These are some of my recollections of how truly amazing Muqaddas Maula was:

* He could be a patient listener. He would talk for hours till midnight or 1 am about my life.

* I would at times request him to retire as would have had a long day with the prospect of another long one ahead, but he would always indicate that he was okay (choked

with emotion).

* He would never advise; he would only make mild suggestions.

* He never talked religion with me because he knew I wasn’t very religious. He would subtly suggest that I take

just one step at a time.

* He would ask me to narrate my experience after prayer.

* Our conversation would finish late at night but he would never rise and leave; he would wait until the maid had

arrived to take me home.

* Despite the vast difference in our ages, he would be the only person one could truly confide.

* If I am deeply religious today, it is singularly because of one man who deliberately did not talk religion with me.