Loyal. That is what he was. Once Syedna asked me that if he was out of town at the time of my nikaah what would I do. I replied adamantly that then there would be no nikaah. Now it so happened that Moulana was in Dhanera when the date - 19 Jamadil-ula - of my nikaah was fixed. I sent him a telegram.

The next morning, Moulana returned to Bombay and presided over my nikaah. He told me, “Dhanera ma ghanu kaam hatu aney moomein ghana roya jaare mein aayo, pun mein fakad taara vaaste aayo chhu.” Mindreader. That is what he was. Bunayyat ni ziaafat hati Saifee Mahal ma and I was on the staircase adjoining the garden.

When Syedna saw me he gave me a million dollar smile. That is when a thought passed my mind: how nice it would be if Moulana extended me his hand for salaam. At that very instant, he stopped, turned and extended his hand. Just for me from among hundreds of people. On another instance, following my nikaah, Moulana performed qadam in my room. A thought flashed through my mind that something was amiss; Moulana had not given me a present befitting the occasion. Just then Moulana asked us – husband and wife - to be present at Saifee Mahal the next day. And there Syedna gave me a white embroidered sari and my husband a sherwani piece with an alarm clock. 

Bahen Shirin Vahanwala, Bombay