Words and Photograph Ruqaiya L.
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.
Ruqaiya Mulla Mustafa Lokhand wala.