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We were counting days and hours and then minutes as we came closer to the great day. Suddenly I heard the call of "Bismillah" and my eyes looked at the glimmering and noorani face of what could be called living paradise on earth.

We had been working hours long for this day and had been at Saifee Mahal since Saturday night when we reached Mumbai. Although the Gulf Air flight was very much tiring and had exhausted us but once at the Qasr Mubarak of Moula just next to his resting room was so peaceful that we forgot how tired we were. The next 30 hours or so were quite a drill for the decoration of which I was a very minute part but the needle-lady did get her name listed among those who had gathered to buy of Yusuf (AS).

I did feel sad due to some reasons that I anticipated to have but could not. Lacking was in me and there is always a next time. I just cried when I felt to and as much as I could sitting just near the door of Maula's Gurfah Mubaraka and voiced my wishes as I kept doing what I was supposed to. The tazyeen seemed to have a long way to go on Saturday night and the khidmat was more important, I reminded myslef, then asking my duas. One cannot stop the tears from rolling. Deprivity is not the word but I did gain something that I don't know. The Alms I beg are maybe too much for a begger like me and that which I was given will feed me forever.

Why do the tears roll then. I fear that if death came upon me I would have missed something and therefore I asked to have recieved the pleasure and the honours of being in the Qadam mubarak of Moula (TUS).

A sinner I am but repentence is in my blood just as it is godly to forgive. My love for my Maula (TUS) makes my tears roll down as I remember the numerous bounties that he has bestowed on me. It has been a few months since I started to think of a ziyafat and the dua listened so soon. I could not believe myself. All my lasting araz done in a few moments. Araz of Mohammed, Maria and my father. Everything was so smooth as if I were alone in the ziyafat. Maula (TUS) asked if the Kitaabs I presented were hadiyah. Moula (TUS) emphasised on the Khidmat of the IT Committee as he said "IT Committee ni khidmat numaya che". I have been blessed with so many barakaat that I could not comprehend. Shukr is the word on my lips.

A night before the ziyafat a miskeen of Maula's karam and ehsan stood in the garden of saifee mahal praying to Allah and suddenly the light of Maula's balcony lit. A few minutes later I saw Maula walking in the balcony. After a year this was the first glimpse of Maula and it was the first sign of my voice being heard.

Human's err and human's are so prone to make mistakes that it could be within the blink of an eye. A thought may come from the blues and imprision you. It is then when you are put to test. I do not know where I stand but the test was rigorous and the mark sheet, yet to come. The only thing I could say is that: Maula! Whatever be, my love for you is inborn and eternal. Hold my hands in the adverse of times and hold me in your hands when I am too tired to walk and go on in life.

The countless blessings that Maula bestows on us cannot be comprehended by a mere human mind full of worldly thoughts and is far from being known to the pen. May Allah Subhanahu bless our beloved Moula (TUS) with a long and healthy life. Ameen

Karam and ehsan are the two words that describe the grace of our beloved Maula (TUS). I was thinking about the Ziyafat from the very first day when Qusai Bs expressed his vision. It is quite a difficult thing to decide finding ourselves trapped in the materialistic world.

Finally, I made up my mind to go ahead for what I thought was somthing that I had long wished. Though I had hoped that Maula (TUS) would grace my home but then maybe this was the first step. I had been long thinking of what I would present in Maula's hazrat because as far as I can understand myself I find my self null. I have nothing to offer to a great sultan of the world whose leadership extends over the souls of the universe. I have only 2 Kitaabs that could be presented though that too seems to less. I find myself in a state of irony as I think as what to do and how to prepare. My soul shivering with the very thought of standing before the eminent maqaam.

Thoughts come forward to ask Maula (TUS) for his nemat but the lip could not sound it and put in words. How could I ask of what I am not entitled to, nor can my sight rise to such unprecedented heights. The karam of Maula has always been a blanket on my sins and errors. infact the curtain of his kindness has made me more of a sinner as has his forgiving nature.

It has always been that Maula has covered my soul by his soothing nazaraat, that has kindled my spirit and kept me going.

May Allah bless our beloved Maula with a long life and may our generations reap their unprecedented barakaat and achieve such heights by his nazaraat. Ameen

Allah Subhanahu has said in the Qur'an-e-Majid that "Allah will raise high in ranks those who have faith and those who are given Ilm." To seek knowledge has always been compulsary on the Human race since its very existence but you will get what you seek is not obligatory. It is a bounty of Allah and cannot be forcefully achieved.

Dua and the enthusiasm with which one seeks the truth does play an important role in achieving the target. The above Ayat not only shows the importance of Ilm but also reflects that amal is based on Ilm and cannot be benifited from to the optimal level till you have the knowledge needed for it. It is only Ilm that uplifts man and nothing else, Eman being the base of it.

We had sought raza for two kitaabs that are very crucial especially when it comes to the life of khidmat. One is Authored by Syednal Qadi al-Noman and the other by Syedna Hatim (RA). My intent was to provide a booster to the committee members for their most important and many khidmat, might they rise and work harder to achieve the joy of Maula's (TUS) qalb mubarak.

Getting raza for such lofty kitaabs was a bit hard as my friends and co-workers had never attended any asbaq before not even the basic kitaabs that build the foundation of our studies as we go on. I was afraid that we would not be the blessed once but the generosity of Syedna knows no limits nor has any boundaries for which our gratitude can never be enough.

There are always those who do not recognize the bounties of the lord and loose out. And there are those who receive it with much gratitude and humility these are the men who win the coin and are blesssed by Allah.

Yesterday night Janab Qusai BS handed to me the misaal for raza for the sabaqs and we started today. May Allah bless our Maula (TUS) for his azeem nemat and ehsan.

People do not trust you with the number of degrees and certificates you have rather they trust you with the level of experiance they have with you, the kind of personal aquintance or even from the feedback of the mass. Rarely people take their own decisions and mostly depend on the mass for a not so perfect of 'who' you are.

Personally I have seen my clients who trust me are people who know me persoanally rather then my company and rarely do people who do not know me personally tie-up in a deal with our company. Thats how everything works.

I am involved in many community projects locally and within wider areas but I find that even those who recommend my work from within my pears at a different level have little say over dependence on my type of work. They find it difficult to overcome the trust of their superiors that is rather built in their local charming boys though they lack far behind.

Another thing seen was that I have been a topper in Jamea in my class for years and have passed in Imteyaaz (Distinction) but that does not matter anymore. Nor does the hardwork and perspiration matter. What matters is a piece of paper which I may not have, although being having crossed the boundaries.

I have always wanted to impart what I received, as a matter of generosity from my master and not a result of my pace, but have never got the chance. To impart does not mean to show my abilities as these are gifted but is a matter of thanks giving to my master for his kind and generous deed. Wonder if my fate is so. Allah knows.

So well said by John Milton, "They also serve who stand and wait". The point of service is not in standing, instead it lies in the patience and grace of the long wait. On the other hand the wait must involve the strain of the tiring stand.

Therefore I will always continue with my humble khidmat as long as it takes or until my legs fall apart and my breath cease to be in my company.