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So, the point is that Rab Kareem, the Master who
showed such favours, granted Qazi Sahib sons
during his lifetime. Alhamdulillah!
Exceptionally virtuous and righteous. And during
his lifetime, the Merciful Master also showed
him his grandson, Farhan. He showed such
kindness that even the name Farhan was given by
his grandfather. Shukr Alhamdulillah! But man,
poor creature, weak, what can he do? Rab Pak
Himself is sovereign over His decision.
We
came from the hospital. We performed the ritual
of Aqiqa. He had that done with his own hands.
He had sweet dish and pulao cooked, invited Ada
Abdul Rehman and family, invited his sons from
Karachi, invited daughters and family from Diplo,
and celebrated greatly. Many photos, etc., were
taken. Farhan bachī shāl was so virtuous
and righteous that he didn't cry at all while
being rolled from one hand to another. Everyone
took photos with him in turn, but he remained
peacefully in everyone's hands. Finally, his
grandfather Baba held him in his own hands and
said, "How gentle (ḥalīm) this child is!
He hasn't made even the slightest sound." Qazi
Sahib was very happy and said, "I bestow upon
this dear Farhan the title 'Awwāhun Ḥalīm' [the
Worshiper in abundance and Gentle - the
title that Allah had bestowed upon Hazrat
Ibrahin (may peace be upon him)], and I pray
that, Insha'Allah, this little one of ours will
be exceptionally righteous, virtuous, capable,
and will make the name of my dear Shahid and all
of us shine. Insha'Allah, Ameen." Everyone said
Ameen to that.
Farhan was barely twenty-two days old when Qazi
Sahib suffered a fall, which didn't seem major
initially, but his leg turned out to be
fractured. We admitted him to the hospital. We
sent the child and his mother to her maternal
home in Sanghar. We didn't have anyone for help
– well, what could we do? Such are the twists
and turns of human life. Poor man is not in his
own control. Shah Sahib says:
I am not a
self-willed; Rein, O Master, is all in Your
control,
If You make me move, I
move; if You stop me, I stop.
Even after five months of severe suffering, Qazi
Sahib could not recover properly. We humans
tried all our remedies, applied treatments, but
our weak efforts could not prevail. And Allah's
command became dominant, and our affectionate
and merciful confidante, sympathizer, and
ever-loving Baba of the children, lifting his
humble eyes, departed from our hands. Only these
words escaped my lips: "Ilahi, who will look
upon our faces now?" Well, the pen of fate (qaẓā)
had flowed. What power does the servant have!
How can those
beloveds (Hōt) who passed this way, return?
Masterly friends of this humble one, the
beloveds passed this way.
I would cut out my flesh and liver for my
friends (Jogi),
O sisters, my masterly friends of this humble
one.
That night passed without seeing the beloved,
Such near beloveds, how could you sleep
through the night?
Days have passed since I saw them, who knows
which beloveds they were,
Like vines, the sorrows and grief of the
beloveds entwined me.
Neither those boats on shores, nor those
tales of the traders,
O friends, even today I tear the wounds of
the seafarers,
Separation kills me, O
neighbours, of the beloved.
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
In
this diary, more or less every thing has been
written about the education of all the children,
but about Shahid bachī shāl – for whom
the hope was embedded in every vein of the heart
and body, that when sons would be born and go to
school, we would see it with our own eyes. Who
knew how long life would be faithful? Ama used
to say, "Ama, when will that day come when
people will say, 'Qazi Ali Muhammad's son has
gone to school." When children used to go to
school carrying flags on August 14th,
she would pray with great longing, "O Allah
Sain, bring that day in my lifetime, so I can
see with my own eyes that my Phatoori's little
son, joining other children as a peer, has gone
to school carrying the flag. That day, offering
thanks, I will say that Rab Pak answered my
pleas, and Master Sain showed His mercy.”
Provide cover, O Concealer, I am uncovered,
Cover me, O Coverer,
giving the mantle of Your protection.
–
Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai
The Master became merciful, Alhamdulillah!
Shahid was enrolled in school. We were
overjoyed. Ama would come early in the morning
to get him ready. She would go herself to leave
him at school. What can be said about his Baba's
and Ama's happiness and delight! Alhamdulillah –
Shahid too, Masha’Allah, was virtuous and
righteous. He was also smart in his studies.
Those days are still etched on the heart.
Remembering them brings great joy. Finally, the
day arrived which Ama had awaited intensely:
Shahid bachī shāl, carrying the flag of
Pakistan, walking alongside his peers, went to
school on 14th August. Sain, Ama
herself smoothed the wooden stick for the flag
with her own hands, brought cloth from our shop
and Rehmu made the crescent and star with her
hands, sewed it, and prepared it. When Shahid
bachī shāl returned carrying sweets, Ama was
overjoyed. His Baba had specially come from
Jamesabad. Well, Master Sain showed great
kindness. He kept succeeding well in class and
passed the fifth-grade scholarship exam. When he
was little, he used to say, "I will study at
Petaro (Cadet College Petaro)." Aziz, anyway,
always used to say, "Our brother will go to
Petaro." He had kept that word in mind. We too
used to be happy.
Coming into English [Sixth grade],
Alhamdulillah, he kept passing with good marks.
His competitor was Munir Aali Sarai's son. They
used to be in close competition. In the seventh
grade, Master Allahdino Sarai prepared him for
Petaro. AlhamdulLillah, he succeeded with great
honour and safety. He got admission in 1974.
There, he also received a scholarship of 150
rupees per month. Alhamdulillah! After
Matriculation, he had opted for Pre-Medical, as
it was also our hope that our son would become a
doctor. At the time of his birth, Masi Rajbai,
Saleh Sahib's mother, had prayed, "Aba, Allah
Sain will make you a great doctor like Saleh."
The point is, Allah Sain accepted every prayer
of Ama and Qazi Sahib and showed proof of His
grace. Alhamdulillah!
When Shahid was in Inter, Mashan Mithṛo [Sweet
Mashhood] also got admission into Petaro.
Alhamdulillah! Both are indeed great blessings
among the blessings given by Allah. Shukr
Alhamdulillah! All these graces are from that
Generous One, who removed all our burdens. As
many thanks we may offer, they are too few.
Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah!
Let me write here that these two brothers were,
and still are, so virtuous, righteous, obedient,
and empathetic even when young, that no
comparison can be made. When Shahid bachī
shāl passed Inter, his Baba had become quite
frail by then. At that time, we had to
repeatedly go to Mirpurkhas for the approval of
our own watercourse. Shahid took that work upon
himself from his Baba and got it done
successfully. He wouldn't hesitate at all in
talking to the engineers. Allah Sain made that
work successful through his hands.
Mashan Khan Sahib, again, after passing Inter,
did not sit idle at home. He knew the household
situation and income. Therefore, he started
making efforts so that he contributes in family
income until the results came. For that, the
effort for a job began. In this, Allah Bux
helped us well; he got a job at Sandoz company.
In those days, we lived in Latifabad Number 6.
It was winter. In the severe cold, he would get
up at six in the morning. He received a salary
of 1200 rupees, which was a huge support for us.
From there, he would come to Rehmu's house in
Gari Khata at six in the evening and barely
reach home by eight o'clock. But this righteous
child never said, "I am tired." Allah Sain made
both of them so virtuous and righteous that the
Lord's favours are beyond counting. All these
graces are from that Generous One, the Master
Sain who has removed all our deficiencies. Shukr
Alhamdulillah! Truly worthy of praise is the
Pure Being of Allah Pak, who makes humans so
good. Let us count the favours of that Master
who bestowed such qualities upon these children.
The daughters too are all frugal and virtuous.
All of them, according to their own
circumstances, have kept us extremely happy and
have protected us from trouble in every possible
way. That too is a matter of great gratitude, to
be blessed with virtuous and empathetic
children.
While writing this book, in immense joy, my
blood volume has increased, because my entire
progeny, by Allah Sain's grace, is virtuous and
righteous, and I have peace in every way. Shukr
Alhamdulillah! Let me write this here: when Qazi
Sahib departed from us, at that time, I remember
Mashhood hugged me tightly and said, "Ami, don't
cry at all. Insha'Allah, we will not cause you
any grief. Baba has indeed gone; that is now
beyond our control, that is Allah's command, but
you be consoled." Indeed, that act was Rab
Pak's; it had to be fulfilled, and it was. But
these children have not let me think for a
single day, indeed for a single hour, that my
jewel has departed from me. So much so that I
used to drink tea with Qazi Sahib; that was our
custom. At that time, we would share our small
and big matters and news, and we used to be very
happy. Remembering that time, tears have welled
up even today, which are marked on this page.
But what can I do? Before the command, the head
must bow in submission. But now, to this day,
Shahid bachī shāl does not drink tea
without me. Even if tea is served to him inside
his room, he brings it to my room and drinks it
with me. May Allah Sain's mercy be upon him.
Mashhood's custom is also the same. When I used
to visit him in Saudi Arabia, or when he comes
here, or when I go to Canada, he drinks
breakfast tea as well as evening tea with me.
That is the routine of both brothers. My
beloveds have truly never even said "uff"
[expressed annoyance] to me. My plea to Allah
Sain is: May they prosper and be happy, safe,
and settled with their families. May they always
remain prosperous with health, safety, high
fortune, honour, and respect. Insha'Allah, Amin.
Their children are also all righteous and
virtuous. All the children love so much that I
offer great thanks. But I also think: O Sain! My
earnings are not such. All these graces are
Yours, O Generous One. Shukr Alhamdulillah! May
Allah keep all the sons and daughters, and also
their progeny, happy and settled. My grandsons
and granddaughters are all very good, righteous,
and virtuous. I am pampered by all of them, and
I laugh that Ama and Baba pampered me greatly,
and your Baba also left no stone unturned in
keeping me pampered. Now, you all too have done
everything beyond your means. May Allah Sain
give you the great reward for that without
reckoning, and may you be honoured in both
worlds, living in utmost peace and respect.
Insha'Allah, Amin, Summa Amin. Now, all my
children, Shukr Alhamdulillah, are
self-sufficient and happy in their own places.
Shukr Alhamdulillah!
l
Rehmu is currently in Grade 20, serving on DO
(District Officer Education) post.
l
Nasim, Alhamdulillah, is in Grade
18, was Headmistress before and is now too, at
Meeran High School Hyderabad.
l
Aziz, Shukr Alhamdulillah, is
currently in charge of the Sindhi Department at
Foundation Public School Hyderabad.
l
Roshni, Shukr Alhamdulillah, is
currently Professor of Obs & Gynae in Grade 21
at Liaquat Medical University, Jamshoro.
l
Khalida Rani is also a doctor.
Currently residing in Canada, preparing for
exams there, Shukr Alhamdulillah! Moving
forward, Insha'Allah, she will become a great
doctor there and succeed.
l
Shahid bachī shāl is in
Grade 20. Before this, he was DC (Deputy
Commissioner) Badin and DC Hyderabad.
l
Mashhood bachī shāl too
was in Grade 18 here when he went to Saudi
Arabia. There too, he was a Computer Engineer,
did excellent work. Lived with great success. He
performed Hajj himself, enabled me to perform
Hajj, and enabled his family members to perform
Hajj too. After staying there for six years,
settling his Baba's debts, etc., he also got
married, and is now currently residing in
Canada. He is Project Manager at Shoppers Drug
Mart. Shukr Alhamdulillah!
As
many thanks are offered to Allah Sain, they are
too few. Shukr Alhamdu;illah! Shukr
Alhamdulillah! Shukr Alhamdulillah! Thanks to
the Master. All children are settled by the
grace of the Lord. Shukr Alhamdulillah! Shukr
Alhamdulillah! Shukr Alhamdulillah!
 You
Will be Remembered O Ama!
While writing this book, I have constantly
written about my dear Ama, but in her memory,
just as I have clearly written every detail
about Baba Sain or Dada Sain, similarly, I have
written nothing specifically for my sweet Ama,
which is entirely wrong. The dear mother who
gave birth, but the love and longing contained
within her has not been specifically mentioned.
The sweet name 'mother' itself is great. There
are accounts from great philosophers, as well as
eyewitness accounts, that sing the praises of a
mother's greatness. This great gift given by
nature to every human being has no equal in the
entire universe, nor can one be found. Paradise
lies beneath the feet of the mother. In my
emotion of love, I also say with a sincere heart
that she is a hidden treasure, which has
absolutely no match or equal. Because if Allah
Sain makes the children virtuous, that is their
good fortune, but however disobedient the child
may be, the mother will still say, "bachī
shāl" [may you survive]. Even if she
stumbles on a stone, she will say, "May my
children survive." So, as I write about my Ama,
I wonder where to find the words and how to
count those sacrifices that emerged from within
her for me at every step. When we were little,
my sister, poor soul, departed from Ama early.
Crying over her, Baba and Ama had weakened
themselves terribly. She was not to return, so
she didn't. Then, only I remained, because after
me, Ama had no other child. Whatever there was,
it was for Phaturi. She was embedded in me like
the veins of life itself. Like a shadow, she
would walk before and behind me. If I made the
slightest cry, her breath would catch, fearing
what might happen, lest this one too depart like
Hoor. While asleep, she would suddenly startle
awake and come to check on me.
When I turned twelve, I used to get a fever in
the evening that would subside by midnight. At
that time, we had Dr. Ali Muhammad Noorani. Baba
and Ama showed me to the doctor, who said I had
TB. Its treatment began. Ada Ehsan scared off
all the family members from me, saying, "Keep
her eating utensils separate." This hurt Baba
and Ama deeply. Poor Ama felt as if her life
breath had left her. She kept praying to Allah
Sain. Baba had immense faith in Pirs and
Faqirs. In our city, near the Siddiqanis'
house, was Juman Faqir Shah Sain's disciple; his
tomb is also built there. I think it still is.
There was a liyār [Salvadora persica -
Toothbrush Tree] tree there. Baba went there
early one morning and prayed. Though out of
season, two liyār berries fell from that
tree. Baba took them as a good omen, brought
them, fed them to me, and wrote a taweez
with his own hands. Tying it around my neck, he
told Ama, "This fever will not afflict my child
anymore." Truly, his words came true, as from
that day onwards, I did not get that type of
fever again. It was a miracle. A few days later,
the doctor tested again and said, "Now this girl
has nothing wrong."
Around that time, Bua developed some
trouble in her knees, so in Karachi, there was a
Hakim named Naval Shankar whose treatment
was renowned. When Bua prepared to go for
treatment, she needed Ama for assistance. Poor
Ama, ready to give her life for Baba's name,
saying "Labbaik" [Here I am] to every command, a
loyal wife. Saying "Sain Hazir" [Yes, Master],
she went with Bua. She was very clever,
sweet of speech, and had great sweetness in her
tongue. So, she made that hakim her
brother. According to Ama, he would call her "my
sister" and showed great respect. She told him
the whole truth about my health. He said, "Your
daughter has constipation. This fever is due to
that. I'll give you a small remedy." He made
pills himself and gave them. Ama said, "Brother,
if you are a brother, then give me that
prescription." He gave it too, writing down the
weights, etc., everything. Ama brought it.
Again, I, the pampered one, where would I obey
Ama? Because those pills were very bitter. Baba
and Ama both would sit on my cot, pleading and
coaxing me to eat them. Those days and those
affections! What can I tell you, where did they
bring that longing from? These stories are
several. This writing cannot encompass them. May
Allah Sain grant both my parents a place in the
highest level of Jannat al-Firdous.
There are many other stories too. My friends
used to come; Ama would, as if, sacrifice her
life for them. When I was little, I used to be
the leader of my friends. That I also remember.
We used to play with dolls; we would marry them
off with celebratory rituals. For that, I would
have sweet dish and biryani cooked. Ama would
cook and feed us with great enthusiasm. Another
thing, we used to have gatherings for joint
embroidery, meaning we would all gather at one
house to embroider. Then, lunch would come from
everyone's house; my food would be delicious and
covered in the nicest and cleanest cloth.
Once, when we were very young, according to the
custom of that time, preparations for a
daughter's dowry would begin right after her
birth. What happened was that our Qazi’s shop
was a general store; they kept all sorts of
goods in it. There, they also sold silk. Selling
silk, it got tangled up on them. There was no
such skilled woman in their house. So once when
Ama went to their shop to buy something, Ada
Abdullah (Qazi Sahib’s elder brother) said, "Adi
Wasandi, if you untangle this silk, I will give
you whatever you ask for." So Ama, with a large
heart, brought it. She set to work on it, and in
a short time, she untangled skeins upon skeins
of silk. She made such neat balls of it, as if
they were brand new. Ada Abdullah and family
also generously gave Ama silk, from which Ama
embroidered Gaj [bodices] for the dowries
of both of us sisters. At that time, they used
to give twenty-five gaj in a girl's
dowry. From that, she gave twenty-five gaj
to Hoor and twenty-five to Samani. She kept
others for me. There are many such examples of
Ama's skill and craftsmanship. This is just one
very small example. What cleanliness her hand
possessed in embroidery! She was the best among
all her friends. Whichever gathering she sat in,
she would be laughing. They used to call her Adi
Khil Phul [Sister Laughter and Blossom]. Ama
used to tell a story: "Once I went to fetch
water. Others would carry two pots on their
heads. Ama was quite sturdy even when young, so
she lifted three pots onto her head and a fourth
in her armpit. Mama Soomar Kamanani passed
through the settlement and said, 'Girl Wasi is
like a calf!' Ama came from there, put down the
pots, and got busy playing. She played
hide-and-seek, there was a burner there, her
hair caught fire; they burned, but it also
greatly affected her forehead. Ama used to say
she was ill for some days afterwards. But that
mark never went away till the end. She used to
be very favoured and unrestricted. She was the
leader of the whole neighbourhood. In every good
work, any folk remedy, setting bones, or
removing a dislocated joint, or women's
medicine – she was expert in all. There were
many women whose ailments she treated. They bore
children. Master Muhammad Khan Bhurgri came to
us as a teacher; his wife hadn't had a child for
eight years. It happened through Ama's
treatment. Many other women from rural areas
used to come, and Hindu women as well as town
women would tell her various female ailments;
she would treat them. Allah Sain had given her
many skills. How many can I write, how many?
Similarly, finally my wedding took place. In my
clothes were gaj embroidered by her hand.
Among all the girls who got married along with
me – Masi Rehmat, Masi Makkoo, Kareema, and
Saphu - Ada Muhammad Haroon's daughter – my
dowry became renowned among them all. Ama was
not only skilled in embroidery but also cooked
very well. In cleanliness and neatness, Ama had
no equal. If I were to do some difficult work or
even think of it, Ama would be present, sitting
there, which made our neighbours very envious.
That poor soul's world was confined to me. She
would cry and say, "Adi, why do you taunt me? I
have that one being in which my life breath is
caught." But what can be done, it's the world,
who can stop it? She kept enduring. She would
pour her life out for my children. She would
take them home, feed them the afternoon meal,
bathe and clothe them, then send them back,
thinking, "My Phaturi shouldn't be troubled, let
her work peacefully, keep Qazi Sahib happy."
There are thousands of such stories; if this
whole book were filled with them, it would still
be insufficient.
Like blacksmiths
wrap ring around ring in a chain,
So my soul is bound,
firmly secured by the beloveds.
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
She wouldn't let me wash clothes at all. The
neighbours used to taunt me about it, and I
would get angry. Then the poor soul would tell
Qazi Sahib, "Aba, this girl quarrels with me. My
breath falters when she does some difficult
work." Qazi Sahib would tell me, "Phatu, don't
even say 'uff' to Mami Sahiba. Who cares for you
besides this mother? Don't be upset; let Mami
Sahiba be happy. She works and gives blessings
at the same time – who else does that?" Then,
when daughters were born, she kept that sorrow
in her heart too and raised them with
enthusiasm, lest her daughter falls into worry.
Amidst that, treatment, prayers – finally, my
Rab Pak felt compassion, and after five
consecutive daughters, Ghulam Muhammad was born.
What can I tell you! It was as if Ama had
attained marital bliss. She forgot all about
home and hearth. The whole day passed in
uttering blessings. Ghulam Muhammad was very
bright; she thought, "My daughter shouldn't have
to sit up much, lest she fall ill." She had no
concern for her own sleep or rest. Finally,
after a few days, despite Nani Ama's abundant
blessings, Ghulam Muhammad left her and
departed. My poor Ama went virtually mad.
Walking the streets day and night, she would
call out to Rab Pak. Then, after twelve months,
Ghulam Muhammad came for a fleeting moment, gave
solace, and left, saying, "Don't grieve.
Insha'Allah, I will come again. When my Merciful
Sender shows His grace, I will come." Then
Roshan Rani came; she nurtured her, holding her
in her breath, hoping this one might survive.
Then Khalida Rani came; she nurtured her even
more than Roshan. She didn't let me feel the
slightest heat, lest her Phaturi face any
trouble. Finally, Khalida Begum proved
fortunate, and Ama's Shahid bachī shāl
arrived. "The rivers of sorrow and pain all
flowed away upon seeing the beloved." She said,
"Aba Shahid, welcome! Your arrival has
illuminated us. Breath has returned to our dead
souls. Welcome! Most welcome!" Then Ama forgot
all her troubles and sat down. There was no
thought of coming or going, no concern for
anyone's opinion. Her breath was caught in
Shahid. Rocking him in the cradle, she would
sing:
The Beloved
entered, came to me; all sorrows departed,
Life, I get, O friends, the Beloved came,
entered.
I will speak secrets, sitting face to face,
O sisters, Abdul Latif
says, the same beloved came to me.
Well, we were happy, but the joy that Ama, Qazi
Sahib, and Adi Halima felt is difficult to
quantify. What stories can I tell of my mother,
which are countless? At every step, side by
side! If I went to Hyderabad, fell ill, if a
child wasn't well, I wouldn't know, she would be
staying awake, giving medicines, injections,
pressing my legs, serving me – what can I say,
what can I write on this worthless piece of
paper? "Writing cannot encompass it, the stories
are thousands." Until Mashan's birth, she raised
all the children. I don't even remember kissing
my own children! All the love they received was
from Ama Nani. Her whole world was just those
children!
As
long as she was alive, she never rested content,
She went into the earth
remembering her beloveds.
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
Finally, the girls grew up. In
every task, studies, etc., taking them for
tuition, or for every child, in every task, she
would be there. That was her only pastime. They
grew up, became teachers. Suitors also started
coming. Rehmu's situation was known beforehand –
that qazi sahib would give her to his sister Adi
Aasu's son, Allah Bux. But for Nasim, since
childhood, Ama, and especially Mama Muhammad
Umer, had great affection. He used to tell Ama,
"Adi, give this Nasim to me. True, my son is not
worthy, but you are my sister, do this favour."
Then Ama told Qazi, "Aba, I have lifted water
for your house my whole life, now I ask for one
thing; fulfill this hope of mine. I will pray
for you my whole life. Even after death, my soul
will pray for you." Qazi Sahib would most
willingly accept Ama's every reasonable request
and also respected her immensely. According to
Baba Sahib, "This Qazi Ali Muhammad would
considers you more than sons. Value this golden
necklace." So he instantly said, "Mami Sahiba,
your command is upon my eyes." Then Ama asked
for Nasim's hand for Ahmed, and praying, she
said, "Aba, may Allah Sain's mercy be upon you,
for you have given such honour to this humble
woman, who rarely hears words of respect. But
Allah Sain will make you smile in both worlds
and let you see the joys of sons too. In life,
may Allah never show you a difficult day,
Insha'Allah. But I also pray that this daughter
of mine, Nasim, will sway in Umer's house with
Ahmed, and Insha'Allah, a flock of servants will
work under them. You have given me honour; you
will receive honour from Rab Pak's court,
Insha'Allah." She also sang this: "The Creator
made you special – Maula made you powerful. He
gave you the treasure of full authority. O Lord,
preserve the honour of me, the sinner." Truly,
all my daughters, Alhamdulillah, are settled and
happy in their respective homes. Alhamdulillah!
But in Nasim's house, indeed, activity bustles.
Ahmed, poor soul, is a simple man, but he has
kept my daughter very happy. Alhamdulillah! May
Allah Sain keep all the children happy and
settled. All sons and daughters are happy in
their situations. May they always remain
prosperous and settled, Insha'Allah!
After Nasim's wedding, Ama stayed
permanently at Mama's house. Mama's life breaths
were also in his sister, so he absolutely
wouldn't let Ama go. Ama too was happy,
nurturing Nasim and Ahmed's children. And we
too, considering it our maternal relatives (nānāṇā)
home, used to visit there, and Aziz also used to
come there. A very good time passed. When Qazi
Sahib came, then everyone, including Ama, would
come to our house. Everyone greatly admired the
serenity and fragrance of our home, saying,
"There is great peace in Ada Ali Muhammad's
house." Shahid's Amān Waḍī also used to
come and sit. There was absolutely no kind of
senseless argument or unwarranted conversation
in the house. If there were some human
weaknesses, everyone would overlook them, so
matters never escalated. Time passed with great
affinity and peace.
Finally, in 1980, we came to
Hyderabad because Roshan didn’t feel like
staying more in the hostel . Shahid bachī
shāl had also been selected for medical. His
studies, then Khalida's studies in
Nawabshah-meaning, under various circumstances,
coming to Hyderabad became appropriate and
imminent. Ama was saddened, but due to our
compulsions, she gave permission happily.
Reaching there, we set up the house properly and
called Ama. It was vacation time too. Shafia was
one and a half months old. Nasim also came
along. We were overjoyed. She too was very
happy, so much so that when Shahid and Roshan,
wearing their doctor’s aprons, would leave
saying Khuda Hafiz, she would stand at the door
watching them and offer thanks upon thanks. She
would say: "Mian Allah, You have removed all my
burdens. Today my Shahid bachī shāl has
become a doctor. Alhamdulillah! 'Thanks to
the Lord, all my tasks are completed – Beloveds
came and set foot in my home. Sain answered my
plea.' Alhamdulillah!” Again, I would cook
food according to Ama's liking and feed her.
Qazi Sahib also, hearing about Ama, came from
the lands; there was even more joy. Well, what
can I tell you, that happiness lasted a short
time. Who knows whose evil eye struck? Eleven
days after Ama arrived, I suffered a setback; my
leg broke. Poor Ama shed floods of tears. "Girl,
why did you call me? If only happiness were
written for me, that I might see it!" Then,
after staying for some time, she left, offering
many prayers. She said, "Ama, you will run
around even more than before. Allah will not
leave you crippled. Trust in the prayer of this
faqir mother." etc., etc. Praying, she
left. It took me seven months to recover, but
that mother's prayer, and along with it, Rab
Pak's grace, indeed Allah Sain showed great
kindness to me. Exactly seven months later, I
went to Diplo to pay respects to Ama.
In
this way, time passed. In 1982, she told Nasim,
"Ama, now may you prosper, grow, and thrive. I
greatly long for my child. Give me leave happily
so I can spend the remaining time looking at my
child and satisfy my longing. Now I am here in
this world for a short time: “Now I am for
some days in the fort, now I long in my death
fainting; I keep searching the path, may my
breath not leave me without seeing the beloved.
Hoor's separation has already broken me into
pieces, lest the separation from this child of
mine also occur.” Nasim and Mama happily gave
her leave, and Ama came to us in Hyderabad. I
was always busy with my running around!
Sometimes she would say, "Girl, I have come
longing for you. Sit with me so I can look at
you and satisfy my longing." She would always
say this. I would laugh and put her off, saying,
"Ama, I don't have a moment's free time - cant
afford." Well, we carried on. Ama also kept
watching.
Once, what happened, it was the month of Ramzan.
I was keeping the fasts. At that time, we had no
servant. Many clothes had piled up. We hadn't
bought a machine yet. I was washing clothes.
When it was time for the afternoon meal, I got
up to cook khichṛī, etc. Ama's cot was in
the veranda – she sat watching. Roshan and
Khalida were also sitting there. She quietly
told them, "Ama Roshan and Khalida, you get up
quickly and wash a few clothes with a couple of
strokes. Your mother is washing clothes, and my
heart aches." I, who was in the kitchen, heard
her. I laughed and said to Ama, "Ama, my washing
clothes hurts you, but if my daughters wash
them, would that be fine?" She replied, "Girl,
when you wash, blows strike my heart. Ama, you
will value me when I am gone." That word indeed
pains me. Anyway, the matter which saddened us
and also caused her great sorrow was that she
used to say, "Ama, I was very discerning and
intelligent, but just one word made me blind."
Baba too, though he valued her sincerely in his
heart, but he was so helpless before his son
that if he caused Ama any trouble, he would say
absolutely nothing to him. Who knows what that
was. When his [Ehsan's] wife passed away, Ama
served him so much that even a wife wouldn't
serve her husband that much. Time and again, who
knows what troubles she had to endure, which
hurt my heart even to write about. Therefore, I
cannot write more, but things never improved.
“What use is
that saying, by which the Beloved did not stay?”
What was written on the forehead, that fate
cannot be altered,
Sit, Endure, that
which the Beloved wrote on the divine tablet
(Loh).
Poor being, she
used to say:
“Sorrows nurtured me, tribulations raised me; in
the ballot of pleasure, Syed says, I didn’t
fall; as if I was a branch of the vine of
troubles.”
Those days also passed, difficult and easy. Ama
was pampered by her parents from a very young
age, as Nani’s children also didn't survive.
After many deaths, finally two brothers and two
sisters survived. Then a sister also passed away
at the age of fourteen; her father also died.
Then sorrows began there too. She came to Baba’s
house, but there too was Ehsan’s reign. But what
can I say? Allah Sain had given her a large
heart; it wasn’t apparent to us that our Ama was
afflicted by so many sorrows. She spent her
entire life pursuing Baba's approbation. And did
just one thing happen! Dada’s wife had passed
away; with that, she moved mountains. "Wasi, O
Wasi!" [Dada calling her]. He went for Hajj,
came back ill. That I also remember, he had
diarrhea. At that time, these facilities didn’t
exist. All work [washing soiled clothes] was
done by hand. There too, she was present! That
state continued for six months. He [Dada] prayed
a lot for her, but Ama’s fingernails had worn
away. There is no lack of reward with Allah Sain;
may my sweet mother attain Jannat ul-Firdous
there. It is perfectly justified to say about
Ama that in her parents' home, from a young age,
she accepted their poverty. Coming to her own
home, she played the role of an utterly loyal
wife, the likes of which is hard to find. And
also, being a stepmother, she surpassed a real
mother, bearing Ehsan’s harshness and arrogance
without holding any grudge in her heart, serving
him sincerely without any lapse. When the matter
of Ada Ehsan's second marriage arose, Baba did
not give his daughter Adi Samani in exchange
thinking this daughter didn’t have a mother,
lest she face hardship. So he told his own
sister [Sukhiyani] that Samani could be married
with her son. "May my granddaughter, Allah
firbids, not go to any difficult place." Thus,
he married off his beautiful daughter, Hoor, in
exchange of Ehsan to unworthy people. Even then,
my mother did not say anything to Baba about it.
People's mouths were agape! To the extent that
Bua and Chacha Maulvi Sahib said, "Mukhi
Sahib, what are you doing?" He replied,
"Brother, Ehsan's affection has vanquished me."
I also say this:
Sisters, I am
foolish; I did not tie the knot knowing,
Those who feel the
pangs of love, they will search the mountains.
– Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai
Despite that, my loyal mother did
not lose faith in her husband. Such examples are
simply not found. If seen in the role of a
daughter-in-law, she is seen superior, but the
sorrow is only this: that fortune did not favour
her. Well, what can be done? That was the
original design from the Divine command. She
used to say, "Amma, I am enduring what is
written for me, what fault is it of the world!"
If seen in the role of a sister-in-law, then
even superior to that! But it is necessary to
mention that my Bua [Sukhiyani] valued
her greatly. Verbally, she would even speak the
truth to Baba or Ada Ehsan about any
transgression. And among her children, Adi
Bhanbhai gave us very good support at the time
of Hoor’s passing. And also, Ada Qazi Ahmed
valued my mother greatly, right until the time
of Ama's passing, and even now, he maintains
that affection with me because of her. May Allah
Sain's mercy be upon him. He himself calls me
‘Zahra sister’ fondly, and more so he tells his
children too, "Baba, this sister Zahra is Mama's
very dear daughter. Her mother [Ama] sacrificed
her life breaths for us." He tells his young
daughters-in-law, "Ama, do not leave my sister
without food when ever she visits us. Her mother
and father have poured favours upon me." May
Allah's mercy be upon him. When people show
appreciation, they don't give trays full of
gold; just a few good words from the mouth and
heart emerge. They come to the mouth only when
they are in the heart. Even when we used to come
to his house due to illness or some work, his
family members, including Bhajai Janbai and all
his daughters at that time, took very good care.
Qazi Sahib and I have always remained prayerful
for him and his progeny, and I always will be.
Good deeds should be done towards a good person.
Allah Sain, the Merciful Master, has given them
the best, immeasurable reward for it and will
continue to do so, Insha'Allah – that is our
prayer.
Ama Saphiyan, although she was
Ama’s co-wife, was herself distressed, a poor
soul. She did bear a son [Ehsan], indeed, but
longed even for a sweet word from her husband or
son’s mouth. Although Dada had taken her in
marriage from his sister with great longing for
his son, but everyone’s destiny is their own.
Happiness was not written, so it wasn't
received. Truly, "Sassui and sorrows went
hand-in-hand." She became old. Ama was
anyway devoted to service and very
compassionate. In the end, she suffered a
stroke, in which her left side was paralyzed.
Seven years passed in great helplessness. She
had no daughter; her daughter-in-law was anyway
not available to her. My Ama, according to her
own capacity, served her in every way. She used
to give Ama great blessings. At the time of
passing, she said, "O Wasandi, may you see
happiness through Fatima! Cook khīrj [khīrṇī
- rice pudding] for me. Your daughter will have
a pair of sons." Ama immediately cooked it and
came, feeding her with her own hands. At that
time, we were all sitting there. She [Ama
Saphiyan] was very fond of Qazi Sahib and used
to pray fervently for him. Man is ultimately
mortal. On the night of Ashūra [10th
of Muharram], at seven in the evening, she
went and became dear to Allah Sain. May Allah
Sain grant her Paradise. She had indeed passed a
life of great hardship in the world. May the
Lord be pleased with her hereafter and grant her
a place in Jannat ul-Firdous. In such ways, my
Ama served every relative with heart and soul to
the extent of her human limits. Allah Sain will
surely grant her the reward, Insha'Allah.
I
remember, Adi Samani had been living in Sanghar
for quite some time, and the birth of children
continued. She had no real mother or sister.
When she gave birth, sometimes Nani Makan,
sometimes Masi Rehmat, sometimes Adi Bhanbhai
would help her – the point is, Allah doesn't
abandon anyone. When Raja [Mahmood] was full
term in her womb, she called for Ama. Ama was
anyway always present at the call of any
relative. She went absolutely happily. After a
long wait, in the tenth month, Mahmood was born
to her. In the meantime, what happened was that
Ada Muhammad Ehsan developed the illness of
hiccups. It would happen with such force and
frequency that Dr. Hamid said, "If you don't
have any alert person around; he could pass away
any moment." He told Qazi Sahib, "Summon Adi
Wasandi." That day, Ehsan’s condition seemed
very critical to us too, so we sent an urgent
telegram: "Ama come quickly, Muhammad Ehsan is
very ill." Raja was 15-20 days old. Indeed, Ada
Abdul Rehman Sahib brought her. He also stayed
for a day. Ama, upon arrival, consulted some
people regarding his treatment, and being wise
herself, what did she do was to take a thin
cloth and tie it tightly around his abdomen
above the navel. Someone among the shopkeepers
(wāṇiyen) advised boiling copper pieces
and making him drink the water. She administered
that treatment too. Ada Ehsan, who hadn't slept
for a week, fell asleep. Everyone got scared,
fearing what might have happened. Dr. Hamid came
and said, "He is sleeping soundly. Leave him as
such; the poor man needs rest. Baba, we say that
this woman [Ama] is a match for seven men! No
mother in the town of Diplo has yet borne such a
daughter." Brother, poor soul, slept the whole
day. He woke up in the evening, and Mashallah,
seemed much better. Then, in the morning, Ada
Abdul Rehman departed.
Anyway, these stories will continue. Let's
return. Ama's health gradually deteriorated. The
breathing difficulty worsened; then some urinary
trouble – well, what can be said? For the person
who is destined to depart, remedies simply don't
work. We too tried our utmost according to our
means. Roshan had become a doctor then;
treatment continued according to the nature of
her condition. One day, what happened was, two
or four days before her passing, she asked me, "Ama,
is Qazi Sahib around?" I said, "Ama, yes." She
said, "Call him." I asked, "Why?" Ama said, "Ama,
I have some work with him." I called Qazi Sahib.
He came, and Adi, meaning Shahid's Amān Waḍī,
came too. She also cared greatly for Ama and
respected her too. She would also press her legs
when needed. May Allah Sain's mercy be upon her.
Qazi Sahib came and sat down. He asked, "Mami
Sahiba, command!" She replied, "Aba, I tell you
three things, remember them: First, I have eaten
the salt of your house [lived in your house],
forgive me. Second, sit here and recite Yaseen
Sharif loudly for me, so that I may hear that
voice with my own ears. Third, you have kept my
daughter very happy. May Allah Sain's mercy be
upon you; you have not let my daughter lack
anything. And I too am thankful that my child is
comfortable, but still, my life breath is in
her. I am about to depart now, because brother
Umer has taken my life breath with him, leaving
my body in this wilderness. Aba, now I am
'living like deadwood, O friends – dying was not
in my power, now I live like deadwood, O
friends.' So, I still entrust her to you:
keep her as happy as possible, even happier. It
doesn't befit me to ask, but what can I do, my
soul cannot rest." May Allah Sain's mercy be
upon Qazi; he said, "Mami Sahiba, do not worry
at all. Phatu is dearer to me than my own life
breath. Rest assured completely. We still hope
that you will arrange and witness Shahid's
wedding." He comforted her greatly and right
there and then recited Yaseen Sharif and also
gave her blessings. She also gave blessings to
Shahid's Amān Waḍī, saying, "Adi, the
respect you have given me, or the service you
have rendered, Allah will reward you for it, and
you will smile in both worlds." Giving blessings
to everyone like this, within that week, while
talking, our Ama took leave from us and
departed.
One day she asked me, "There must be a lot of
expense on my illness; has Ghulam Muhammad [Ada
Ehsan’s son] sent any money?" I said, "Ama,
don't talk about these things. We have not met
any expense at all. Forget about the money." She
said, "Ama, may you and Qazi and these sons and
daughters of mine all be happy. Allah Sain will
always keep you happy. But Ama, if even one
rupee comes from your father's house, my soul
will find comfort that I have a share in his
house." Well, Ama, what could I do? We had
Ghulam Muhammad's family phoned that Ama wanted
to see them. Nasim, Aziz, everyone came running.
Ghulam Muhammad also came, but by then Ama had
departed. I regretted, "Brother, now what should
I do with this money! My mother cried out, wept
blood in the battle of life and left." Ama used
to say, "Ama:
What if the
crooked ones give crooked looks, may the day not
turn crooked,
What vengeance can camels and camel drivers
wreak?
Who is this lowly one
to stand against the Divine command?
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
Ama, if I had just one son, it wouldn't have
been like this. With whom can I share these
sorrows?" Well, Ama left.
I thought the
guests would stay with me forever, the beloveds,
Killing the lowly one, they departed, showing
no mercy,
Like a raid in the night, O friends, the
camel riders did, and left.
Those ready to depart, the beloveds, make
preparations to leave,
If I hold them, they
don't let themselves be held, my affectionate
beloveds.
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
Well, weeping, entrusting her back to the Lord,
Innā lillāhi wa innā ilayhi rāji'ūn
[Verily we belong to Allah, and verily to Him do
we return]. Then, my children and Qazi Sahib
didn't let me feel Ama's lack much, but the void
left by a mother – that could neither be filled
by anyone, nor can it ever be filled. She used
to tell me, "Ama, you will remember this mother
at every step." Indeed, remembering that phrase,
tears always roll from my eyes, just as they
have fallen now. I tried hard to hold them back,
but they cannot be stopped. That time passed.
May those left behind remain happy. But those
who cared for us, "The dead have reached
their destination." Now they have left their
fragrant memories with us and departed to their
real destination.
“O mother,
Baloch beloved, I remember him,
The beloved remembered, cannot be forgotten,
He couldn't be held back, didn't stay even
one night,
O mother, Baloch beloved, I remember him.
The binding of the Baloch was in the cradle,
O mother, Baloch
beloved, I remember him.”
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
Sweet Ama, now even searching, I won't find you.
Now, even if we cry out aloud, you have gone –
"Desert, they became my Malir's Jam Maru."
Who knows how happy I made you. Who knows if you
were pleased with me or not. That sorrow
constantly troubles my heart, that I did not
give my dear mother much happiness, only took
service from her, only wasted time in being
pampered. Remembering that today, the remorse
that eats away inside me – I have no remedy for
it. I can only offer this prayer: May Rab Pak,
the Master of both worlds, grant you a place in
the highest ranks of His Paradise. May you
remain happy there till Qiyamah [Day of
Judgement], such that you don't even remember
this world.
“May this prayer
be answered: May Paradise be her abode,
May her intercessor be the Master of the
Worlds [Prophet Muhammad],
May she be delivered from the trials of
Judgement Day,
May the mercy of God be
boundless upon her.”
The tasks I undertook and the prayer I used to
offer when young, the Master Sain fulfilled.
Truly, I will say with a sincere heart that
Allah Tabarak wa Ta'ala is the Hearer and
Acceptor of prayers.
Now, I have written quite a lot about myself, my
parents, and other things. If more things come
to mind, I will keep writing, Insha'Allah.
Mother’s
Day - A Tribute to Mother
How sweet
and dear is that name, for which Khuda Pak
Himself, the Self-Sufficient King, the Gracious,
the Merciful, has stated that the mother is a
great sign of His mercies. And also our guide to
truth, Muhammad Mustafa (peace be upon him), has
said that if I were to command you whom in the
world you should love truly and purely, then
love your mother, because such true, selfless,
and boundless love cannot be found anywhere
else, nor will it be. That status is granted to
the mother by her Pure Cherisher, which no human
in this world can deny. Man is, after all,
human, whom Allah Tabarak wa Ta'ala sent into
this world having given intellect,
understanding, perception, and everything. But
whichever creature has set foot in this world –
even animals, birds, crawling creatures, beasts
that came into this world – meaning, every
living entity loves its mother. That is the
great gift given by Allah Jalla Jalalahu wa
Shanahu [Glorious and Majestic is His state]
in the form of a mother, bestowed by nature.
When a child emerges from its mother's womb, we
perceive its cry as "Oon-aan, oon-aan," but it
is actually saying "Ama, Ama." Then, the
expression of that mother's affection and love
is also our eyewitness observation. That is the
true sign of her love and affection, which no
human can deny either. Indeed, that too is the
essence of the divine generosity, which is truly
worthy of praise. Subhan Allah!
Now let's
come to the main purpose: the greatness of the
mother. We have read or heard the greatest
philosophers of the world, and read their
opinions; they too have praised this great being
thus:
Without a mother, the home feels
like a grave. (Aurangzeb Alamgir)
Even the hardest
heart melts like wax with a mother's tear. (Allama
Iqbal)
The most beautiful
thing in the world is mother, and only mother.
(Muhammad Ali Jauhar)
Instead of seeking
a mother's sympathy, become sympathetic towards
her. (Altaf Hussain Hali)
If I were
separated from my mother, I would go mad.
(Aristotle)
I see no
difference between a mother and a rose. (Luqman
Hakeem)
For her child, no
matter how old he is, the best place is his
mother's heart. (Shakespeare)
Mother is God's
manifestation and God's pleasure; keeping her
happy means pleasing God. (Canatalo
France)
The sweetest and
dearest love is a mother's love. (Charles Laxson)
That is the love of a sweet mother
and the appreciation of her sleepless nights and
troubles. In my opinion, for every child,
whether small or big, its mother holds as much
importance as the opinions above suggest, or
even more, it would still be too little.
What can I
write about my sweet mother, what she was to me?
But today, with deep sorrow, I must write that
this great gift bestowed by nature is not
present with me, and she has gone far away from
me forever now, and gone there from where no one
has ever returned. Now, only this prayer
remains: May Allah Pak, the Forgiving, the
Merciful, bestow upon her His endless mercies
and forgiveness. May she reside in peace and
tranquility in the supreme gardens of Paradise,
Insha'Allah. Ama, may you be happy there, but
you have left me sorrowful. However, your
boundless affections, love, and along with them,
those countless prayers, are with me and have
truly borne fruit, as my entire progeny is so
righteous and virtuous, whose constant effort is
that Ami should not miss her parents. This is
the truth, without any exaggeration. But that
one empathetic confidante, and loving great
being has departed from me. That remorse
troubles me greatly all the time, that I could
not serve my sweet Ama or appreciate her as much
as she deserved – forget that, I couldn't do
anything at all for her. That sorrow and that
remorse eat me up inside so much that, whether I
express it to anyone else or not, I tell my
Cherisher, the Knower of the hidden and the
manifest, the Lord who knows the secrets of
hearts, may that Merciful Sain forgive me. May
He forgive those mistakes and shortcomings, and
elevate the station of my parents so high that
they don't even remember this world. Ameen.
We were
two sisters, of whom Hoor left us grieving. Then
only I remained, for whom Ama sacrificed her
life breath. When I was little, she gave me so
much fondness and love that remembering that
pampering still brings tears to my eyes. Alas!
Where can I bring those boundless, infinite, and
selfless affections from now? What closeness
that was! Forget me, she would sacrifice her
life even for my friends when they came. Until
the time she left, as they say, until the grave,
she kept doing it: "Phaturi Phaturi!" she kept
saying this until she left. Just as I was
pampered when young, the same pampering
continued after marriage. What can I tell you,
the stories of that closeness? Whatever work I
did in the house, she would be sitting there,
ready to help! I would argue, "Ama, the
neighbours will laugh at me, saying she makes
her mother work." If I washed clothes at the
khooh [well], she would be sitting there!
The same arguments from me. Poor soul, she would
plead and appease me. She would tell Qazi Sahib,
"Aba, explain to her." Qazi Sahib was a
priceless treasure for my parents; he would
explain to me, "Phatu, the jewels who work while
pleading, where will you bring them from?
Please, don't upset Mami Sahiba." Our neighbours
used to marvel, "Wow, what a mother she is! We
haven't seen such a mother." Up until Mashhood,
she nurtured all the children, a companion in
every sorrow, every joy. Ilahi, where can I
bring that love from? Today, sitting here, I
remember, when those priceless treasures have
slipped from my hand. What are these? There are
countless such examples that are beyond my
count.
I saw those, O mother, who saw the Beloved,
I cannot do justice, to
even tell their story.
–
Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai
Ama, I have countless memories of
you. Unforgettable memories. How many can I
count, the blessings and favours of my sweet Ama,
which are infinite. "I try to forget, but
cannot forget my native land, my ancestors –
Umer, I remember today the days of my
forefathers." What can I write, what can I
write?
How can I leave, O Soomra, the thoughts of
those Punhwars?
Whose roots are in my soul, struck without a
blacksmith,
The nails of love are thousands in my heart,
Beloved and Punhwar, days have passed since I
saw them.
What use was that saying,
If the Beloved did not stay?
The unfortunate ones forgot joy and buying,
Yearning, martyred the
people of Malir's Jam.
No news, no dream, nor did the camel rider
come,
The account of Hamir, I know not how it
happened.
Beloved, the benevolence, that the Friend did
while alive,
After death, in Malir,
may heavy rains fall.
-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
Now I advise my children,
young and old: value these great beings as much
as possible; however much closeness they can
show within their human capacity, it is still
too little.
While they are in the houses, interact with
them,
Ten times a day, sacrifice yourself upon
them,
If they go to Hinglaj
[pilgrimage site], you won’t find mendicant.
-Shah Abdul Latif
Bhitai
Just as
they were honoured in this world, may their
ranks be elevated before Allah Tabarak wa Ta'ala
too. There is no shortage of grace with the
Master; He can enrich His servants with His
blessings. Then, "Here too remain revered,
there too meet the Beloved." It is a clear
reality that love like a mother's and true
affection, selfless confidante, cannot be found
anywhere else in the world. No human can deny
this. She is incomparable and will remain
incomparable. This love is established until the
end of the world, and will be there on the Day
of Judgement too, because it is known from many
traditions that every child there will be called
by its mother's name. And those whose young
children departed, causing them the grief of
separation, they will not enter Paradise without
their mothers and will argue with Allah Sain
that however sinful our mother may be, grant her
a place with us in the supreme gardens of
Paradise. And that Merciful King is so Rich (Ghanī)
that He will not reject their argument. Subhan
Allah! Subhan Allah! Indeed, worthy of praise is
the Pure, Generous Lord, praised is He, who sees
the shortcomings of His servant, yet covers
them. Subhan Allah!
Great is Your power, You
are full of grace,
Do not lift Your mercy
from me, I am Yours.
One reality is also this:
all these affections or closeness, they are all
from that Pure Cherisher. Otherwise, who is the
humble human servant to love so much? For this,
a verse by Ahmed Mallah comes to mind:
The sun does not shine by itself, mother's
love is not bestowed by her alone,
It is the mercy of the One Maula; O servant,
abandon duality then,
In the heart, I hold the reins of Oneness;
the world is a vessel of forgiveness.
If awareness grew from longing, then Sassui
also longed,
She drank Punhun’s love, yet not satiated,
From that shore's
glimpse, thirst arose again.
Just a remembering daughter- a
mother,
Fatima Zohra Qazi
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