PART 11: Yusuf kem chhey ?
Following interview of Bahen Aimen Kheyroolla, Calcutta, by Mudar Patherya:
I was standing for shifaa along the periphery of 20 mumineen in two rows while Huzurala was returning from fajr ni namaaz during his visit to Calcutta in 1988. I was standing with my hands folded while he was proceeding from the car to the elevator at the daar ul imaarat. When Huzurala passed me, he hesitated, stepped back, turned and asked, “Yusuf kem chhey?”
I began looking back as to who this Yusuf could be. Perhaps someone standing at the back. Surprisingly, there was no one. Perhaps Huzurala was speaking to me. Perhaps he must be wanting to ask about a certain Yusuf. Some long seconds later it struck me. Aqa Maula was asking me about my father …Yusuf!
Some questions: How could Huzurala remember me when I could not have enjoyed his direct attention for than 10 seconds in the space of about two decades? How could he link me to my father Yusuf? How could Huzurala compress the memory of a few decades (presumably diluted across meetings with several thousand people) in the space of two seconds?
I am still trying to figure it out.
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