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Maulana Umar Farouk Palanpuri (may Allah have mercy on him)

His recollections about the sacrifices of his mother during his upbringing

As we entered early childhood, we saw our mother praying prayers, making supplications and weeping vigorously while invoking Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala’s favour. In those days our mother taught us the meaning and exegesis of Surah Kahf (The Cave) of the Glorious Quran, which still sticks to our minds. I remember her detailing the history of that wicked ruler in the Quran, Surah Al-Buruj (The Towers), who had ordered the believers to be driven into a ditch of fire.

Yet another of her ways of reforming her children:

When she brought any eatables from the market, she gave us to divide among ourselves and witnessed which one was greedy and which were good hearted, and she then educated us accordingly.

My mother wished me to attain religious education while the others favoured studies of the sciences so that good a livelihood might be ensured. My mother strongly defended her decision and said that if I obtained true knowledge of Deen, the world would be under my feet. I wondered immaturely, how could a huge world be under my feet?

My mother also familiarised us with the Deeni and pious ways by quoting examples of the previous Prophets (Peace be upon all of them):

To familiarise me with the pious and Islamic ways, she would often ask me to read out (aloud), the history of the Prophets, Moses (Musa), Joseph (Yusuf) or some other Nabi (Alaihimus Salaam).

One day, she directed me to read. I was reading to her under the light of an oil lamp, since the candles were considered too expensive. My mother said:

“When a liaison is maintained between Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala and His slave, He fulfils whatever His slave begs of Him.”

With deep love and endearment she then made the following Dua:

“My son, today I’m listening to you in this dimply lit house … may Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala facilitate masses of hundreds of thousands to throng and listen to you in the future.”

Meanwhile my Ustaad had to go to his native town in U. P. (India) and he asked my mother to send me along so that I might complete my studies. This would ensure my admission to the most trusted institution of Deeni Education in India.

My mother immediately got ready to send me. But, fifty rupees were required for the traveling and other expenses. Alas, at that time she had nothing. She was so determined to send me off with my beloved Ustaad, that she borrowed from somewhere and ensured my departure. Withi six months, I obtained the primary education that was required for admission to the next level. Alhamdulillah, I was enrolled and I started my studies.

From this point, I got so occupied with my Kitaabs (books) that I became unconcerned about my health and well-being. This neglect soon took its toll on me. I became infected with the deadly disease called Tuberculosis (TB). I also had serious soreness of the eyes. My mother immediately summoned me back to Bombay (Mumbai). When she saw in this state, she couldn’t restrain her emotions and began crying.

The doctors were consulted. They not only confirmed the diagnoses of the disease, they also established that the deadly disease had already reached the third stage and the survival chances were bleak. Although they prescribed some medicines, they did, however, maintain that the case was hopeless.

I, however, made another resolution. I told my mother that if after all I was to die, then why should it not be in the path of Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala? This made her weep more. Under the circumstances, I continued my Ta’leem (education) in Bombay and also spent four months with the Tablighi Jama’at.

Whilst all this was happening, I got married and Allah Ta’ala blessed us with children. My mother had resumed her habit of sitting with me and listen to me recite from the Glorious Quran. Whenever jahannam (hell) was mentioned, she would cry profusely. But, whenever Jannat (Paradise) was mentioned, it would please her immensely. Sometimes, whilst I recited, I would omit mentioning jahannam. This scheme didn’t work, as she immediately picked it up and reminded me to read as it appeared in the Noble Quran.

The final year of my studies was very distressing. My mother was now sightless, her teeth had fallen off, and her legs became too weak to support her. Despite all these personal trials and tests, she still sent me fifteen hundred miles away in order to complete my studies.

Soon after my arrival at the madrasah, her condition deteriorated. I was unaware of this. All our relatives were quite overwhelmed by her severe illness. Most of them, including my sisters, began to gather at home. They all sincerely wanted to telegraph the message to me, but she prohibited them and said:

“If I die and when Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala asks me … ‘What you have brought?’

I shall say, ‘My Rabba, I am empty handed, but have left behind my son in Your path.’

Insha Allah, my son shall serve as the cause for my maghfirat (pardon).”

Thereafter, a state of drowsiness prevailed upon her. My sisters and others, as I was told later, washed her and changed her clothes. When she was laid on the bed she remarked that sweet and fragrant smells were wafting over her nose. How was this possible? … her nasal passages were congested and were not functioning.

She then mentioned:

“As Salaamu alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakaatuhu” (May Allah bless you with peace and security and bestow upon you His bounty and special favour), let out a loud laughter and fell unconscious.

When she was regained consciousness, the women around her, asked her why she had laughed and who was she greeting? She replied that she saw her son (it was I) coming between two angels, so she greeted the angels and expressed her pleasure on seeing her son.

Just imagine! She had lost her eyesight … at this stage of her life she was blind … as mentioned above and could not see the people sitting around her. Yet she could see her son, at a distance not less than fifteen hundred miles away. Later she passed on and I was informed but I could not come as half of the course was yet to be completed. I prayed that her soul might rest in eternal peace and went home only after the course was duly completed.

Her prayers, her upbringing of her children, her efforts, her sacrifices and her expectations were certainly realised. That her honourable son, Hadhrat Maulana Umar Palanpuri (Rahmatullahi Alaihim) would be one day draw hundreds of thousands to his bayanaat, was also realised. Hadhrat Moulana conducted many, many programmes and most definitely hundreds of thousands benefitted.

The sacrifices of Hadhrat Moulana’s dear mother were such that it gave to the Muslim world one of its greatest scholars. Hadhrat Moulana was popularly known as the Mutakallim (the speaker) of the effort of Tabligh. Maulana Umar Farouk Palanpuri (may Allah have mercy on him) did not only presented lectures (bayanaat) to the masses, Hadhrat Moulana even stood before gatherings of the crème de la crème of scholars of the Hijaaz and in other parts of the Arab world.

Source : Leading Ladies Who Made a Difference in the Lives of Others by Maulana Mufti Abdul Qadir

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