- ---------- Bhiwandi ka Safar ya Baseerat ka Safar Jab “Mā shā’ Allāhu kān” ke raaz khulte hain ✍️ Qalam se: Mufti Muhammad Suheb Usmani Qasmi ⸻ 🌙 Muqaddima: Jab naqis hazri ilm ka aaghaz ban jaye Baaz mulaqatein kitaabon ke safaḥat nahi hotin, balkeh dil ke waraq ban jaati hain. Jo aaj ki maadi daur mein taqrīban “Impossible” sa lagta hai, woh ek faqeer ki zindagi mein yun mumkin hua ke murshid ki shafqat ne sawari ka bahaana banaya aur ma‘rifat ka darwaza khol diya. Is hafte, is faqeer ki Bhiwandi hazri apne murshid muhtaram ki khidmat mein hui. Hazrat ne kamaal-e-shafqat se apni do paiye ki sawari (scooter) par is kam ilm ko bithaya, aur apne khaas muta‘alliq Janab Bhai Usama Sahib ki teemardari (visiting the sick) ke liye tashreef le gaye. Wahan bistar-e-‘ilalat ke qareeb, guftagu ke dauran jab insani zu‘f (human weakness) aur mujahidana ‘ajz (spiritual humility) ka zikr aaya, to Hazrat ne aasmani khazane ka ek darwaza khola aur ye du‘a zaban-e-mubarak se ada far...
- I went to a masjid today that wasn't marked by towering minarets or grand domes. It was a humble prayer space tucked away inside the quiet confines of an old-age home campus. Places like these carry a specific kind of atmosphere. The air feels heavier, often thick with unspoken memories, quiet resignation, and the lingering echo of lives that once roared with activity but have now slowed to a whisper. I went there simply to offer my obligatory prayers. I left carrying a lesson that will stay engraved on my heart forever. As I stood in the rows, preparing myself, I found myself next to an elderly man. He was frail, his posture bent by the weight of time. He was an "inmate" here—a clinical word that felt too harsh for the gentle, weathered face I glimpsed. Later, I would learn the fragments of his story. He was a survivor of the brutal COVID era, a period that had swept through his life like a wildfire, taking almost his entire family with it. He was left behind in the a...