Will this pain ever end ?

WE WERE shifting house in Bangkok in 1997. I was responsible for the transfer. Carrying bags. Pulling out drawers. Carting material.

It must have been a big drawer full of hardware tools that triggered a sharp pain down my leg. The doctor pronounced: severe scoliosis of 35% in my upper frame caused by a major disc herniation of lumbars 4 and 5. Only medical intervention could resolve this.

It didn’t. As time passed, the pain grew worse. Deeper. Sharper. Longer. Nights would be sleepless; days painful.

Meanwhile, I became a victim for medical experimentation. Chinese massage. Acupuncture. Chiropractor adjustment. Ultra sound. Laser treatment. Physiotherapy exercise. Ozone injections in the disc. Yoga. You name it, I underwent it.

Defeated by every medical intervention across three years, I finally resolved to seek my final medical intervention.
Huzurala.

Huzurala was to attend a ziafat (in Singapore). Since it was almost maghrib we were specifically asked not to tender any araz. This was my dilemma …my last chance, directive for no araz, my last chance, directive for no araz.

Huzurala appeared. He walked towards where I stood. He walked past. Finally, I cried in anguish, "Maula! Hu Bangkok si aayo chhu, aney maney kamar ma bau dukhe chey! Bau problem chhey!" It was more the last plea of a drowning man than a formal araz.

Huzurala stopped, turned slightly in my direction, ‘saw me’ for about 10 seconds (eternity!), smiled and proceeded. This is what I felt: someone pouring water down my back.

The pain went away forever.

Dawoodi Bohras : Following interview of Ali Asgar Matcheswalla, Shareqa (UAE) by Mudar Patherya (Calcutta):

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Dawoodi Bohras - Water from Desert ?

Around 1973, our family entered the business of textile processing in Karachi. Water represents the building block of this business. This qualification made the arid region of Karachi theoretically unsuitable for textile processing, unless if one enjoyed access to a robust municipal connection or one was sitting on top of an aquifer.
We enjoyed neither advantage. The municipal connection was not there; several factories in our neighborhood had dug deep wells, but there was just no ground water to justify the factory's presence in the vicinity.

The opinions were clear: scrap the project or move.

Eventually we recognized that only one power could resolve the problem. Huzurala. So we submitted a detailed araz with the plot's sketch, indicating where the factory building would be located, where the open area would be etcetera etcetera. The problem, we indicated, was the water. Where would we find it?
Huzurala took one look at the map and immediately thrust his finger on it. He was indicating where we should dig! Everyone was relieved, but that is when the story took an interesting twist. The person who had created the map realized that he had made a mistake...the north had been represented as south and the south as north! So someone said that in that case, we needed to flip the direction of the spot that
Huzurala had identified. Somebody else said that we shouldn't tamper with something we knew little about. So off we went toHuzurala yet again, this time looking a little sheepish and explaining that we had got our co-ordinates wrong and would he please make re-indicate where we should dig.

Huzurala - surprise of surprises - made no change. He thrust his finger on the same spot.

We dug. We struck fresh water within 25 feet. Our factory became a reality. And more than three decades later we still continue to draw water from a spot within a region that is generally dismissed as 'desert'!

Interview ends

Dawoodi Bohras : Following interview of Shaikh Abdulhusainbhai Harianawala (Karachi) by Mudar Patherya (Calcutta)

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Maula Answers Every Mumin's araz

In 1976, when Huzurala came to Calcutta, I had gone for qadambosi during a ziyafat given by college students. My final medical examinaton was the following morning so when it was my turn, I did araz to Aqa Maula for dua. Just then Huzurala turned to speak to the Shehzadi Saheb standing alongside… my words were lost on Huzurala. The volunteers had thrust the next person in front; I was asked to move ahead and soon it was the end of a long-awaited turn. Soon there were dozens of others entreating Maula with their diverse requests.

Maula Answers Every Mumin's araz

I was ushered out beyond sound, beyond sight. I had blown my opportunity.

When something like this happens, you become superstitious. Was it a foreboding of poor examination performance? Was it a latent message on how my career would turn out?

Resigned, I sat at the thaal but would not eat. This thing kept spooling and unspooling in my head: maulana had not replied, maulana had not replied, maulana had not replied.

Suddenly, I noticed the Shehzadi saheb going from thaal to thaal and asking something. She came to ours. ‘Who was the medical student who had done araz for success in her final exam? Moulana yeh ehne yaad farmaya chhey’.

I rose. I was held by hand, the crowds parted, and suddenly I was in front of Maulana. I re-mumbled my araz. And wept. Maulana said, “Tamey rouchho sukaam?” And then, like a concerned father, he held the fingers of both my hands for seconds before pronouncing, “Khuda chaahse to tu safal thaase.”

It turned out to be a dua not only for the exam but for life. I passed the exam with ease; today I am a successful practising doctor in Kolkata.


Dawoodi Bohras : Following interview of Dr Sakina Putly, Calcutta, by Mudar Patherya

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