seniors crying, we asked them why, but they just told us that janab will tell you, you just pray for our Maula RA. Finally, we reached the auditorium, all our teachers and janab were crying, even the teachers from other faiths were crying. Then the Head Moallim addressed us. I remember all his words, he told us “Eh Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin Aqa RAna pyara pyara farzando, Mai tamare kai zaban si kaho ke je Maula na naam mubarak si mein tamare roz khitaab karoo chu, ye Moula aaj wafaat thai gaya che”.
It was very hard for janab to address the school that time. All the children started crying, even the students in nursery class were crying. Janab told us “Arey farzando aa madarsa no ek ek patthar Maula ne yaad kari ne roi rahya che. Arey Karbala ma Imam Husain AS ni zareeh roi rahi che”. At this time, it was very hard for us to leave the school, but somehow our teachers helped us leave school. Then I went to the masjid. The atmosphere of the masjid was exactly like the day of Ashura. Everyone was remembering how Maula taught us to cry on Imam Husain AS.
Then I went to Mumbai and attended the Janaaza Mubaraka of Aqa Maula RA. I remembered the day I used to rush for the deedar of my Maula on miyana sharif and today I was attending his Janaza Mubaraka. Then I saw Mufaddal Maula TUS standing near the Janaza Mubaraka of Aqa Maula RA. The chehra mubarak of Mufaddal Maula TUS, looked exactly like Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin’s RA chehra mubarak. I feel that Maula to maara samne che.
Whenever I think of the day Maula passed away, I can never refrain from tearing up.
It seemed like any other day. I was studying in Hadi Ashar (11th Standard) of Aljamea-tus-Saifiyah, Karachi. The night before we heard the magnificent waaz mubarak of Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS, which he delivered in Udaipur on Imam Hasan’s AS Shahadat miqaat.
I remember it as if it was yesterday. On 16th Rabi al-Awwal we were in Iwan al-Saify, listening to a seminar being relayed from Surat Jamea. Halfway through, the seminar abruptly stopped in Surat, and a senior Ustaad in Karachi entered the Iwan and shouted “Saifee Mahal si khabar awi che. Sagla Nazrul Maqam mani le”, without conveying what had happened. The tone and the atmosphere around the announcement made it evident that something terrible had happened. The Ustaad told us to go to all the classes and ask all students and teachers to come to the Iwan immediately. I didn’t know what had happened yet. I went to a few classes and in a worried tone conveyed the message, “Janab sagla hamna Iwan ma awe, Saifee Mahal si kai khabar awi che, sagla Nazrul Maqam mane”.
As I returned to the Iwan, cries of anguish started to erupt all around us. Students and teachers had started to howl in grief. Still oblivious to what had happened, me and my other classmates also started crying.
After a while I mustered the strength to ask one of the Ustaad what had happened. Seeing the reactions around me my heart knew it. And tragically with tears flowing from his eyes the Ustaad conveyed that Burhanddin Maula RA had passed away. It was as if my world had shattered. Lost at that moment was the hope to live. With difficulty, between my sobs I conveyed to my fellow classmates what had happened. All of them started crying heavily.
There are so many events that took place that day and the days following it, two of which I will never forget. As we were still in the Iwan, recitation of Ya Syedas al-Shodai started. When we reached this bait in which Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA expressed Maulatona Sakina’s AS lament on her separation from her father:
ابي ابي اين انت يا ابتا لما بنت نسيت هذي البنت خذني معا حيث كنت فلا اعش في التنائي
والهفتا يا حسينا يا سيد الشهداء
O father! O father! Where are you? Why did you leave us? Did you forget your daughter? Take me with you wherever you are. I cannot live being far from you.
I cannot describe the cries of anguish which filled the Iwan upon hearing this verse. So apt was this bait in conveying our emotions. Everyone was pleading to Allah and begging for their beloved Maula to come back.
The second event happened the following night on 17th Rabiul Awwal. There is a tradition amongst students of Jamea that before going to sleep, all students gather on their respective floors and recite from the Qasaid of Awliyah Kiraam AS. This is followed by recitation of 5 verses selected by Amirul Jamea Muqaddas to be recited by students of Jamea daily, followed by
وطول الهي عمر برهان دينك الذي حاز من غر الشؤون أفانينا.
That night was the first time we had gathered for Qaseeda after Maula’s RA wafat. This night, all of the students gathered on a single floor. At the end of the 5th bait, unimaginable grief struck every student. No longer could we recite the verse of وطول الهي عمر برهان دينك الذي حاز من غر الشؤون افانينا that we used to recite with such zeal.
I vividly remember that no one present would say a word. I don’t know how much time passed, with each and every student doing nothing but weeping uncontrollably. It was so hard to find solace in anything. We wept as hard as we could and for as long as we wanted. After what seemed like an eternity some of us gathered the strength to do Zikr of Maula whilst tears flowed from our eyes.
Mein 9 saal si ta’abudat na amal ma Banswara si Galiyakot Maula RA ni umar darazi ni niyat si chalta huwa sagla mumineen sathe jato hato. Tej din mane Indore si Banswara na liye jawu hatu, te si mein saloon gayo hato ane wahan mane ghar si phone ayo ke Maula RA ni kai khabar awi che tame jaldi ghare awo. Mein ghabrai gayo ane jaldi ghare gayo to dekhu ke sagla roi raya hata ane mara bairo ye mane kidu ke aam khabr awi che ke Maula RA wafat thaya che. Mane yakeen na thayu magar thorij der ma khadim aya ane masjid ma jame thawa ni nida kidi. Hame rota huwa masjid ma gaya ane wahan janab ye hamare khabar kidi ke Maula RA wafat thaya che. Mein, mara dikra ane bija mara ghar na hame sagla ye gaari karawi ane Mumbai na liye nikla. Aa Moula RA nu mojizo che ke hame Indore si Mumbai by road faqat 7 kalaak ma pohchi gya.
Me aje dekhi saku chu ye Burhanuddin Maula RA no mojizo che. Me ye jiware Maula RA na janaza dekha te waqat aap ne dil ma araz kidi ke Maula RA aa aankh ma roshni aap na didaar karwa na liye mangi hati, aap na janaza dekhwa na liye nahin. Te waqt Mufaddal Maula TUS aap khara thaya ane salami aapi, tej waqat mane aem yakeen thayu ke aaj MaulaTUS na sabab Burhanuddin Maula RA ni nazaraat hamara par baqi che.
Khuda aa Mufaddal Moula TUS ni umar shareef ne ta roze qiyamat daraz kare. Ameen.
I was in fourth grade in MSB Educational Institute at that time. It was our Lisan al-Dawat period when suddenly Janab came and told us to gather in the dua hall. We all ran to the dua hall, we didn’t know something tragic like this had happened. All around us, the teachers were crying, our Masool was on call, teachers were calming students. I got scared about what had happened. Suddenly our Masool came on the podium and informed us of the tragic news. There was a huge roar of grief. Everybody was hugging one another and crying. Even our non-Dawoodi Bohra teachers were crying. The photo of Aqa Moula RA appeared on our projector screen, every student in the dua hall ran towards the screen and tried to hug it. There was a huge crowd around the screen. We were then told to leave school, find our parents and gather in our mohalla masjid as soon as possible.
Me ghar ma jaman banawi rahi thi, te waqat mara parosi ek mumin behn ye aawi ne aa khabar aapi ke Burhanuddin Maula RA wafaat thaya che. Mane yakeen na thayu ane rota huwa Maula RA na photo na nazdeek kahri rahi ne bas emaj dua karti thi ke aa khabar galat hoi. Ane thorij dair ma khadim phira ane masjid ma jawa nu elaan kido. Hame rota huwa ane dua karta huwa masjid ma gaya wahan janaab ye aa khabar sunawi ke Burhanuddin Maula RA wafaat thaya che.
Aje bhi aap na wafat par sabar nathi thato. Leykin Mufaddal Moula TUS ne dekhi ne itminaan mile che.
Jivare Maula RA wafat thaya, tiware me Mangalore ma hato. Mane ghano sadmo lago, me Mumbai aawa waaste koshish kari pan kai ek reason si Maula RA na janaza ma shamil na thai sako. Eh waat no afsos mane aaj tak che. Te din si meye em niyyat kidi ke every month Maula RA ni ziyarat karwa hazir thais. Mein February 2020 tak continuously every month ane every urs of bewe Maula RA ma hazir thayo chu. Pachi aa pandemic na reason si Maula RA ni ziyarat naseeb nathi thai. Em dua karu chu ke Moula TUS aa bimaari ne jald si jald khatam kare ane me pacho every month Maula RA na hazrat ma avi ne ziyarat karu.
We were having a sports tournament in school and suddenly our Head Moallim came and stopped the tournament and gathered us all in our assembly hall and shared with us the news that our Bawa Shafiq passed away. My friends and I could not hold back our emotions and we were all crying. Our assembly hall was filled with sounds of crying and grieving voices, and then we did matam of Imam Husain AS with tears in our eyes.
I could not process the news as it was so shocking and so heartbreaking, not accepting what I was hearing. I felt like something heavy had been placed on my chest.
Not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of Burhanuddin Maula RA, when his blessed name comes in Dua Dai-al-Asr, his face comes before my eyes and I remember all that he has done for us.
I had an early morning E-learning Quran Majeed Class with Mahad al-Zahra, Surat. For a few brief moments, our lights dimmed and flickered, (something that rarely happens in the UK) and myself and the Janab who was listening to my Hifz, felt an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness.
Shortly afterwards, I was informed of the tragedy that had come about. If the kamparo of Qayamat nu Din was ever to be described, it would be that day.
Am grateful that during that instant, I was engaged in the highest form of ibadat, tilawat al-Quran al-Majeed.
The day I heard about our father, Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin’s RA demise I was preparing for my 12th Std. prelims. That morning since I woke up I felt a bit different and uneasy then I went and kissed Maula’sRA photo. My amma came knocking at the door and she was crying uncontrollably. I couldn’t understand what had happened, then amma slowly gathered her courage and told me that MaulaRA was no more.
I was in shock, I couldn’t believe it. MaulaRA was my entire world and it felt as though everything was falling apart, like this bubble had burst and suddenly there was nothing but darkness.
I didn’t know what to do, I just sat in a corner and cried. Then I knew that I had to go to Raudat Tahera, so I went with my friend. We just reached Raudat Tahera in a state of trance. When I reached there it all suddenly became real. My only thought was that Mufaddal Moula TUS will come and only he can make it right. The doors of Raudat Tahera were closed and I could hear machines working inside, I didn’t want to believe what was happening inside and I cried till I had no tears left. I sat for a couple of hours in Raudat Tahera and news came that Mufaddal Moula TUS would land at 5 p.m. from Colombo. After hearing the news I went home and I don’t even know how the day passed.
In the night at about 9 p.m. my friend gave me a call to tell me that she had just finished muroor and I should come fast. My family and a few friends left for Saify Mahal, I somehow reached Daisy Lane gate and waited there for about 3 hours. My friend and I were one of the last people to be taken in for muroor.
When we reached the room, I saw Mufaddal MaulaTUS sitting on the ground with a few bhaisaabs and it looked as though Burhanuddin MaulaRA was just sleeping. I hoped with all my heart that this was just a bad nightmare and Burhanuddin Maula RA would come back to us.
I know that we can’t see Burhanuddin Maula RA anymore but he has never left us. No matter what or where Moula is he is always watching over us and there is not a day that goes by where Maula is not remembered.
I still remember that day. I was giving my college exams. On that particular day my mother had visited the Amil Saheb’s office. Over there everyone was running around; here and there making phone calls. My mother; clueless of the situation, asked one miyasaheb in the office what had happened? With a heavy heart and tears in his eyes exclaimed, “Aqa Maula wafat thai gaya”.
My mother was shocked and became numb. She couldn’t figure out what to do next. She called me and narrated the news. I left my exam and immediately rushed home, and from there, my family members and I immediately rushed to the railway station, to reach Mumbai ASAP.
Due to the hujum of Mumineen at the station, we weren’t able to get a ticket, but managed to hire a cab with another Mumin bhai and immediately left for Mumbai.
On the way we were just hoping and praying for the Deedar of Aqa Maula. Finally when we reached Mumbai, we went directly to Raudat Tahera. Being in BGI, I got the azeem sharaf of ‘Qabar ni mitti nikalvu’ khidmat, in Raudat Tahera. During the khidmat the news broke that there is Last Deedar of Aqa Moula being done in Saifee Mahal. We went group by group to Saifee Mahal for the Deedar. With tears in our eyes and YA HUSSAIN on our lips we did the last Deedar of our Beloved Burhanuddin Maula (RA).
This day of my life will always remain in my memories and I will narrate it to my future generations to come.
Burhanuddin Maula RA Aap na jeva ek Maula TUS ne muki ne gaya che je, Maa ane Bava jem Mumineen no khayal rakhe che. Aa Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin Maula TUS ni umar shareef ne Khuda Taala ta roze qiyamaat daraz ane daraaz karjo. Ameen.
On that day I was in Dubai and a recording of Mufaddal Moula’s TUS Udaipur waaz mubarak was shown in every mauze. So when the news came, every mumin on that day was in the masjid attending the relay.
During the middle of the recording a bhai came running towards the Amil Saheb and he said something in his ears and after that Aamil Saheb just started crying. Many were confused and later after 2 mins of matam Amil Saheb announced the wafaat of our Aqa Maula.
After hearing the news we were just shocked and didn’t know how to react. Tears flowed and our hands did matam. Everyone in the masjid started doing matam for about an hour after which zohr namaz was prayed and again during the dua of dail asr matam was done for another 15-20 minutes.
Only one thing was going on in everyone’s head that ‘je dai na haq ma hamnaj hame ye dua kidi hawei su hamei ye dai ne “khuda afzalul jaza aapei” aney “ridwanullahe alaihe”, ye dua karye?’
Khuda Taala apna Aqa, apna bawa Burhanuddin Moula ne afzalul jaza aapei ane aapna Mansoos Syedna Aali Qadr Mufaddal Saifuddin Aqa ni umr shareef ne khuda qayamat na din lag daraaz ane daraaz kare.
Mamlooke Syedna TUS ne barabar yaad che ke zohor no waqt hato ane Ahmedabad mazar ma darees na baad jaman jaari hatu aney ghulam ehma jaman jamarwani khidmat kari rahyo hato.
Ghulam kai kaam si mawaid ni office ma gayo ane waha je janab betha hata ye phone ma kai parhu ane zor si YA HUSAIN ni nida kidi ane Syedna Qutbuddin Shaheed RA na qubba ni taraf bhagwa laga. Ghulam ne kai samajh na pari ke su thai rahyu che ane janab na peeche bhagwa laago. Jiware qubba ma pohcha to joyu ke Syedi Mukasir Saheb na farzand Ibrahim BS qabar par khara rahi ne zor zor si roi rahya hata.
Ghulam ne haji bhi kai khabar nai ke su thai rahyu che, magar ek ajeeb be-chaini mehsoos thawa laagi ane zehen ma aayu ke kai na kai ehwo amar bano che ke je na sabab ek azeem sadmo poncha che. Janab bhi corner ma khara rahi ne roi rahya hata, ehne jai ne mei ye puchu ke mane batawo ke su thayu?? Tiware janab rota rota kahe che ke Burhanuddin Moula guzri gaya che.
Jiware ghulam ye aa sunu to hosh uri gaya ane kai samajh na pare. Em laage ke duniya sooni thai gai che ane me yateem thai gayo chu. Har taraf fakat sannato sannato hato ane maayoosi na sabab zehen kaam karwu bandh thai gayu hatu. Fakat dil ma ekkaj khayal aayo ke moula na nazdeek pohchi jaw!
I had just reached the office and a friend called me; he couldn’t say anything and just asked me to call my father. My father picked up and in a forlorn voice asked me to leave everything and reach Saifee Mahal. Nobody had the courage to express what had happened. How our worlds had shattered; tears started rolling uncontrollably. I called a friend who was nearby and requested him to pick me up, because I was in no condition to drive. I ran through the lane, my friend arrived to pick me up – he was already in tears. There were no words between us, we rode like it was the last day of our lives; it indeed was.
We ran into Saifee Mahal with nothing on our minds, overcome by emotions. By then we had started weeping loudly. A large crowd was already inside, nobody wanting to leave.
Maula Burhanuddin was the one I saw when I was born; He was the one I wanted to see when I shut my eyes.
Later that evening, I got the sharaf of deedar of Burhanuddin Maula RA for one final time.
I was fortunately right there when Maula Mufaddal TUS arrived. HE is the reason alone our hearts are consoled. Maula-ka maza Maula-ka baqi (مولاك مضى و مولاك بقي).
Alhamdolillah, I was fortunate enough to witness Maula’s RA janaza mubarak. I have not experienced anything like that in my life. There was a sea of people, but there was so much sadness in the atmosphere. There was a time when we were just on the road with the crowd and there was a feeling that, though you are in the midst of such a huge crowd, your soul is with Maula. There was a connection that I feel every soul had with Maula during his hayati and even after he left this world.
“Husain na ghum siwa koi ghum na dikhawey”. I joined khidmat 5 years ago, and Bangalore was my first posting. It was my turn with raza for imamat namaz tawalli for my students. I had returned from a class and had gone for wudu. When I returned, our Masool came and informed us that Janab Amil saheb had just called and asked us to get all the students to their homes immediately and instruct them to do tasbeeh on their way home. The commute from the school to the last student’s home takes about an hour and namaz might get qaza for him. So Janab decided that we will conduct namaz for misaqwala students and then dispatch the students. So I stepped forward, and prayed zuhr asr, not knowing that I was reciting “Allahumma haza dai” with Burhanuddin Maula’s name for the last time.
When I completed the namaz and returned to our staff room none of the Janabs were able to meet me eye to eye. They were just leaving, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I caught up with the last one of them and physically turned him towards me and he was weeping. He just hugged me and wept. And that was it. That is how I knew that the Dai whose dua always was “khuda tamney khusho khurram rakhjo. ek husain na gum siwa koi ghum na dikhawjo”, had left us.
I remember the first feeling of utter despair. I had never experienced that feeling in my life till then. The second thought that came to me was how will I ever face my students. What will I tell them? And then it struck me. How am I going to tell this news to my family? Some teachers and I got into my car and we left for home. As soon as I reached home, it was evident that the crushing news had not reached as the faces of my family expressed pleasant surprise that I had returned home early. I couldn’t see their faces. I had to tell them that we have to leave immediately for Mumbai. But how? Not able to come up with anything I just screamed in an attempt to release enough agony from my heart to form words. My family got scared. They hugged me asking me what had happened. And then Mukasir saheb Syedi Shahzada Qaidjohar BS Ezzuddin’s message came through that “Aqa Maula ye hamesha no aaraam farmayo chhe”.
It seems odd to say this to say it now, but that message saved my life. It relieved me from the pain of conveying those words to my family. I showed them the message. We departed for the airport grabbing whatever we could.
The reality sunk in when we got the deedar sharaf of Maulana Burhanuddin RA. Till then it was all “feeling”. Not concrete. Now that I look back to that day, the painful words were never spoken, but the message travelled from heart to heart, and broke them all into a thousand pieces.
Why else would there be tears in a Mumin’s eyes? He was always khush and khurram. But when Husain jiwa Husain left us, tears flowed like rivers. And Burhanuddin Maula jiwa Burhanuddin Maula – Mufaddal Moula’s deedar and existence was the only solace.
That day, we were on our way to the masjid for the Udaipur waaz relay, and Jumoa namaz. Outside the masjid there were Mumineen on their phones, crying. Initially, we didn’t really know about it so we thought that ‘koi guzri gayu hase’ and then we proceeded to go inside the masjid. To our surprise the waaz had not started. We were very confused and couldn’t even ask anyone about it as everyone was in deep sorrow.
I vividly remember Amil Saheb Kinana Bs entering the Masjid and sitting down heavy-hearted. He took the mic and weakly spoke into it. ‘Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihe rajeoon’! And then it struck. We were devastated. Without a second thought we dashed out and headed to the airport. At the airport hundreds of mumineen were running here and there looking for any means to reach Mumbai, and they all did…
I was in the 3rd darajah (class) in Surat Jamea. At the time, I was sitting in the Iwan al-Barakat. It was our hifz period and I was reciting the Quran, when one of the senior ustaaz kiraam walked in, all sad and tears in his eyes, as if all the happiness from his life was taken away. He slowly walked towards the frames of Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, and started crying out loud. When we heard his sobbing voice, it brought us to tears, without knowing what had happened.
The first thing that came to my mind, was “khuda Moula ni umar lambi karey aney je umoor thayu hoi ye sehel thai”. And then Janab Sh Murtaza bhai Qari walked in, and told everyone to recite Dua-e-Kamil.
My father was present in Surat at that time, and he came to Iwan al-Barakat to call me, and that’s when he told me that Aqa Moula RA had left us. I was speechless! I thought I was in a dream and it would end soon. I told my father, what are you even saying? And he started crying too. I removed nazrul maqam and prayed for Moula to come back.
Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA was our roohani father and mother. For over five decades, hundreds of thousands of Mumineen were bestowed with his benevolence.
The 16th of Rabi al-Awwal 1435H (17 January 2014), the day our beloved Moula Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA left for his heavenly abode will be forever etched in our memories.
Mumineen frequently recollect their memories of this indelible day, where they were, what they did and the emotions that overcame them.
It is in zikra (recollection) of these vivid memories that we at Misbah ©️ hope to compile a collaborated collection of accounts from mumineen, in all languages.