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Shade of MSB

February 8, 2018
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Words and Photograph Ruqaiya L.  

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It’s impossible for one to remember the days of infancy, but I’ve lived it, through my mother’s memories.

On one occasion she told me, that when I was only a few months old, she had taken me to a ziafat of Burhanuddin Maula RA at a relative’s home, she held me tightly standing in a corner, waiting for Maula. RA to bless me. As He arrived, He bestowed His Mubarak Hath over me, and my mom slowly said, ‘Maula ap ye Ruqaiya naam apu che’, and again, He repeated His act affectionately.

I live this memory from my mother’s words, but no sooner did I experience it as I got enrolled in Al-Madrasa-tus-Saifiyah-tul-Burhaniyah which is MaulaRA’s own planted tree of Barakaat. To this day I am grateful to Mukasir Saheb Shehzada Aliasgher BhaisabDM for getting me an admission in MSB. The reason being, that today my actions, my appearance, my words and in general my whole life is like a kaleidoscope revolving around the teachings I received there. Today, I know what to do when I’m lost, and I know where to go at such times.

MSB is the most emotional and special part of my life, and I can never forget it. In fact, I miss the days spent there at ease. There’s always an urge of going back to one of my classes and gaze at the photograph of the three Dai above the whiteboard. No institution where I’ve studied after graduating from school has held me so close to them, none of them have given the warmth of Huzure Aala’s love and care that I’ve experienced in this Darsagah, which in fact makes me think I’ll find  Burhanuddin Maula RA in one of the corridors as I pass in Madrasah.

The time I felt lonesome or bothered, I knew MaulaRA watched me as I shed tears and He wept them from my cheeks, I knew He heard my silent prayers because I felt so energized after opening my heart that no worldly soul could have done. In my last year of MSB, life turned to the most tragic incident; the loss of Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin AqaRA. The walls of Madrasah were mourning; there were silent cries that surrounded it; how could one bear the thought of losing Maula forever?

Each day as I entered Madrasah then, it was His very own institution that sedated me in such times and the very picture of our Mushfiq Pidar Syedna Mohammad Burhanuddin AqaR.A and His Mansus Syedna Mufaddal SaifuddinT.U.S 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…

As time progressed from primary to secondary and finally graduating from school, I was taking away writing as a tool with me. In that moment I was not sure what I’d actually pursue as my career but I knew I’ll return to my Alma Mater with words of gratitude and hopefully serve my skills as khidmat towards Aqa Maula TUS .

Asharah Mubarakah 1439H Karachi gave me the very opportunity to finally act out the plan I had played so many times before in my mind, I gathered some other MSBians if this was a possibility and convinced some to write for it and finally did araz to Huzure AalaTUS with an emerald green file in my hand where a lush leafy tree spread about, extending its knowledge to the corners of the world. In that fast forward moment, I could only say this much ‘Maula mai likhu chu’, He nodded with a beaming tabassum and accepted it, I knew it meant I was to start ahead with it.

To show the infinite blessings through words of gratitude, several other MSBians are aiding to put up a blog together where timely memories of this institution can flow from one part of this tree to another, only, to gain Rida Mubarak and do zikr with shukur of MaulaTUS.

This blog won’t be a collection of mere words, it will be feelings, moreover, a diary of memories shared under the Saya-e-Atifat of Aqa MaulaTUS. May Allah grant our Roohani Bawa; the caretaker of the garden of Dawat, a long life of serenity and good health until the Day of Qayamat.

Ameen

Amate SyednaT.U.S,

Ruqaiya Mulla Mustafa Lokhand wala.

Abnaul-Madrasa-tus-Saifiyah-tul-Burhaniyah.

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6 Comments

  • Reply Farida Mohammed Dahodwala February 10, 2018 at 9:51 am

    Yes, it definitely is Burhanuddin Moula (RA) saaya on all students. I’ve felt this during all the time that I have taught there. As a teacher also each day I’ve felt that it is my home. My son is an MSB student and now in college when he wears topi daily even though it is against college rules to wear any kind of headgear, for him what Moula (RA) says is more important than anyone else’s rule is proof that Moula’s saaya is with him always. May Allah give our Moula (TUS) a long and healthy life till qayamat. Aameen

  • Reply Maria Hamid February 10, 2018 at 12:06 pm

    Hey ruqaiya this writeup is totally amazing i can completely relate to this as an msbian…. M.S.B is a family where we are blessed with lots and lots of barakaat and moula’s saaya upon us. And i think that no college or institutions can anytime remain as close to my heart as M.S.B. I feel so proud to call myself an Msbian….!! Keep up the good work always….!! ☺

  • Reply Sh Qaidjohar hazari February 10, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    Well done Ruqaiyya! keep writing and sharing.

  • Reply Ibrahim safri February 10, 2018 at 1:05 pm

    MSB and all the schools of dawat definitely plays a vital role in a child’s life…thousands of blessings are showered on the students there and this acts as a very advantageous platform for all the students to receive the barakaat of AQA MOULA (tus) everytime.
    This post sums up all the feelings of a true MSBian.
    Amazingly written.
    May allah grant long and Healthy life to AQA MOULA (tus) Aameen

  • Reply Maryam Juzer February 10, 2018 at 6:25 pm

    Very well written ruqaiyyah….i got a picturesque in front of me while reading the entire thing…keep writing…all the best…

  • Reply Zainab Lotia February 11, 2018 at 6:57 pm

    Very well written Ruqaiyyah. Brings back the memories of my teaching career in that esteemed institution. Those were the best ten years of my teaching life experience. I have taught in other schools as well but nothing can replace the experience and memories of those ten years. Thank you for reliving them in my memory.

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