Sri Lanka is a little tear shaped island dangling right below the Indian subcontinent like a hanging pearl. I have had the blessed fortune of having traveled there twice–both consecutive Asharas with Hayyul Muqaddas Maula RA. My sister had just gotten married there and her in-laws were remarkable hosts to more than 25 guests.
Both Asharas were memorable, more so now in hindsight, because since then I have been unable to attend Ashara with Maula RA. Even though this was some 7 years ago (My Alefiya was one year old then), memories of this island’s capital city Colombo, its balmy breeze, its aquamarine skies, its enthralling shopping malls; Kandy’s winding roads, Nuwara Elai’s hill station-ish climate is firmly embedded in my mind.
Sri Lanka’s worth has amplified to no bounds ever since Aqa Maula Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS has repeatedly blessed this country with His TUS presence. And each time, believers the world over have gasped in wonder at the tremendous fortune of the momineen who live here and have taken barakat time and again.
It is clear that Maula feels rested there. And anyone would need rest–the itinerary Mufaddal Maula TUS follows is impossible to pertain to by a human. It is only in Maula’s TUS celestial capacity, that bound by the shackles of time, Huzoorala TUS spends every moment in blessing momineen and emancipating them; bringing them closer and closer to the showers of barakat of Burhanuddin Maula RA.
I wonder what that land holds–the same soil where Adam Nabi AS had first stepped on. What magnetic treasures lie in that earth that Waliullah TUS has blessed it with His TUS Aqdaam Tahera four time since Nass? For nothing is just chance; there is no randomness in this existence. Everything has a deeper meaning-a loftier purpose, especially if it is the action of Haq na Dai TUS. This musing delights me.
Today too, the first time since Maula TUS has become Dai, after a week long stay at Bandarawila, Momineen of Colombo will get the bounty of Huzoorala’s TUS waaz mubarak. I get news from my sister, about Maula’s TUS schedule and it makes my heart fill with joy that someone so close to me-nay, a part of me-is there reaping barakat. Someone is there who is praying for me and performing deedar on my account. It is as if I am an there too spiritually. I can imagine it all. The honey coloured walls of the Husaini masjid in Colombo, the glass doors of Qutbi Hall, the alley which leads to the masjid gates, the view of the crashing waves from the masjid windows and the whistle of the train who’s track is just at the shore.
I have the most incredible memories of this beach and train track. On the occasion of the end of the second Ashara in Colombo, Burhanuddin Maula RA was travelling to a hill station by train. My sister in law had just got married the night before and after a late night of wedding revelry, we were sleeping the sleep of the dead the next morning in our seaside apartment. The shrill ring of my phone woke me. It was my sister. “Are you at the tracks? Maula RA is leaving in the train.” That snapped me out of my slumber. I yelled at everyone to wake up. Throwing on our ridas, the men fumbling with their kurtas, a two-year old Alefiya in her kitten nightie clasped in my arms, we ran to the tracks in five minutes flat.
We heaved a sigh of relief when we saw momineen still gathered at the tracks. Suddenly Maula RA stepped into the train amidst cries of ‘Maula Maula’. As the train chugged to a start, I ran after it. I ran with Alefiya in my arms. I ran until my chest ran out of breath. I ran as the train pulled away until it was just the train with Maula RA in it and me and my daughter and Burhanuddin Maula RA gazed at us. I knew Maula RA was looking at me. I can still feel that gaze. It makes my eyes prick with tears and I can feel the goosebumps even today.
“Maula TUS looked at me!” I gasped to everyone in exhilaration, panting for breath to fill my lungs.That was my final deedar of Maula RA in Colombo. Had I known it, I wouldn’t have stopped running after that train.
Today, on the first of Jamadil Sani I wish fervently that I be in Colombo whenever Mufaddal Maula TUS sojourns there.
Amate Syedna TUS