Miracle at the Rauza of Rasool Allah Saww

© 2019 Sayed Athar Husain Naqvi. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/24/2019

ISBN: 978-1-7283-8823-6 (sc)

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Contents

Introduction

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Acknowledgment

About the Author

The Aehlebaait

1 People of Kaaba

2 The Season of Grief

3 Ali the Maula

4 Ali the Maula Part II

5 The Authenticity of Quran

6 The Year of the General Grief

7 The Awaited Imam

8 Imam Mehdi’s Short Appearance

9 Fatimah the Piece of the Prophet

10 The Year of the Elephant

11 Salutations of a Prophet

12 The Imamat

13 Al – Mukhtar

14 Way of Doa of God Preference

15 Last Word

Bism-e Subhanahoo

With the name of the Glorified God

This book is to celebrate the memory of my dear parents and the parents of their parents, and is

dedicated to my good family and friends

Introduction

The book ‘Miracle at the Rauza of Rasool Allah SAWW’ has its central objective to state of the supernatural happening at the Rauza-ay Rasool Allah SAWW. It is not a routine matter one sees in the world what I saw dressed in the attire of an ordinary Muslim, it was a very revelatory, spiritual and a supernatural event what I saw. And it was because I had asked the leading question who managed the affair of the Rauza and the question was with deep love and respect for the Prophet SAWW and his progenies and I was called to see the spectre. It is but the routine duty of the Angels to present them at the Rauza-ay Rasool Allah SAWW. It is evident from what I was allowed to witness. I had asked who is the real caretaker there, I was brought there to see it and that spectacle cast on the screen of my mind I have produced in writing for the reader to absorb of it. The Islamic world must feel rejuvenated to find that the attendants at the Rauza-ay Rasool SAWW are Angels. And for the rest of the world it must be refreshing and assuring to know of the status of the Sayyadul Bashar – the superior most personality the world was endowed with and each human is in form like of the Prophet and if not wholly reach to the binds of the glories of that virtue that is him SAWW, but can have the pleasure of knowing he can aspire for and work towards it.

The faith of the Muslims in their high Prophet will increase many folds after the realities of the Angels’ entry in the Rauza is known and it engulfs their mind. The book is endowed with the marvels of the House of the Rasool Allah. The faith coherent of Islam and of other faith will certainly take pride in God and His Mahboob (the beloved) in this world and for the unique understanding of the other world revealed herein the book through the grace of the Prophet of God, who is being saluted day and night by the Angels. And the world to purify itself of its burden of afflictions to non-conformity with God must get to know deeply of the high high being in the Prophet SAWW. Now the faith coherent of Islam with their love for the Prophet SAWW, must wholly take up his uttering about his Aehlebaait:

O Prophet tell that I want no return, no wages from you (the Ummat) except love and respect for my progenies… - Aayet Moaddat: 42:23: ‘…Qulla Assalakum Alaihay Ajran Illa Moaddata Fil Qurba …’

This book therefore eulogises the Prophet of God Hazrat Mohammad Mustafa SAWW and his pious progenies the Imams of the House of the Prophet SAWW– whose quality in practical and theoretical life is piety, and guidance to the mankind in spiritual ascendancies. The praise of the Aehlebaait cannot be described in writing, there is so much in existence associated with them that the frontiers of the book will be pushed to the infinite – farther and farther in this pursuit of unveiling it, and the knowledge will expire, but the Wasf (the qualities) will not be covered. Only the inner eye, love and respect is the portal that will reach out to see their glory. But the world if seen from the cosmos is a place of tragedy, prejudice and upheavals and history is wrought with catastrophe in this world, trying hiding the Wasf of the progenies of the Prophet SAWW. And they clad in rivalry, boast and brag and miserliness in decency are not a becoming of a generous man.

The book ‘Miracle at the Rauza of Rasool Allah SAWW’ is written for paying homage to the Aehlebaait. The book looks into the events that led to the martyrdom of the last of the Aehlebaait of the Kissa – Imam Husain A.S. It is filled with select events occurring in the Islamic history, collected from various Majalis in Pakistan and England to familiarise the reader with reality what has been allowed reach us, undeformed. The book aspires to narrate factuality in building up the human character such that he is all mercy and all truth, carrying God quality and of the Prophet SAWW and his Aehlebaait.

The book seeks the pleasure of God. It bases its foundation on the recognition of the Wilayet of the Ameerul Momineen Hazrat Ali Ibn Abi Talib A.S. There is no man save the Prophet SAWW higher than him, whose function was to establish the rule of law. The right of the administration of the world was reserved for Hazrat Ali Ibn Abi Talib A.S. the lord of the faithful, for his oneness in piety, prayer, knowledge, courage and his demonstrations in justice. The book particularises the theme of justice and seeks to invigorate Moaddat, the deep, deep love for the Aehlebaait - the progenies of the Messenger of God Hazrat Mohammad Mustafa SAWW. For a long, long time, I was restless to tell of the miracle to the world and particularly to the Muslim world and today I have collected that wealth that is rare. Today man will hear it. I have tried with my full might to bring out the scenic beauty at the Rauza-ay Rasool Allah SAWW that I saw and I am immensely thankful to Allah Rabbay Zul Jalal for putting love for the Prophet SAWW and his progenies in my heart to the level the narration demanded. The Hadees of the Messenger of God is:

Asaas-e Islam Hubbi, Wa Hubbay Aehlebaait.

The founding of Islam is love for me and love for my progenies.

Ashshahdu Un Laelaha Illalahhu

Ashshahdu Unna Mohammadan Rasool Allahe

Ashshahdu Unna Alyun Wali Allahe

Musalmaan Ko Dey Aehlebaait Ko Jo Toonay Diya Allah

Musalmanan-e Dunya Peh Jo Nargha-ay Dushmun Mein Haain Rahem Kar

Burma, Kashmir, Filisteen, Yemen, Syria, Iran Mein Inn Peh Rahem Kar

I bear witness there is no god except God

I bear witness that Mohammad is the messenger of Allah

I bear witness that Ali is the beloved friend of Allah

Give to the Muslim What Thy gave to the people of the House of the Prophet Allah

On the Muslims of the world who are in the besieging of the enemy Thy be merciful

In Burma, Kashmir, Palestine, Yemen, Syria, Iran on them be merciful

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Alhamdo lillah-e Rabbul Aalemeen Wassalato Wassalam Ala Khatemun Nabe-een Mohammad 54860.png Wa Aehlebaaitehit Tahereen.

All praise is to the Sustainer of the worlds and greetings and salutations on the last of the Prophets Mohammad and his pious progenies.

I was in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia from the years 1982 to 1989, as a consultant engineer in various places in the Kingdom. In these times I was fortunate enough to have made many Ziarats – paying homage to the holy sites and mine and my parents’ respects at the Rauza-e Mubarak – the holy shrine of the Prophet of God Hazrat Mohammad Mustafa Sallalaho Ae-laihay Wa Aale-hee Wa Sallam – SAWW. I also did one Hajj and performed many Umra.

In those years when I went to perform Umra or went for prayers to the Masjidul Haram – the Holy Kaaba the slippers were left outside at the entrances of the doors of the Holy Mosque and often when returning from the holy mosque, the pairs were found swept apart and these had to be searched. Sometimes, the slippers were not found altogether. There would be many other slippers lying there unclaimed, but I did not take another slipper and said to myself it was not proper to take anyone else’s pair. In those days many shops stood on the road side, side by side squeezing into each other across the road on the pavement in front of the Holy Kaaba. And these were full of merchandise required by the pilgrims. On one occasion when I could not find my slippers and it became eventful, I went bare foot to the shops to buy a pair, across the road, my feet were burning on the sun heated road on the very hot day when the sun was blazing. And the thought lingered in the mind to take greater precaution of the slippers.

One of the Ziarats I did was in the year 1984. I was told that it was only proper to enter in the house of the Prophet of God for Ziarat after taking permission at the door of the Rauza-e-Mubarak, and the door at which the permission was sought was Bab-e Jibrael¹ – the door of Angel Gabriel A.S. It was the door of the house of Bibi Fatimah Zehra SUA before her marriage in the 2nd Hijri, where Angel Jibrael will stand and send salutation: ‘Assalam Alaika Ya Aehlebaait-e Nabooa wa Maa dan-e Resalat’, (salutations on you o people of the house of the Nabi and on the spring fountain of the Messengership) seeking permission to enter the house to deliver God’s message to the Messenger of God and there Jibrael A.S. stayed waiting till he received permission from the Aehlebaait (Bibi Fatimah) and only then did he enter in the house to convey to the Prophet SAWW the message he had brought.

I proceeded towards the Bab-e Jibrael for Ziarat, but this time when I was going towards the Bab-e Jibrael, there was a tent wall standing in the court yard of the Masjid-e Nabvi and everyone had to pass through the corridor made by the tent walls to go to the other side of the mosque to the Bab-e Jibrael. King Fahad Aal-e Saud had sat on the throne of Saudi Arabia and he had taken up massive extension works of the Masjid-e Nabvi and there were excavations all over the site of the mosque.

When I was passing through the passage way in between the tent walls, I saw a young man standing in the passage way and he was calling to his friends who had gone past him, not in sight. He was saying, Dekho yahan Harem ki mitti haai – look, here is earth of the holy mosque. His colleagues, who had already gone past the place, perhaps did not hear him, but I had heard him what he was saying! I was behind the young man where the earth stood exposed. He picked up one lump of the earth nearest to him at the foot of the tent wall and walked away with it.

I said to myself, it was a wonderful idea to take a piece of earth of the courtyard of the Masjid-e Nabvi where so many Momineen – the men of deep faith, had prostrated on that soil. I said the Prophets and the Angels must have prayed and prostrated there when they came to Madina-e Munauwara to visit the Rauza-e Mubarak and among the living were Hazrat Khizr, Hazrat Ilyas, Hazrat Al-yaasaa, Hazrat Eesa, and our Imam of the present time, Imam Mehdi A.S and all of them alive and living with their assigned functions. And I said to myself, it must be a very, very pious earth where one Namaz performed was equivalent to 1000 Namaz.

I however disapproved of the young man taking the lump of the earth without first taking permission from someone of authority and I decided that after I had done the Ziarat, when I was returning, I would seek permission from someone and then take that earth with me. I said to myself, This is a very, very pious earth and I will take a piece of this earth with all the beneficences it carries to the part of the land of my ancestors I lived in.

I had my maternal grandmother buried in the graveyard of the Jannat al-Baqee on way to Baluchistan from Karachi, and she was a very pious dear grandmother and very dear to me. She had come to see us from the other part of the land of our ancestors and it was the Providence’s will that she relinquished her soul and found her grave there. And I said, I will take some of that earth and sprinkle it on her grave. And I said, this earth is very pious and there is no earth like that and it carries the beneficence of health and I will give it to the people to heal them of their ailments, and I had seen vast ploughed fields in the countryside and I said, I shall sprinkle some of that earth in those fields and there will be blessings and boon and good luck., and I said, there will be an industry of good luck and blessings and miracles will happen and miracles will be a common thing."

Buoyant with my new-found ideas and happy for the Ziarat I was going to make of the Prophet of God I was leaping in the air. I reached to the Bab-e Jibrael to enter the house of the Rasool Allah SAWW. The house the Prophet was reposed in and the Prophet lived and heard and saw. I said words of self-sublimations and of credence and words of supplications and steadiness in order as arranged by the learned- proficient and the literalists of the Arabic, adhering to the exclusiveness of the beauty of the language, endeavouring draw words to lift the soul through their composition, listening and of pronouncing of the Martaba – the station and the standing of the Prophet of God with salutatory felicitous respects ingrained in expression reaching out to the Prophet SAWW from the door. These were the exclusive firsts of the Ziarat versed in the beauty of the Arabic language. And in the process, I exalting myself endowing myself with its properties, with every line of it engrossing my being into elation.

I kissed the door of the Rauza-e Rasool like I kissed the Juzdan - the cloth covering and shielding the Quran, and I entered the Rauza-e Rasool. And the first thing I learnt there was of the mannerism. I had to go there with a beard grown on my face to make it presentable to the Prophet of God, with ablutions performed to purify me, with Niyat – the intention of the closeness of God, with subordination of random thoughts and with prayer on my lips and salutations in my every breath. I ordered myself to take a place in front of the Rauza-e Rasool to stand with humbleness to lift my soul. It was a place of extreme heights - a place to show extremes of respect and God reminded men!

The inscription on top of the forehead of the high door of the shrine read the Aayet 40 of Surah Al Ahzab:

Mohammad is not father of any from among you men, but Messenger of God, and stamp (the last) of the Nabi-een – the Prophets.

This word of God sent men to sublimate their thoughts and heeded men to alertness and they humbled them, and it generated awe in them to see of the station of the Prophet of God SAWW and hastened them to subordination. After I had done the Ziarat of the Prophet of God, and had offered my prayers to my heart’s content in the nearness of the Rauza and in different places in the mosque, I came out of the Rauza-e Rasool SAWW, after submitting my salutation and my parent’s salutations and of those who had asked its submission to the Prophet SAWW and after making my last salutations to the Prophet of God and to his pious Aal – the descendants of the Prophet and with prayer to the Prophet of God to call me again, I left the Rauza for the Jannat al-Baqee to shed my tears at the graves of Fatmatuz Zehra SUA and the four infallible Imams resting there in God’s protection to shed my tears there.

The holy Fatimah Zehra SUA’s grave in the Jannat al-Baqee is only a few steps away from the shrine of the Prophet SAWW her father, and it was beyond imagination to think that the holy daughter’s grave was without even a canopy on it and that the Prophet would be happy at that wilful neglect and a deliberate inattention given to his only daughter for whom the Prophet showed such great respect in his life that he would stand up if Bibi Fatimah Zehra was coming to him and he SAWW would not sit until he had seated her. Fatimah Zehra SUA, for her virtue was known as Umme Abiha – mother of her father and the Prophet SAWW introduced her as leader and Mistress of all the women, the entire women of the world, disregarding their colour and creed. And the Saudi King had no inhibition in removing the roof from the grave of Fatimah Zehra SUA and the tomb stones of her Imam sons and put restrictions on the pilgrims visiting the graves. And wanted them reciting Ziarat other than they read, a different Ziarat, one approved by them. And what travesty of La Aekraha Fiddeen they are making; the Mutauwa(s) even snatch the booklets of prayers from the hands of the Zaereen and show their ignorance and a cultural abyss. But most sad was the imperious and the contradictory mental approach of the rulers of the kingdom of Saudi Arabia not to assign respect to Fatimah Zehra SUA and remove the roof from her grave.

After I had paid homage to all the venerable Masoomeen – the infallible A.S (s) and recited the words of Ziarat at the Jannatul al-Baqee of the holy Imams and of Bibi Fatimah Zehra SUA, I recited Sura Fateha – the first Surah of the Quran for the rest of the distinguished resting there in the graveyard and then started my journey back to my hotel, taking the same route I had come by. And my eyes searched for the lump of the earth I had earmarked to pick up from the court yard of the mosque if it was there, it was very much there.

And now, I had only to ask someone to give me permission to take that piece of holy earth with me and take it in my possession. It was a lump of the earth of the size of a small football and I was sure some Mutauwa, only if I could find one would certainly permit me to take it with me. I therefore looked for a Mutauwa, but found none and every time I found a Shurtah - a policeman sitting at different doors, and I said he was not someone of the right department and of right authority to give me permission and for me valid to take permission from him to take that piece of earth! And at last having found no man vested with authority to take permission from, I picked up that lump of earth which I had earmarked and which looked so pure.

It was of light khaki colour, and it smelled so good, and now I had the possession of that precious piece of earth. And I thought no one would have thought of those elaborate plans I had made for that pious piece of earth, and I was so happy that I had something that was unique, and I thought no one would have thought of and made out those elaborate plans I had spread out in front of me to use that earth for and I felt very happy with myself. I carried that in the cup of my hand, and my hotel was not far from there in the Sooq - the market place with shops on either side on the narrow long street with cross lanes, side residences and small hotels briskly busy there. The small restaurants – hotels as they were called, offered so many varieties of homemade like dishes, hot, fresh and so good and the serving was plentiful. And everything in Madina spoke of honesty and competence. And it lavished it with side lane hotels, which hosted the paying guests.

Madina Munauwara with its small shops filled with commodities, packed to capacity, with its neat clay houses and lanes and its quiet serenity, presented the picture of a provincial town with peace ruling there. But there was more to Madina-e Munauwara than the eyes caught sight of; there was an overwhelming purity bearing on the sense of the visitor that engulfed him, when he was moving through the streets of Madina and everything moved at the pace of composure and purity.² And Madina was the city and the centre of the first charter of coexistence between the races, the Jews, Aws and the Khazraj tribes and that foundation was laid by the Rahmatulil Aalemeen – mercy to the worlds, Prophet of God Hazrat Mohammad Mustafa SAWW and what a Rahmat (blessing) this Prophet of God has been to the world.

Madina the Yasrab had started its life at the time of King Prophet Hazrat Suleiman A.S., nearly 3000 years ago. The high Prophet was flying with his throne on the sheet of the wind, it carrying his court and compliment and the serving men, that he came to the site of Madina. The fragrance of the soil reached to him and the land of the Masjid-e Nabvi was below prophesising its importance before him. He asked the wind to land his throne there. The Prophet got down from his throne in Madina and offered two Rakat(s) of Namaz at the place going to be Masjid-e Nabvi, and told the compliment of the Momeneen making his entourage, what that place was.

The love for the place surged in the hearts of the Israeli Ummah and palpitated the heart strongly and some of them begged for his permission to stay there and settle there. The Prophet consented to their request and the life and the journey of Madina started on the note of love and respect. And it enjoyed purity and Madina-e Munauwara in less than 1600 years became political centre and after the year 632 AD it was bustling with the Zaereen. And no Hajji felt filled and satisfied until he had done the Ziarat of the Rasool-e Khuda SAWW at his Rauza.

The hotel I was staying in was quite close to the and the restaurants served hot and homelike dishes, hot and tasty and plenty and I was given a large room to sleep in. The stairs led to my room on the first floor and the windows in the room looked out into the street below and comfortable mattresses were laid on the floor of the room for guests to sleep on, in rows. And I was the only guest in the room. And it was all fine and I longed to stay there for days, but I had only one day to stay there. And after a long day’s prayers and Ziarats - a tired man, I went to my mattress and within seconds I fell asleep. And it was such a sound sleep.

Immediately I see a solemn looking middle-aged man is coming towards me. He is lightly built; medium height and he is coming from only three yards distance and he is already there! He is wearing the Arabic dress called the Thobe, (written as ‘Sobe’), no Keffiyeh - the scarf, or Aghal, the black head string. His complexion is wheat colour and he is having a tidy short beard, he is medium height and solemn faced man, a minor official - the sort of persons who say little and do everything right, and I am standing on to the right side of the hotel entrance door on the narrow street. The solemn representative comes to me and says. ‘Assalam Alaikum’ with a straight face but not without a tinge of courtesy and he looks at my shoes. I reply, and by then I also look at my shoes and find those very shoes are new and shining.

When I had started for the Ziarat, I had put on my old pair of shoes. I had two pairs of shoes and this particular pair had its upper cracked and heels and soles nearly worn out, and I had purposely worn it and left the new pair behind. The intention was to save my new pair of shoes from loss or damage. The thought was if the old pair gets lost during Ziarat when I was to leave them outside in places, I was not going to suffer any greater degree of loss. And I see now, those very shoes that were worn out are new and shining. This done the minor official says: That was not legitimate.

On that uttering of the official my eyes opened at once to full open. I sat up in a rush. It was such a vivid dream. I started thinking into the meaning of it and the more I thought, the more I was worried. I was shaking with an unknown emotion; the remarks were so concise and penetrating.

Bewildered and at a loss as to what I had done I asked myself what I have done, since the miracle of the transformation of my shoes was not an ordinary dream and there was a clear message in it. I therefore thought hard, all very humbled, and then I placed my hand at the plastic carrier bag in which I had put the lump of earth I had brought from the Masjid-e Nabvi. It was by my pillow side, and I thought this was it that I had brought without permission. And I was sure it was that.

I therefore picked up that lump of earth in the morning and all its minute pieces that might have fallen about the head space of my bedding, and searched and picked all those tiny, tiny pieces of that pious lump of earth of the Masjid-e Nabvi and took all of it back to the Masjid-e Nabvi, to the place I had picked it up from and placed it at its place, for it to join back its colleagues and reoccupy its seat in the sanctity of the Masjid-e Nabvi marked for it.

With that done, I then went to the Rauza Mubarak – the auspicious Shrine of the Prophet SAWW to offer my apologies and shed tears and seek forgiveness for taking that pious piece of earth from the premises of the Masjid-e Nabvi without permission. And to thank the Prophet SAWW for endearing me grant the renewal of my worn-out pair of shoes and what it meant! And with all that done I felt for once happy again.

The poetic treasure of the Poet of Aehlebaait - Hazrat Mirza Dabeer Aa-lal Lah Moqamahoo – May God be pleased to raise his station reveals the following couplet related with minutiae and idealised love:

Dhotay Haain Her Ek Shaai Ko Panee Say Magar

Aansoon Haain Faqat Gunah Dhoney Kay Liyay

Everything is washed clean with water, but

Only tears are for washing sin.

I shed tears at the Rauza-e Rasool and prayed for pardon from the Prophet of God once again for taking that piece of earth without permission. It gave me an insight into the administration of the Masjid-e Nabvi that there were invisible vigilantes at the Mosque of the Prophet of God and the real custodians were they and not the Mutauwa(s), whom I was looking for, for according permission to me. So, what of the shrine of the Prophet of God I asked. Who were the custodians there? To clear that question, I had another dream shortly afterwards.

I see one night that I am standing in front of the high door of the Rauza-e Mubarak – in the Holy Auspicious Shrine of the Prophet of God. I am standing with my left face towards the Rauza-e Mubarak and I can see the Rauza, its grill as well as I can see in the east direction, up to the south wall that is in the direction of Qibla - the Holy Kaaba. I am the only person there; save I see a glimpse of a person standing way behind me in his Thobe and Kufiyah and I understood as if in my attendance³. Then as I turn face I see a bright glow on the south wall of the Shrine and see instant sharp splash of bright light and streaks of rays rising from it with the Chjume sound of ‘Cjhhumnn’ and see two men have entered in the hall of the Rauza from that intense brightness on the wall⁴ and they entered at the lightning speed and brake halted, one in front one behind and the one behind still dimly bathed in the brightness of the light he is coming out from. They entered in the Rauza as if there was no wall. Their speed dropped immediately to zero speed and then instantly they are moving forward towards the Rauza in the air and it is cushioning them and they are moving to pass by the side of the Rauza wall to the rear of the Rauza, beyond Suffah?

They were remarkable men of pleasant round face, each wearing fluffy white turban, one in front and the other directly behind him, passing through the Rauza hall moving in the air at my eye level, just about eight feet away from me. Each with their faces every inch alike, with graceful trimmed beards and each wearing a camel coloured Aba – the cleric’s outer cloak. Each of a short plumpish stature, having no wings but flying slowly, hands free and legs folded, drawn close to their chests, and moving forward and each a ditto copy of the other and every inch identical and the first clone made of men if ever were in existence, it was them. And they looked neither Sunni nor Shia but graceful, jubilant Muslim Sheikhs, and they could be none other but angels coming out from the splash of light. And that the angels are Nuri - of light, they had proved, and that they are Masoom – the infallible, they must be. The angels are all the time in Tasbih (praise of God) and Tahleel (declaration of God’s unity), and they were proving by their presence and coming for the execution of their duty at the Rauza of the Prophet SAWW that they were performing Tasbih -o-Tahleel.

Dreams have no barriers, all lands are possible to be entered in. Nafs - the conscious never sleeps and has no limit of power in it and turns what it hears into see able reality. In the year 1952, sixty-seven years back, I had met in my dream Prophet Hazrat Moosa A.S. And my salute to you O’ Prophet of height.

I went flying in the standing position, very slightly inclined to the right of me two thousand miles and more in no time and see the depth of sky and the brilliance of stars and experience of the all-round silence and stand on top of a lush green tree facing to the West. It was old days Arabia and I see Prophet Hazrat Moosa A.S. is come flying from the South Westerly direction, flying standing straight. The Prophet was wearing Sobe - a straight full-length white dress I had never seen before, and the Prophet was flying as upright as the Ulil Azm – the highest in determination the Prophet is. The Prophet stops in front of me on top of that tree and extends his hand and says, I am Moosa. And I say. Ah it is Hazrat Moosa A.S. - the Prophet! And I felt a sensation of delight, and my heart gladdened, and I shook his hand - the Yaday Baaiza of the Prophet - the hand that glows.

This was extreme honour to the man, 2500 years late that he shakes hand of the Prophet, the hand that glows. And I see Hazrat Moosa A.S is carrying what looks like books bound in a white cotton cloth with one simple knot. Or was its food he was carrying?

I ask the Prophet, like a student in his elementary class. Where are you going? The Prophet replies, To that village yonder there, and I see that village drawn in front of me for my sight, with its neat mud houses - the adobes they were, with neat wide lane, visible from the height where I was standing.

And when I see the two men flying, legs drawn close to their chests, I wonder at the constraints of their flying. The Angels were folding their knees in the premises of the Prophet SAWW, this was in respect of the Nabi. They were flying slowly, and the leading Angel asks in Urdu his duplicate behind him looking at me, his face ebullient and a smile playing on his lips:

"Aur Inkay Liyay Kya" - and what for him? The Angel behind turns his face with a large Chulbuli (bustling) smile towards me and says nothing.

The time required for these enactments; the travel of the Angels at their rate of travel, their utterances, the deliberate movements of their respectable heads, my pondering time into the mode of their flying, and my looking at their faces in my own time and looking at the spectacular of the splash of light at the wall and seeing angels emerging and just before that my head turning to the back side to assimilate of the scene of the vacant Rauza and see no-one there save one person standing way behind in attendance of someone, was it me, all these were controlled actions ordered to happen. There was only a limited distance in the hall for the Angels to cover and the progress of these actions were all, compressed time events or events compressed in time and they were taking place there.

It was a parallel world - the hidden world where it was happening, where the dimension of time is prolonged and I were allowed to enter in to see the unseen? This parallel, hidden world in all likeness were akin to the world where our present Imam, Hazrat Hujjat Imam Mohammad Mehdi A.S. is living body and soul, wherein he entered in greater occultation in 330 AH - 943 AD, and he A.S. is alive and living in that world in his domain and waiting for his auspicious appearance in the world – may this be at the earliest and of ease.

The concept of time beyond the ordinary was necessary in this vision to spectacular presented, since the dream was so vivid and real, and it was not physically possible for the Rauza-e Rasool to be empty, day or night, and unless there was a parallel world operating, there was no explanation physically possible for what was happening in the Rauza-e Rasool SAWW.

All this was happening in the Rauza-e Rasool and I was seeing the unseen. I was seeing the majesty of the Prophet of God. This was showing how far his domain of power extends. The second Angel had said nothing. But this much was made clear to me; the angels maintained and inked the honours list and did other specifics at the holy shrine of the Prophet of God SAWW. And this much I understood that I was the journalist of the court of the Prophet SAWW. I was seeing the unseen. And since that revelation I was burning to tell of this to the Momeneen of the world what was happening in the Rauza-e Rasool SAWW in front of my eyes and after thirty-five years I have discharged the oneness of the responsibility I owed to the Ummat of the Prophet SAWW and to the world and I am thankful to God.

I had said to myself; wear only the old shoes, lest I lose the new pair. And my intentions, my thoughts and the concerns hidden in the folds