At odd times of the day, tears roll down. Petty jobs take unusually long to complete. I get lost to some unknown places, in middle of a business meeting. Starring at the PC screen for hours, doing nothing. Focusing on work has become difficult. I hear my heart beats. Nothing seems to be exciting…the earth has not remained a better place to live. Constant feeling of someone looking at me from far far above and listening all the voices in my head.

Eyes refuses to recognise RA after Mohammed Burhanuddin. Tougue stammers reading. Hands shiver serving food. Steps become heavy walking towards masjid. Mind runs blank in sajdas. Missing bus stops and train stops has become very common. Cannot hear audio clips of Moula’s bayan…my heart bleeds, my soul cries.

Gravity of the sorrow which has befallen has made my heart hollow.

“Moula Burhaneddin ne koi bulawi lawo!
Tha aap kehta sath ma jannat ma lai jais..ae mumineen sath ma me tamne lai jais
Ae Moula waat aapni hamne rulawe che..Moula firaki aapni hamne satave che”

One tasbih which helps to realise reality – SYEDNA WA MOULANA MUFADDAL SAIFUDDIN TUS.

Adna ghulam e Aaliqadr TUS
Moez