He sits on the throne and does it All

My heart’s been itching to write about it since several months. But it never was possible until tonight. The fate wanted it to be this night, when the auspicious month of my Maula’s birthday has arrived. A years’ awaited journey has yet again completed. And there again my Maula turns younger as he grows older!

It is about 4 to 5 years back when I think my heart missed a beat or two, when the tension had filled in. When the news struck my ears that maybe my brother; still in my mother’s womb would come out to have abnormal disabilities. The doctors said he had a lot of water in his head and so he might die or survive with the disorders. I was young, didn’t have much sense, I did not know how to react? Although young and juvenile, I had a younger sister and a brother to set example for.
Not able to do much, we just prayed. The times were dark for us but there was hope. And not long after the prayers were answered, the miracle had taken place, giving birth to a baby boy named Hussain; bringing with him all the lucky stars and good fortune.

Obviously the treatment was given to him and we had appointed a physiotherapist to make him walk on his own. By 3 he was good enough walking, when, one day he had an attack and he received fits. Fits is a disease which makes one stop still and turn his head and foam at the mouth and at times it makes ones mind forget the past life he has lived. At the time he had his first attack, he forgot how to walk. I with my teary eyes have seen the pain he has received.

At three a child without any doubt becomes heavier and more difficult to carry around, but my mother? She went through all the hardships praying that one day she will receive its fruit.

When, last year in the mid of September my parents with Hussain went in Maula and his Mansoos Aali Qadr’s hazrat to Cairo, Misr. The very fortunate Hussain got his sehra done by Aali Qadr Maula and my mother with trembling hands and shivering lips did the araz of his disabilities. Aali qadr maula just said “Khuda shifa apse, dua-e-kamil parho”

And my mother with watery eyes brought him out of the crowd and to a nearby relatives’ home. She made Hussain stand by the table and carried on with her work when like a normal person Hussain came walking to her. She retold us this incident, saying that there was no limit to her happiness, her mirth.
Everyone here and there was filled with bliss and was dazzled by the miracle.

When my faiji (aunt) went to perform sajdaat of gratitude Maula just said that “Maro nahi, Imam Hussain no maujizo che”

I’m truly amazed. When I write these words, I mean them. My eyes can’t stop the salty water pouring out. Aren’t there countless other children like Hussain, who might have the same disease; but him? He has the curer too.

Aren’t there hundreds of our problems of which we complain about standing in front of that Roohani photo? I assure you that all of it is answered; when the right time comes he replies to all, Because He TUS loves us. And in return what he wants is,

“Inni wallahe ohiboka ya maulaya”

Amate Syedna Tus
Maria Sadri.