Doors that open to better worlds

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The crystals glint and the patterned mirrors shine

Casting the world outside into oblivion.

The gold and silver façade of the Zarih is like a magnet

Where the soul has finally come to breathe a sigh of relief

One gazes and gazes and can only be physically moved by an outside force because the soul doesn’t want to leave.

The soul has come home.

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There are doors in every building—doors to homes and schools; doors to rooms and cubicles; doors to hospitals and even morgues. These are doors which are entrances into places. But the doors I have walked through here in Najaf and Karbala are doors which open up destinies. They are doors that lead to heaven.

These are doors which are placed at the threshold of this world and the next; they are portals leading to the seven skies and immortality.

They may be fashioned out of wood,

Some of metal,

Some of silver,

Some of gold.

But they are kissed by praying lips and furrowed foreheads are placed onto them. Destinies are altered when these doors are passed through.

Ya Ali AS, Ya Husain AS, Ya Abbas AS

I am seated in your court

Of gleaming crystals,

Of sparkling silver,

Of elixir gold,

Of rubies and emeralds

Of celestial light.

The eyes gaze, the soul is riveted at your grandeur of your worth in the eyes of Allah.

Is it not the gold in your zarih that gives the sun its light?

Is it not your silver lattice which gives the moon and stars its hue?

Is it not your dust that makes a mote a gem?

Is it not your walls that turn a drop into a roaring, tumbling river?

Is it not your name that heralds in aid even though oceans and miles may separate?

Not all can venture through these doors;

For only those whom you beckon may enter,

It is not wealth or position which can grant us presence in your celestial court,

It is not coins gathered in a pouch but the tears gathered in the bags of our eyes,

Which for years and years have accumulated through pain and loss,

And now threaten to spill every time your name is uttered

It is these tears which are the passport through these doors.

Amate Syedna TUS

Maryam

 

 

 

 

 

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In the loving memory of Baisaheba Umme Aymen bai saheba

Not only physically, but mentally one would need to be highly alert and perceptive to keep pace with the train of thoughts and prudence of Baisaheba Umme Aymen bai saheba. A woman who would outpace the most sound minds with the spontaneity of her ideas and put a young dame to shame with her agility and deftness, in Baisaheba’s case age was just a number!
In a brief period of time that I knew her, she taught me volumes on hardwork and dedication, not just with words but her own actions. Her passion and zeal with which she involved herself in every project of Al Madrasa tus Saifiya tul Burhaniyah was inspirational. Way past working hours, she would be present on the field without a trace of fatigue or irritation evident in her demeanour. Not only for work, but her energy was so contagious, that we would stay longer, just to be around her, watch her, learn and all the while admire her energy and enthusiasm, which was a rare feat witnessed amongst the people of her age.
Not only Baisaheba was a woman of superior intellect but possessed a natural flair for arts and crafts. She would know exactly what would fit where and which combination would do for putting together the right ambience and impression. The clarity of her speech and message would leave us transfixed, listening intently, one wouldn’t want her to stop, ever.
Her advices and ideas for better khidmat of the madrasa and specifically the revered and the most treasured gift of the headship of the English Department to me are carved in my memory like writings on a stone. She had taught me what it means to lead and what a leader is required to do. Reminiscing those moments I just wish I continue to try and live upto her expectations but in my heart I know, for the standards she had set with her own example, I would never be in a position to justify this accolade so graciously granted by her.
Every memory of her is like a lush green garden of roses, each one possessing an exotic fragrance and an immortal existance. With such affection she would softly put her hand on my shoulder everytime I kissed her hand that the moment I parted, I would already be looking forward to the next time I would meet her.

Pensive, I hear her voice today, fondly calling my name from afar, like her own, just like a member of one’s own family would do…
The place of Baisaheba in our hearts will remain irreplaceable, and today we; the team of Al Madrasa tus Saifiya tul Burhaniyah miss her the most!
May Allah bless Baisaheba, Umme Aymen bai saheba with the highest ranks in heaven.
Amate Syedna TUS,
Xeynab

The loss of Amir ul Jamea tus Saifiya; Syedi Qasim Bhaisaheb Hakimuddin

“A chill would run down my spine if I met his gaze, as if my entire self had turned into a book which was open for him to read.” That wasn’t just my experience of a brief encounter with Mazoon-ud-Dawat Syedi Qasim Bhaisaheb Hakimuddin but an experience of many momineen worldwide. The probing penetrative look, the splendour of his presence, the vessel of knowledge that he was, left many of us awe struck and dumbfounded around him.

Born to Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA and Ummul mumineen Fatema aisaheba, Syedi Saheb’s birthdate was 16th of Rajab 1350H. With valour and determination he performed khidmat of 3 Dais, Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA and Syedna Aali Qadr Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS.

Syedi Saheb was incharge of Al Vazarat tus Saifiya and took great deal of interest in the training of Ummal Kiram. Later he was appointed by Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin RA as one of the rectors of Al Jamea tus Saifiya in 1407 after the sudden demise of Syedi Yusuf Bhaisaheb Najmuddin.

Eversince his contributions to Al Jamea tus Saifiya remained incessant and notable. He was deeply involved in the affairs of the university especially the academic administration. He was instrumental in bringing in modern methodology of teaching to the university adhering to the principle of “blending the established old with the useful new.”

He was a scholar par excellence with a deep knowledge of taweel and haqiqat. Mumineen flocked to his asbaaq. The momineen of Karachi were also blessed numerous times with his knowledge and wisdom showered during ashara waaz and the asbaaqs he taught. Momineen would visit Karachi from various cities of Pakistan to partake the barakat of the Ilm of Aale Mohammad, taught by the great scholar himself.

Syedna Aali Qadr Mufaddal Saifuddin elevated him to the position of mukasir in 1435, and in 1439 bestowed upon him the position of Mazoon.

Syedi Saheb left the material world for the better one on the night of 19th Rajab ul Asab 1439, the same day as his father Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA.

The loss of Syedi Saheb is an irrecoverable one, a massive void is felt today in the mechanics of Dawat e Hadya. May Allah grant our Maula forbearance to bear this loss and grant Him a life of health and prosperity ta qayamat.

Amate Syedna TUS,

Xeynab

(With inputs from sources)

A Writer’s Sword/ Horse/ Wand…

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Thy good pen
Is your best friend
Never underestimate it’s worth

Just as a sword chooses it’s owner
Lifting it from its sheath,
Just as a wand chooses a wizard,
Just as a horse selects its rider,
As he settles in his saddle’s seat.

So does a pen fit neatly
Into the curves and sinews of the fingers,
It’s body slipping gently into its bony folds.

Until the fingers and the pen become one,
In a sensual dance of ink,
Twisting and twirling,
Slithering and swaying
On the dance floor of the paper.

And when the writer is spent
The result left are words,
Born of love,
Begotten by passion,
Stemming from the unbidden nooks of the soul,
Leaving even the writer gasping in awe
At what has born fruit
All due to the courtship with a good pen.

Amate Syedna TUS

Maryam

To my Night Owls of 2k18

When the darkness pervades,
these night creatures awake,
they step out and see if everyone is asleep;
the disciplined, the focused, the right and bright,
when all retire from their dreary routines…
Therein lies a different breed,
Who exhausted and spent, never give in to their sleep
Awake and alert, they look further into the world
Curious and restless, they explore some more,
Focused in the light, adamant in the dark
Seeking peace is not their only task
& so heard ’em say:
‘No time to waste in this sleep, life is short, don’t stop us please. Lose ourselves and find our way back, in the dark there are left no tracks…”
“We could go on and yet never change our tracks
A bunch of outliers, non conformists, as they say
Not only in the day, in the night also, upbeat I stay!”

Dedicated to my night owls of 2k18.
I gave in, I became you…
Love,
Xeynab

The Pink Lipstick

The mirror never lies…

& with an effort of a million neurons, she gets up to check,

Startled she stares at the image in the mirror and sees a stranger’s face,

Of constant toil and an ailing health,

the eyes revealed all that was unsaid,

Those bags beneath them and the spark left of the dead

The dry chapped lips were as white, like the medicines that she had to take thrice

She sighs and stares at the pink lipstick on the table,

“Nope, not for me”, looking at it, she would always say

But today…

She picks it up and starts painting herself

Of the colours so fake and the forsaken lift

The temporary pleasure, the cheated measure

Guilty and conscious…

To the pink lipstick, today she surrenders…

Xeynab

The Girl on the Motorbike

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I saw a girl on a motorbike
Her Rida fluttering in the breeze
She looked ahead
Focused, underrated.
She roared ahead unperturbed.
She looked defiant,
Like she didn’t care
Like she didn’t give a damn
Like she never despaired.

I smiled and thought
She’s one of us
She doesn’t care if the world makes a fuss

The men frowned in disapproval,
The women feigned being aghast
Even though what the men actually felt was fear
And the women stilled the envy in their hearts.

She drove ahead
Disappearing down the road
Her bike a speck in the horizon
Yet she left in her wake
A cloud of hope
And open window in a locked cell.

Amate Syedna TUS
Maryam

16thmi Jamadil Ukhra, 1439

Battered, exhausted, spent, bruised & hopeless,
Done and dusted with every chapter of life…
I reach tonight,
I reach tonight… For just a glimpse!
A glimpse that shall cleanse all dirt of my eyes,
A glimpse that shall broaden my narrow sight,
A glimpse that shall heal my deep burning wounds
A glimpse that shall bring some hope back in my life
I hold on tight, for I know everything will be fine,
It’s a miracle I witness every month tonight,
I wait again, eager and thirsty,
For just a drop from the heavens shall suffice.
Like fuel for a vehicle, food for life,
My soul feeds on it; each month’s of this sacred night
A reason to go on, gives me a reason to live
For if nothing else, life atleast promises me 16thmi night
The vision before me comes to life,
Soothes my pain and guides me right,
Clears my path and directs me there…
Where my mind had closed and eyes blind.
I see it all, I see through all,
I promise to do, as I feel so right
My beaten up self feels alive,
As I walk back home blessed in this heavenly night
Oh the celestial moon, the stars so bright
There is a reason why you shine so luminously tonight,
This fluorescent beam radiates from the tomb divine
He rests in Raudhat Tahera, But lights up the world alive…
Amate Syedna TUS,
Xeynab

Trance & Tranquillity

To the waves of the sea,
To the moon-lit sky,
To the sand so wet,
And the winds that blow by…
As I spread my arms to embrace you all,
As I welcome your aid to heal me again,
This ache that floods my blood, and thoughts storm by,
A tear of longing, a song for my love, a long lasting friendship was just my sigh…
Like the glittering moon, like stars in the dark sky,
Standing out so clear amongst this expanse so great
As my feet lure me closer and illusions turn real
I stop at once to check the far I had come…
In trance I had reached the cruel lash of the waves,
I retreated but not deft enough; to avoid the sea stains,
Stains that marked my body and longed my poor heart
Conscious I moved back a little further
And finally asked my heart…
“Calmer than the ocean’s surface,
Fiercer than the lashing waves
Wisdom threatening the ocean’s depth
& eyes flicker like raging flames,
Mesmerized & in wonder,
All I ask tonight is one simple question…
Where are you my love, how much more time shall it all take?”

Healing,

Xeynab

The loss of Amir ul Jamea Shazada Aali Waqar Abbas Bhai Saheb Fakhruddin

The walls of Al Madrasa tus Saifiya tul Burhaniyah echo the blessings and bounties of Duat Mutlaqeen and their Hudood Kiram. Every festivity multiplies in the institute and each sorrow bonds us a bit more. The recent loss of Assayedu ajal Amir ul Jamea Shazada Aali Waqar Abbas Bhai Saheb Fakhruddin has not only been heart breaking for each one of us but also leaves a significant void in the mechanics of Dawat e Hadya.

Son of Aqa Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA and an intellectual of the highest standard, Shahzada Saheb’s precision and perfection for detail remains unknown to none. Deservingly so he was handed over the finance department of Dawat e Hadya and ever since with his diligent and exemplary performance he has carved his name in the history of financial and accounting books of Dawat.

Shahzada Saheb held the highest prestige of being one of the rectors of Al Jamea tus Saifiya. “He would look into the intricate details of Al Jamea tus Saifiya while in Karachi. He would be the first one to be up and about and not only concern himself in academics but also the administrative details. He himself would make sure that every department of Al Jamea was in perfect working order to the extent that he would look after the details of cleanliness in washrooms as well.” Quaid Johar bhai of Burhani Guards fondly recalls memories of Shahzada Saheb during his visits to Karachi.

Come hail, come storm, Shahzada Saheb tirelessly performed his khidmat with diligence and integrity and was in no time recognized as a methodical and logical mind of the revered office of Aqa Maula.

He served three Dais Syedna Taher Saifuddin RA, Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA and Syedna Aali Qadr Mufaddal Saifuddin TUS with utmost dedication and piety.

His melodious voice while reciting takbira in Maula’s namaz was a singular feat and stood out as one of his most recognized features.

Aqa Burhanuddin Maula RA would often remember his name during sabaqs whenever ‘hisaab’ was mentioned. This recognition and Dua of Maula RA is evident in Shahzada Saheb’s children who are themselves notable khidmat guzars of Dawat.

May Allah grant our Maula TUS forbearance to bear this colossal loss and grant Him TUS a life of health and prosperity ta qayamat.

Amate Syedna TUS,

Xeynab