A Century & a One of Celebrations!

As the sun sets, the smiles grow wider and wider as the celebrations come near, as the grand processions lead and the fireworks fill the sky with mirth. Earth and heavens, both bow down as the King of all Kings proceeds to make the history for the world to witness-As He TUS reaches his 101st Milaad Mubarak.

Our hearts rejoice and dance with the tunes of the bands. It gladdens us to see the streets glow with vibrant lights all around and it rejuvenates our hearts and souls as the day completes.

All hail to Him TUS, to the king of our bodies and souls. For he is the one who deserves it. O, Maula! the big day has arrived, the sun and the moon come at your feet. The angels and humans sway and swing for your happiness. Every Mumin on this day, says to you with utmost gratitude, “Maula Mubarak! Maula Mubarak!”

As we,  the Apprentices reach our 52nd post with happiness glowing on our faces, we bow our heads with our palms joined together and give wadhaamni to you. Aey Maula! Aey the 52nd Fatemi Dai! Ye Salgirah ho tujhe Ya Shaha Mubarak!

Abeede Syedna TUS,
Writer’s Apprentices

A Plea! A Prayer!

Opportunity knocked our door and we couldn’t just let it go! It was a life time one!

Yesterday at school, we were asked to write an Arzi and join the countless others all over Pakistan in beseeching Maula TUS and His Mansoos TUS to land their barakati feet in Karachi.

And this is the least we could come up with: 

“O Maula TUS! The successor of Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA who has blessed limitless bounties on the Mumineen of Pakistan! O the Fatemi Dai, the sultan of all! You are the one who gives and receives; the eternal spiritual Mother and Father of all the Dawoodi Bohras; the King whom angels await to serve.

O Maula TUS! The heavy clouds of sins and grief have consumed us. Suffocation has overcome our choked breaths. Our hearts fail and eyes water in patience of the news of your TUS arrival. The gardens of our soul threaten to wither. The thirst of our forbearance has reached its extent. We beseech You to come and flourish our gardens and arrive on our dry land to quench our thirst. We are like a parched desert-barren and isolated-our sinful existence in need of much awaited emancipation. We are a tree-leafless and hopeless-awaiting the touch of your celestial hand.

O Maula TUS! We dream of the day when the trumpets will be blown again and bands will be played; when souls will be truly alive and bodies will be rejuvenated. When the glorious Fatimid procession will be lead in the streets of Karachi by you TUS in Imami Shaan.

May Imam Hussain SA, who grants what is not even in our destiny, reshape our destiny by giving us the dawn of that day when our tear-filled eyes and parched souls will drink in the presence of Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin TUS and his TUS Mansoos, Syedi Wa Maulaya Mufaddal Bhaisaheb on Pak Sar Zameen!” Ameen.

Abeede Syedna TUS

Writer’s Apprentices