Sadaq Allah 29

Saturday, 15th Rabīʿ al-Ākhar

He (Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin RA) was ever-youthful, one whose countenance caused rain to fall from clouds, with eminent scholars unable to comprehend the extent of his depths. He was a shelter for the orphaned, a refuge for the widowed and the clouds of his fingers gave way to rains of benevolence. He is such that all women are incapable of begetting a virtuous personage like him. His resolve was as firm and sharp as an unsheathed sword and a striking spear. His virtues and accomplishments are uncountable and his divine qualities and characteristics inestimable. Indeed, he was the pride of all those who went before him and those who will come after him. He was the most honoured means for Mumineen and their greatest intercessor before Allah. He was a confluence of virtues and a spring of grace and generosity. Caravans after caravans of humans and jinns frequented him. Countless are his proofs, testimonies and evidences for the sake of safeguarding and asserting Haqq. No seeker ever returned from his exalted presence in vain and none shall ever return from it empty-handed, the presence of the one who was a resplendent lamp shining for the three regions and the entire world and whose standing was that of a head to the body.

He exerted his effort in the affairs of the faith and expended his endeavours for its enrichment and prosperity. He was most enlightening in his discourses, most munificent with his fingers, most illustrious in his lineage and most sanctified in his origins. He was scholarly, forbearing and an unerring guide. Similar to the first al-Dāʿī al-Mutlaq – the radiant Syedna Zoeb – he was well-versed in all Dawat texts and by his being, strengthened the foundation and structure of its meanings. In the very manner in which previous duʿāt mutlaqīn governed the affairs of Dawat with divine wisdom and policies, so did he.

By Allah! Exalted was his presence, encompassed by celestial felicity and good fortune, enlightened by divine virtues and characteristics, raised upon the pillars of spiritual virtues and embellished by heavenly qualities. His presence was that of a king who reigned over a kingdom of glory that other kings never possessed. Untraversable paths of guidance eased before him, ones which no one else was able to tread upon. He was a Maula for whom the gates of good fortune, which were previously closed to those who had attained the station of itlāq, opened and due to him the standards of guidance unfurled across the realms.

Indeed, the solemn Dāʿī – our beloved Maula, Syedna Abu al-Qaidjohar Mohammed Burhanuddin. May Allah prolong the life of his divine qualities and his eternal governance till the day of qiyāmah – had acquired the apparent glory that was destined for him. Undoubtedly, his acquisition of the virtues possessed by the duʿāt mutlaqīn before him was a great miracle and a magnificent marvel. By imbibing the rays of the resplendent sun of imāmat, he was transformed into pure gold and despite the passing of time he did not deviate from this pure state. He then longed for the eternal realm and the place of purity, he transcended the material world, with his days in it coming to an end.

Oh what great tragedy is this! And how harrowing is this affliction! Time has struck us with such calamity, it is well nigh that the young will age. It is a misfortune due to which mountains are close to collapse and women to miscarry. Is it ever possible that a personage like Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin – the spring of munificence – passes away and we expect a blissful life in his wake? No! Never. We used to always receive riches from his hand and quench our thirst from the flowing waters of his discourses. In his generosity we saw him as a splendid mountain and in his bestowals and magnanimity a surging ocean. O what agony! For the loss of one like him. His absence for us is that of fields which are devoid of rain. He compassionately guided us from going astray and freed those ignorant souls imprisoned in the material world. Many a time he provided refuge to those who sought shelter and rectified imperfections. He enlightened many through his sermons and solved their difficulties. Indeed the foundations of piety were weakened and how incessantly he reinforced them. O what grief! O what mourning! Upon his knowledge and wisdom, forbearance, intellect and upon the charity that he bestowed. Aah! Aah! And Aah! Our agony will continue until the moment of our deaths. Will our lives ever be joyful following his shocking demise? Never, nay, never. We will remain woeful for as long as we live, distressed by this calamity; the greatest amongst those that have been inflicted upon us.

He is the Maula who was and shall forever remain the provider of blessings and the bestower of life and good fortune. O how great is the mawāʾid that has the honour of his name: Mohammed Burhanuddin and is sanctified by the scent of his heavenly grace. How magnificent was his endeavour in ensuring the purification of the souls of Mumineen, the cleaning of their societies and the purification of their environments. How prudent was his effort in planting trees in order to increase rainfall. Thus, his munificence encompasses the entire world, blessed are those who from him seek and accept. Countless times he vividly portrayed through his elucidation, the martyrdom of each of the martyrs of Karbala; the eternally virtuous. By Allah! How mournful was his expression in the remembrance of Maulana Ali Asghar, the beloved son of Imam Husain, the exalted and the one of lofty station:

‘O how I grieve upon Ali Asghar,

an infant, of an exalted station,

Jupiter in the hands of the Sun,

he passed away for the day of Judgement.

I will continue to weep upon you, my Maula Husain!

My tafādī (sacrifice) for you is eternal, my Maula Husain!

My Maula! My Maula Husain!’

‘The wretched foe struck,

with an arrow upon his infallible child,

piercing his throat,

from which gushed sacred blood.

I will continue to weep upon you, my Maula Husain!

My tafādī (sacrifice) for you is eternal, my Maula Husain!

My Maula! My Maula Husain!

O What patience! Imam Husain showed,

preparing with the scabbard of his sword,

a small grave and burying in it,

Ali Asghar, his beloved son, the exalted, the noble.

I will continue to weep upon you, my Maula Husain!

My tafādī (sacrifice) for you is eternal, my Maula Husain!

My Maula! My Maula Husain!

May Allah exalt his sacredness and sustain us with His intercessory blessings and comfort.