A true autobiography of a man who has been under the supervision of pious genies from birth till now; his days & nights are spent with genies. His autobiography is being published episode-wise on reader’s insistence BUT a lot of courage & patience is required
To understand the truth of this mysterious world
How come you came to our world?
One day I don’t know what happened to me I took the lamp & and went to the same grave where I had done the chilla(spiritual exercise) of Surah Muzammil. I recited the particular words, then the following verse 7 of Surah Muzammiland blew:
The grave opened like a gate & inside it I saw stairs going down& I climbed down. This time I knew my destination & I went straight towards that gate& I heard that same familiar voice, and my name was called out.The gate opened automatically however I was still dint see the opener of the gate. I keep going inside, amazed. From a distance I could see a lot of midget genies holding bouquets. Their leader was holding a huge flower this time instead of an oil lamp. They were approaching me and each genies face was lit up with pleasure & every genies heart was full of emotions of love for me. They said to me that wow! Our luck! How come you have come in our world?We were waiting for you from such a long time; you have returned after so long. I replied well actually one thing has compelled me to return. I stayed for hours that day with you but when I returned back to the surface of the world the time had stopped & it was again the same like I left it there.
This is the secret of Allah; Allah is all-Knowing:
They all smiled & said your world is entrapped by time, era and boundariesbut ours is not. Allah has not kept us bound; we are unfamiliar with this hindrance and we aren’t worried about it. They said our planet is different; our moon, our horizon isdifferent and the appearance in which you seeus is not actually ours and you can’t recognize that. We have taken up this appearance just to show you. Our language is different. We are talking to you in urdu but it is not our language. They further told me even if you would have stayed with us for a year still the time would have been the same where you left it on earth. I asked but why is it so. They said we don’t know all;what weknow is that when a human being comes to this world the time stops & remains so till his return. Not even a minute passes and continues form the same minute upon his return.
We are strange creatures:
I was surprised to hear their conversation but I said but I am not completely satisfied. Tell me some other solution for it. They said then you should ask sahabi baba; what he knows even we don’t. I asked them what you eat.They said not what you eat. Our living style, culture totally differs from yours. We are those creatures who don’t disobey ALLAH. Our God is also ALLAH & our prophet is also your Prophet………………….We spend our day & night differently, even if we will explain you will not understand. We are strange creatures; we are not alone here.A lot of other creatures are also living here whose knowledge only resides with Allah. Even we have no knowledge of many other creatures.
I felt embarrassed in front of the genies:
I said which is your moon? Certainly not which is your sand same is with the sun, he replied. God doesn’t have a single moon; he has unlimited. God is very powerful and has many suns. There is no limit to his powers & strengths. He is invincible in his powers, which neither we know but only HE is ALLAH with all his might & power. That thing had so much confidence in his style of talking that I shrugged for a second & also felt embarrassed that even though I am supreme human being and even I don’t have so much faith in Allah Almighty & this creature is of another world yet he does.
Though I didn’t get complete answers to my question but I got some awareness to some extent. I thought to myself that’s why ALLAH’s knowledge is complete &man’s knowledge is not. What God has if it would come to a simple human being then HE wouldn’t be God, now would he. God’s knowledge is invincible HIS knowledge is complete. What he knows we certainly don’t. These thoughts satisfied me and I returned from there
Meeting of widow with her husband:
I picked up my oil lamp which I had placed on the stairs. When I came out of the grave I saw a widow & a young boy who may be was her son was weeping near a grave. I came near & asked them why you people are weeping? The women replied this is the grave of my diseased husband and this is my son. We were living together for last forty six and a half year. Few days back my husband died. We lost touch, now I am weeping for him. Now we can only meet on the day of Qayammah. Now there is just separation and what else.
I asked them do you want to talk to your husband. She started to stare at me with surprise and asked how that can be and asked is it possible I said yes. She said if this happens I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I asked her husband’s name thrice & blew on the lamp after reciting the verse and suddenly there was a voice which started to come for the grave and it said salam to us. The widow screamed and said yes this is the voice of my late husband. She started to cry & moan that why don’t you come in front of us. He replied I have left this world. She said Alas you have left us alone. On this the husband said loneliness is the fate of every person, soon you will also come, I am waiting for you here. The women asked can’t you show us your face.
Sila-e-Rehmi saved me: (Keeping good relations with relatives)
The widow asked what thing helped you in the grave. Soul replied a lot of my brothers and sisters were angry with me due to some mistakes or misunderstandings. Yet I looked after them and kept on serving them. I used to forgive their angriness. I also used to help them financially.
I used to ask them even in their illness. Kept on looking after them and used to forgive all their misdeeds. I kept doing it until I died. During this time when I died ALLAH forgave me as a reward for those good deeds, financial help and for bearing relatives misdeeds. Now two angles sit beside my pillow; they amuse me, adore me & give courage to my heart. I don’t even recall my house now and I hate that world.But yes there is a last wish in my heart. I wish I had looked after my poor relatives, comforted them, helped others financially and looked after my neighbors. I should have taken care of people with miseries & glum in their life. Only this was not done by me and only if these deeds which I lacked would have been with me then my status would have been even more in this here after .
My advice to you:
People with ranks higher than me are also here. I am below than many people here but I was granted due to those deeds of mine. I advise you to take care and do not get upset with your relatives on little mishaps. If they have got upset, then be inferior and keep making them happy. Keep showing affection and love to them. I haven’t seen any other deed paying off this much in the life after death as much as sila-e-rehmi does.
People cannot understand this reality:
How should I explain the circumstances of graves? Graves reveal a lot of truths and if these truths are shared then the listener’s would either take them as false telling or mere stories. Few days back, I went to a grave & did some meditation& few amaalsofSahabibabas.Some time I donot do both of this. Some time I have the lamp some time I don’t need it. I meet souls similar to the way I meet humans and I start talking with them. Sometime I am in a crowd of even if with four human beings, I start talking to the souls & those four people never find out, as talking with genies is not from tongue but from the heart and heart conveys the whole message to the spirit. People can’t understand these truths
An interesting meeting with a 367 year old dead-body:
I will narrate an incident. One day I was sitting in a graveyard of thatta known as makkli. It was such a wilderness that even if a person sat for weeks, even then no man would pass besides beasts or animals. I don’t know what came in my heart I started to talk to the person in grave. The person in grave told me such a story that shivered me. It had a lesson, an advice &fewwazaif.
Readers! I will tell you thestrange story told by the engraved person. He said I have been dead for last 367 years; my grave has vanished. I have become a part of land; my bones have finished but the system of here-after is still continuing with GOD. I was a coordinator to a wasir of a king. The kingdom was spread all over indo-pak and some part of Afghanistan was also in it. The wazir always used to stay in touch with me & contact me whenever he used to face some impossible matter and I used to tell him the solution. Days & nights passed like that and king grew old. He thought who should he make his heir to the throne, his elder son was mentally retarded and young one was just 3 years old. Day & night were passing due to this confusion, the king got more & more tense. Finally he called upon his wazir that how should he solve this matter. The wazir asked for a time period of 10 days to solve this matter. Kings habit was like that if someone didn’t turn impossible into possible, the king used to give him severe punishment & sometimes even got him killed. Now the wazir was confused as to how should he turnthis impossible into possible; one son was retarded & other was just 3 years old. Now the condition of king for becoming the next emperor most well suited which child? How should I fulfill the requirements? In this tension, the wazir sent his messenger to me one day while I was sleeping.
What If the King insults me?
When I went to the wazir he was very tense & was weeping with tears. He said I have grown old & I have spent my whole life with respect & significance but if the king insults& ridiculed me then it would be very difficult for me to live on the face of earth. It’s much better if I go under the earth & die. I kept on listening to him & comforted him that nothing is impossible in this world I will come up with an excelled solution for it
I asked for a time of 3 days. I didn’t sleep that night, whenever I used to have a problem I used to say 2 nawafil& used to repeat Surah Al-Ikhlas innumerable times i.e.in the 1strak’at, I recite surah fatiha& after that Surah Al-Ikhlas with tasmia. I used to say repeat Surah Al-Ikhlascontinuously without counting the quantity; Ikept reciting it for hours. If recite it for hours; sometimes 500, 800 or sometime even 1000. When I used to get tired I used to bow before God and then do the same 2ndrak’at. I kept on doing it. I did it one night then another & even 3rd night I did it and got so tired that I went to sleep. Then I saw a dream that there is a lot of water like a sea. There showed up a passage in the mid of sea, I climbed down. After a long while I saw a door down there. I knocked and somebody asked who is there? Since my name Is Hashaam, I said it is Hashaam. The voice again asked why you have come. I said I have to get the solution to my problem. When the door opened I saw carpets laid everywhere. Strange ways, strange world I was surprised to see guards everywhere. Guards were holding swords & spears. Everywhere there was mist ofoudh& amber. The amazing smell was spreading. On one throne was sitting the king of genies. The guard told me he is the king. I said my Salam and said that my owner is a wazir of king and very confused due this urgent & important matter. Is it possible for you to solve this matter? A graceful& thundering voice came from the king, he said …………… (To be continued)
