I was 14 when I suffered from a severe outbreak of itching leading to swelling.

 

 

The immediate response was to seek medical remedy except that in this case, the Banswara doctors had no clue on how deal with the accumulation of water in the swollen parts and the consistent swelling from the torso down to the soles of my feet.

 

 

Completely lost, my parents took me to Udaipur in the hope that some doctors would have dealt earlier with such a case and would press his knowledge to my relief. We were to be gradually disappointed; nothing worked.

 

 

It was a painful existence. There was no pain point. It was pain all over. A touch would be painful. A caress would be painful. The feel of fabric on skin would be painful. Last resort: I was reduced to the use of an odhni to cover my body. This made it difficult to sleep soundly, so when one rose weary in the morning this would trigger another dull pain. The result was that the physical pain extended to the psychological.

 

 

It was on one of these restless nights when I caught up with some sleep that I ‘saw’ a wondrous sight: Huzurala (TUS) had entered a hospital room, I had run towards that room, at the door I cried out that ‘Maula! Maney aaj lag aapni qadambosi naseeb nathi thai!’ and to which Huzurala (TUS) farmayu ke ‘Baahar je bacchu chey, ehne andar bulaao’. I entered the room. Huzurala (TUS) smiled, then said ‘Bol, su kahe chey?’ I wept. Huzurala (TUS) repeated ‘Bol, su araz kare chey?’

 

 

Even though I was aware of my lingering illness during the course of my dream, the first thing that I could instinctively entreat was ‘Maula! Mamluk chaar varas si Al Jamea tus Saifiyah ma daakhila vaaste farum bharu chu, magar mane daakhilo nathi milto!’

 

 

Maula ye nazdeek bulaavi, peeth par haath mubarak zor si maari, aney farmayu: “Khuda ummid puri kare! Inshallah, aa varas taaro daakhilo thai jaase!”

 

 

Emboldened, I continued: ‘Maula! Ghano beemar chu.’

 

 

Maula (TUS) nazdeek bulavi ne pura jism par shifaa boli. I continued to weep uninterrupted

 

 

When I awoke thereafter, I realized that I had not just been weeping during the course of the dream; I had been weeping in real as well. The pillow was drenched. Immediately, I woke my parents to tell them what had happened. They asked me to return to bed with the consolation that they would hear me out in the morning.

 

 

That morning, the doctor came on his usual round. He asked how I was. He removed the dupatta. And stopped: ‘Where has the swelling disappeared? Where has the water inside the swelling gone?’ He went one step further: he rubbed his hand across my body. No pain. He rubbed his hand on my head. No reaction.

 

 

The doctor found this curious. This boy who would scream if someone as much as touched him last morning, couldn’t be bothered any longer. What had happened? The doctor had never seen something like this. He asked: ‘Beta, ye kaise hua, tum kuch keh sakte ho? Itne din se hum pareshan the. Koi medicine tumhe asar nahi kar raha tha… achaanak sab kuch gaayab kaise ho gaya?’

 

 

I recounted. The Brahmin doctor heard my story in detail. Then pronounced: ‘Your dharm guru has cured you. You don’t need medicines anymore. Now nothing can happen to you. Go home!’

 

 

When I reached Banswara, my younger sister greeted us at the door. She handed my father a letter. It was from Al Jamea tus Saifyah containing the message: ‘Aqa Maula (TUS) ye karam aney ehsan farmaavi tamaara farzand ne Al Jamea tus Sifiyah ma daakhilo naseeb keedho chey.’

 

 

A number of readers will ask: why did this happen to me? My answer: each night I slept with a picture of Muqaddas Maula (AS) and Huzurala (TUS) as well as khaak-e-shifa with the conviction that they would inevitably come to my rescue. The yaqeen did it.

 

I concede that the science of the day has made remarkable progress in the field of medicine to explain how people may be cured gradually on the physical plane. But science will fail to explain how people can be healed immediately and completely in the subconscious as well.

 

Khuda taala hamari ummido ne puri na karnar Maula (TUS), isa masih ni shaan na bataavnar Maula (TUS) ne ek meavi milad pachi beeji meavi milad aaya kare hamara Maula (TUS) ne hamaara darmiyan ba-salamat ta-qayamat baaki, baaki ane baaki rakhe!

 

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