Syed Mushtaq Hussein
Posted June 8, 2015on:
My husband was transferred to Faisalabad in 19 77. There was no residential facility for the families. So my husband arranged for me and our four minor children in a retired brigadier’s huge country house. It had uncountable rooms. The bungalow was surrounded by crops fields, fruit gardens and stable. There was a mosque and houses for the workforce and big storage for wheat and rice. We enjoyed fresh milk, veggies and seasonal fruits. Hence it was a small village. The walls of the bungalow were made of mud. Each wall was one yard thick. In the past mostly the houses of even rich were made of mud as mud walls keep the home warm in winter and cool in summer. Water channels, wells tube well, hand pumps not only added beauty to the ambiance but very useful for irrigation. The water is warm in winter and ice cold in summer when taken out from the wells or through hand pumps. I loved the simple and pure life there. Having all resources and natural beauty we also had reptiles like big snakes, lizards etc and many other wriggling insects and various kinds of species birds of and animals. I was frightened of snakes, bats and scorpions as my children were very small. So I was told that Hafiz Mushtaq Hussein Shah was a spiritual healer and very pious man. People from far and wide came to him with their health problems or snake bites and so on and so forth
Having lived in cities all through my life I was very anxious to meet him. He was born blind. So I used to see him every day adding something to new to my knowledge. Though he was blind but he walked so fast and smartly that if any one looked at him from distance, he wouldn’t believe that hafiz sahib was blind. He had very sharp memory. I tried to check his memory one day. I told him so and read out a page from a magazine. I asked him to repeat what he has retained. To my amazement he repeated each and every word as it was written in the magazine. I would have never believed if I was not witness myself. He lived all his life in that village where he had no educated company of friends or who read out books to him. Neither had he known brail system. The only television was in the whole area was at my home. I had allowed children in that area to watch Bionic Woman and other programs in the evening in my living room.
Hafiz sahib used to tell me stories of prophets their miracles and also about what is right and what is wrong. One day we were sitting under a mulberry tree. As usual he was teaching me with his wise thoughts when I heard buzzing of the honey bees. I looked up and saw bees flying out of the honey comb. I got scared of being bitten. So I told him softly to get up and leave. He didn’t pay attention or ignored to what I told him. So I again warned him of the bees and their poisonous sting. Then he smiled and very softly recited something that I couldn’t follow. Surprisingly the bees flew away without hurting us. I asked him but he just smiled.
Before coming to Karachi we went to Peshawar to see our relatives and friends. One week later when we got back. I and my husband went to see hafiz sahib. He was very kind and dearly loved us. I asked him if he missed us and he said; “Yes, I dreamt of you too” I laughed being stupid and said again; Hafiz sahib you can’t see and has never seen me, how could you dream of me?”
He said I saw you from my inner sight. He was honestly amazing so were all his family members. So were his parents, uncle and wife. They all loved us and so did we
We came to Karachi though he was not in favor of us to move to Karachi. He told my husband many times that Karachi will not suit him but as most of our relatives were in Karachi so we moved here.
Hafiz sahib was right. My husband couldn’t properly settle in Karachi and finally passed away
After 15 years when I was somewhat settled I went to Faisalabad where my sister in law was.
I didn’t inform hafiz sahib about my going there. I went with my nephew, daughter and my son to hafiz sahib’s house unannounced. Reaching there I saw him sitting on wooden bed. After greeting I asked him “Hafiz sahib tell me who am I?” without a blink of an eye said; “Who else except for my daughter Tanveer” my nephew felt electric current running in his spine. After 15 long years and blind too he didn’t take a second to recognize me. I stayed three days at his home. His wife and everyone there told me that never a day passed that he didn’t discuss you or talked about you. He was my mentor, my soul purifier and like my father. After few years again I went to Faisalabad but I had intuition that I will not see him. And when I went to his home a white tomb waited for me to pray for his soul. His wife said that he remembered me a lot. I am so honored and lucky to be loved by such a pious figure. May his soul rest in peace