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In the Abadi Saya of Maula Burhanuddin Aqa R.A…

There is a time of our life which we never forget, our school times, right? We spend a lot of time at school and there are memories of all the kinds from school. For me, it just won’t be school memories. For me, it would the thanda saya (cool shade) of Muqaddas Maula Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A.

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Al Madrasa tus Saifya tul Burhaniyah, the institution well-established by Maula Burhanuddin Aqa R.A- the institute, that has changed lives of hundreds, as Maula R.A states in one of his Bayaan Mubarak “ Al Madrasa will endeavor to see that its students acquire knowledge from childhood in consonance with Deen. When its pupil leaves the school, his educational preparedness and standard should be so high, that he may be eligible for admission to all the esteemed higher educational institutions of the world. At the same time his thinking and mental faculty would be so trained and disciplined that he would be spared from vices of worldly education, which normally hampers efforts to reach standards of perfection.”

Thinking over the Kalimaat Nooraniya I now think back to the time I came to madrasah. In class 2 I got admission in madrasah or should I say I got the ne’mat (blessing) of being under the Saya Mubaraka of Maula R.A. Each wall, each brick of madrasah reminded of Maula R.A’s Zaat Mubarak. Each achievement in madrasah was appreciated and each painful misery was made forgotten with ease. What is it about madrasah that makes this happen or should I say, what is it not about madrasah which wouldn’t benefit you?

Each day in madrasah began with Maula’s zikr and tul-ul umr dua. Throughout the day we were taught and nurtured in Nazaraat Raheemiyah of Maula R.A as each class had a picture of Maula R.A right in the front, over the class board. It was, as if, Maula R.A himself taught us everything, it was his picture that consoled us in our problems and his tabassum that assured us that he is proud of our achievements.

We were granted with the most wonderful teachers who groomed us and taught us everything. From the part that how should one eat, to the part that how should one perform khidmat. It all came from Maula, from madrasah, from all the teachers even the ones that did not teach us in class, but gave a lesson to learn in each act.

As the final year will soon come to an end, our class teacher Janab Al-Sheikh Huzaifa Bhai gave each of us a paper. He instructed us to write our names and pass it to the one on our left. We were supposed to write whatever we want to about each other as a farewell comment. The idea rejoiced us but it also reminded us that the year in madrasah of learning each day was coming to an end. The difference that madrasah made in our lives is remarkable. We all did khidmat of both the Maulas together; we recited duas and did araz our hadayah in Hazrat Aaliyah being one. And, there was one significant day we all used to await each year. It was the day when we celebrated Milaad Mubarak of Burhanuddin Maula R.A (the Izhar-ul-Masarrat program). Different competitions were held of card making and thali making and what not. We all used to attend this day in Libas-ul-Anwar and it would be the most momentous day that we would have each year.

However, this year came with a difference. The 40 days of Ta’budaat had begun and preparations of the Milaad programs had started at school when we heard that, “Maula Burhanuddin Aqa ye hamesha no araam farmayo che.” The heart pounded vigorously, the mind couldn’t picture the thought and all I could do so was cry. I cried like I had never cried in my life. It was as if everything that I had is gone, well it had indeed. As Maula says ‘Man Lahul Maula Falahul Kul’ (je na pase Maula che ehna pase saglu che). The news baffled my ears that had I heard it correct, was it the news of my Maula that he had closed his eyes forever from this mortal world? As I saw Maula’s picture in front of me I just looked at him and cried ‘Maula ap padhari gaya? Maula hame ye apni waat na suni hamne maaf karjo’.

In a few days when madrasah re-opened after Maula’s wafaat I knew things would be so different. We came to assembly and recited Dua and qaseeda Mubaraka inscribed by Aali Qadar Maula in Maula R.A’s Shaan Mubarak. The walls of madrasah were mourning; there were silent cries that surrounded us. How could one bear the thought of losing Maula forever?

Each day as I entered madrasah, it was Maula’s madrasah that sedated me in such times and the very picture of our Mushfiq Pidar Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A and his Mansus Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS who after Burhanuddin Maula R.A is our Sahara in our lives, consoled me. This showed the significance of the fact that it’s Maula’s yaari that has given me the strength each time in my life and will do so…

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Today whoever I am, whatever I have achieved it is because of Syedna wa Maulana Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A and Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin Maula TUS. Before coming to madrasah I was like any other child but today I am one of leaves of the tree that Maula R.A had planted and has taken care of. I was a different person back then but the knowledge I acquired from madrasah, is the one that has brought me here. Now, when I discuss something with people and if one likes my taswwur, they ask me, “Madrasah ma parho cho?” I smile back and I answer “Ji, Al Madrasah Tus Saifiyah Tul Burhaniyah ma parhu chu”.

Taken in March 2012

It is this institution of Maula Burhanuddin R.A and Mufaddal Maula TUS that has given me respect and has taken me beyond the limits of achievements that I for one couldn’t and can’t do on my own. It is the name itself that comes after madrasah that opens all the doors to me, and, I know for sure wherever I may go their Saya and yaari will always be there for me.

As I end this, I would like to Araz Shukr na Sajadaat to Burhanuddin Maula R.A and Mufaddal Maula TUS who have made me capable of doing things which seemed so difficult to me that are now made so sehel (easy) with their Dua Mubarak. And, also I’d like to thank all the people – the teachers, the juniors and seniors, other staff members who have taken me closer to Maula at each step I took. They have always supported me and given me confidence and have made me believe in myself.

Nevertheless, the time has to go on and soon we’re going to finish our schooling from madrasah. And as I said in the beginning it just won’t be school memories that I’d miss, it would also be the Saya of Maula R.A and Maula TUS that protected and took care of me.

May Allah grant our Maula Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin Aqa R.A Aala Darajaat in Jannat-ul-Firdous and may Allah grant our Maula, our Saya, Syedna Mufaddal Safuddin Maula TUS a long healthy and prosperous life till the day of judgement. Ameen.

May we, the parts of the Shadaab darakht always do khidmat of Maula Saifuddin TUS so that may Burhanuddin Maula R.A be proud of us.

 

Amate Syedna Maulanal-Mannaan,
Ruqaiya Mulla Mustafa Lokhand wala.

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WhatsApp Wackiness!


Aunty 1: “…How’s your daughter out there in Canada?”

Aunty 2: “Good. She’s pretty active on ‘WhatsApp’ and sends pictures frequently so I’m relieved to see what she’s up to daily”

Aunty 1: “Ohh I forgot! You lazy! I’m dying to see the pictures since ages. By God! I’ll give you the rida I’ve stitched of yours only after you’ll give me those pictures!”

Aunty 2: “Uhhh, okay bhae I’ll send whatever ‘maal’ (pictures and videos) I have of the function to you on ‘WhatsApp’, happy?”

Aunty 3: “Heeeyy make sure you do that in the group we’ve made!”

(To Aunty 4:) “When in the world are you going to get ‘WhatsApp’? You’re missing some reall stuff”

“Aunty 4: “ Ughhh, believe me now all I do is eat my elder son’s brain to get me a phone which has that in it”

In the previous weekend, after spending the tiring yet an ecstatic hangout with school friends I unexpectedly ended up with unknown mohallah aunties to head back at my place in a tiny car. Those typical women chattered endlessly… about politics, sales, dramas, his daughter, her son… everything! But my antennae at last activated at the point when I heard the heavy name ‘WhatsApp’. I was enjoying their conversation and wondered about the influence of it that has dramatically flooded all over the globe and has reached even to the 40 year olds!

They say books are our best friends, for me my cell phone is! It’s like a precious jewel in my pocket! Some of the reasons are because it’s my daily planner at times and at times it even plays the role of a personal notebook. But now, tighter the strings have become. Know why? Because after the journey of Facebook, there were moments when I craved to vent and express myself. When I yearned about keeping in touch with my people but gradually it started to fade after I was introduced to WhatsApp!

I’m simply drowned in it because this mini social platform fulfills my need of expressing through my two most favorite mediums that are words as well as pictures. Here contacts are automatically added, and so it makes it easy to remain in contact with people all around the world. It even displays the chats in the most preferred threaded way with a loaded topping of such attractive animated emotions and icons that speak volumes and truly add flavor during the conversation. Umm, maybe that’s why I enjoy re-reading special conversations more often;)

Then even the profile options have totally corrupted me! Frankly, some people would even be considering my WhatsApp-ing strange because of the thought I put in updating DPs and statuses every week. But they have no clue of the fact that it’s actually we-the active WhatsApp users whom I lovingly call my ‘true whatsapp buddies’-socializing that way and adding life to it! Hehe, yes it’s true that the pictures I change are very frequent and surely depend on my fluctuating mood because of which sometimes I even deliberately take portraits for it. to share them with my friends and family…I love doing it, clicking around and enjoying . 🙂 Also the statuses, though they are short and catchy one liners but the depth and emotion they contain is what I like to display.

The thing I enjoy the most is that WhatsApp also provides the option of groups. It’s the corner where we buddies toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings, dispel each others fears, keep in touch all together, share unlimited media and sometimes even pass time by joking about the lamesttt of things and never miss it even if some of us are offline. Even today, the ones who fortunately didn’t feel the earthquake shocks got aware of its severity by the dramatic conversation which lost no time to begin in the groups immediately after it was felt!

So you see, WhatsApp attracts everyone to it like a magnet. It brings us closer to our family and friends by having the access to share with them all the time through the availability of just a net connection on the compact tiny devices! How cool is that!?

Cheers to WhatsApp and its wackiness! 😉

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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Young Dreamy Love


I used to wonder why, wonder where the days had gone which we spent together, the songs sang , under the cloudy sky when we danced together. I was holding on forever to the love that seemed so far and hoped my dreams would come to life one day. Although, deep down inside I knew this was just meant to be, this was pure love and you were coming back to me where the field was green and the sky was blue. A place where I could see the moonlight above, feel the sensation of your touch, the sound of your whispers who’s echoes lasted a great deal longer and could smell the intoxicating scent of yours that I wanted to grasp within the confines of my heart forever.

It was perfect. It was passion and it was setting me free. My heart was skipping beats, the charming gestures of yours had totally taken my breath away. I just couldn’t get enough of how much do I needed you to fill me up because with every touch and every whisper you made me fall in love all over again! It was just like a movie scene, where we reunited in a sweetest dream.

It seems dreamy yet it’s awake. When that moment flies by, time stops and everything goes silent leaving the affect of the rejuvenating spells of your love. It’s amazing how the sun seems brighter the next day, flowers smell sweeter with the remains of your scent in my soul and the birds seem merrier while humming along the melodious notes of love with me. You make me realize that the moments we’ve spent in the spirit of love are the ones truly lived. You are the one who truly makes me spin with ecstasy, makes me cherish the moment, ignore the pain and let my heart be drunken with love which will always be filled because true is this connection. True is this love that surely you will see it in my smile when the heaven above showers it’s blessings in the form of
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                                                                                    ‘RAIN’!!!


(The connection between the rain and me) ;P
Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

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February 2013: The Month of Celebration!

February. 
Out of all the 12 months. This month has always been special to me. It is not only my favorite because of the soothing moderate weather it possesses but is also awaited the most because of the special occasions it brings along. Yes! Of course, the Valentine’s day, then my birthday and both the Milaad this time was a cherry on top. So I would like to tag February 2013 as ‘the month of celebration’.

Commencing with the ‘Red Day’; the Valentine’s Day, I wonder about the magic of that day that swirls it’s wand on every individual’s heart and charms the surroundings as the ‘Reds’ and ‘hearts’ rule all over the places that get wonderfully decorated. The chocolatiers keep floating on the clouds and the streets get occupied by the red balloon hawkers and the rose sellers, who have sparkle in their eyes because of the total income they know they’ll get at the end of the day.

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From children to old people; may it be a heart shaped card, a rose, or a gift; people heartily try to please their loved ones. And this time I tried too! I tried to do everything I could to plan a surprise for my parents (even with a terrible flu). 😛 So to remind them that they are and will always be special and ‘can’ have a peaceful romantic dinner at home in despite of the presence of three mischievous kids:D, I planned a candle lit Chinese dinner, fancy chocolate coated strawberries as starters, some decor and music in the background. “Splendiferously memorable! Had never expected such lovely arrangements by you children. You made our day!”,  uttered my parents after filling their tummies and we just couldn’t wait for the gifts to be exchanged.

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Now coming to birthdays, on every birthday of mine I never miss a chance to jot down the number of people who wished me and the special things that happened. This might be strange to you, eh? But it makes me smile when I skim through it later on. So yesterday, I did the same. But morosely, this time the crisp page was unexpectedly half empty. I really had nothing at all to write except about the birthday wishes. Albeit, I was grateful about the lovely way people wished but it made me sad. Sad and cranky to it’s height! Know why? Because of the unexpected strike I could not even celebrate with my friends and make the most out of ‘my’ day! So I studied. I slept. I gussied up the blog. Did everything I could to forget that it was my birthday, which nevertheless made me more grouchy and I felt low as the time passed. In the evening there was suddenly a loud knock at my room’s door. And here the crack-heads were singing the birthday song at the top of their pitch the moment I was at sight jumping with excitement! I couldn’t stop grinning and eventually got to know that they spent the whole afternoon baking a cake and cooking pasta and stuff for me! We had a blast and after a while they left, leaving behind a warm glow on my face. 🙂

Personally all these occasions really matter to me. In fact, why shouldn’t they? We’re so engrossed in our diurnal routines that we forget to appreciate the ones that matter. We forget to express ourselves to them and take it all for granted. So whether it is Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day or whatever, here’s a day when one can ‘make’ others feel special by a load of greetings, lots of attention and love. It gives us a perfect opportunity to splash out our emotions and creativity with a beautiful lasting memory in the end. Now you know, the importance of celebrating is immense so lets vent out all the way and make the most out of the relationships because if someone means to you then you should say it right then. Say it out loud. Say it a lot. As people forget or the moment just passes you by.

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

P.S: Really hoping for a better birthday in 2014. 😛

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Geo tou aisay!


“Saaarrraaaahhhh, take a breath and at least let me get me out of the kitchen!” my mother added.
“Noooo ami, listen to me first! You know then what happened…(and I continued with my story)”

Today, as per routine, I returned from school and began filling my mother with my tales without pausing and she listened to me imperturbably like she always does (she knows I can’t remain bottled up with feelings). I went on emptying myself but leaving all her work behind, she sat calmly with interest, gave me good advices, smiled and laughed at intervals on my escapades and tried to make me learn from the mistakes I made.

These brief conversations we have every day, never fail to content me. Sometimes I wonder what would I do without my loved ones, who are unexpectedly always there to listen. Seriously, I would nearly faint out of suffocation if I was unheard or unexpressed!
Indeed, it’s a gift to have people around us with whom we can toss around ideas, dreams, share incidents, feelings & dispel each others fears.

According to me, Silence always kills me from inside. I’d rather remain over said than unsaid. I believe in the power of expression, in the power of words. I believe in intense passion and openness. So, I feel that it’s very IMPORTANT for an individual to be expressive.

Why expressive?

  • Being expressive helps you in remaining ebullient in your personality.
  • It gives you ‘wings’- it makes you feel high and tension free-it makes you feel lighter.
  • People value you more. They enjoy your company.
  • It helps you in self development- And makes you realize your own strengths and short comings.
  • Resolving misunderstandings and building in strong relationships- Expression plays a very important part in that, I tell you!

Finding out the best way for us to express yourself can be rewarding. It is not always important for us to possess speaking power. You can do it in anyway.
In YOUR way!

I personally express myself according to my fluctuating mood. I write when I overflow with feelings and am unable to hold them at bay. When words seem less, I use my photography skills to express daily life in an extraordinary way. I go sporting when I feel too enthusiastic. That lets me express myself in a physical way. When I feel creative, I spill colors on paper. And then sometimes, when I feel the crazy acid boiling within me, I sing aloud in the shower! It sometimes drains out all the stress (I shouldn’t have mentioned this) 😛

So you see? There are so many ways in which we can express ourselves. We just need to be honest, genuine, fearless & confident. But, lets not forget that we do need to express ourselves ‘but’ in an appropriate manner. Our surrounding, our environment does matter a lot. Of course, you cannot jump and hoot with excitement in a very formal situation but yes you can cheer and chill in an informal gathering. So, we do need to realize the importance of ‘the right time’….
But hey? While taking care of the right time, please don’t forget to vent out! Because, expressing is nothing but saying and doing what your heart tells you to.

So, stand up and heave your hearts out amigos!
Cheers to Expressionism!

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir


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