Sahbzadi Mardiya Sultana Faizpuri
The lose of loved one is always a tough experience one goes through. Someone gone young yet leaving a vast legacy of courage, generosity and most of all love Of Prophet Muhammad PBUH. Death is the most bitter reality in life. No matter how beloved is the person, no matter tears are shed or how much you yearn to have the person back in life. As a faithful believer, we believe Muslims are in a better place once they’re gone from this world. My companion of the first journey for Umrah, the person who always held my hand whilst our expedition of exploring country – Hazrat Sahibzada Pir Muhammad Atique Ur Rehman Faizpuri R.A. Born in the house where Islam had been the top priority. Had amiable affection of family members and everyone who ever interacted with little Haji Sahib. I always picture their Hajj journey as the milestone! Hazrat Hafiz Muhammad Ali R.A (Grandfather), Hazrat Hafiz Pir Muhammad Fazil R.A (father) and Qiblah Mayi Sahiba (mother). Three of these personalities probably prayed for their little blessing’s blissed future as -Ashiq E Rasool. Very thoughtful for asking something that’s the key of success for both lives. I remember when in ailment forbidden by physicians to avoid public speeches uncle continue the main cause of his life. Standing firm upon our belief of Khama E Nabouwat. I reckon not many people were even aware of this topic’s sensitivity. The brave soldier of Islam given us a brief insight. It is promised by Allah SAW that if one wholeheartedly submits himself to Allah SAW, his name would inevitably gleams forever. Thus, we’ve evidently witnessed after 5 years of demise Pir Muhammad Atique Ur Rahman beats in every heart. What would be asked more then if one is remembered the times of Milaad sharif, people’s family occasions, common gatherings etc. As Moulana Jalal Ud Din Rumi R.A states “When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.” The bright face like full moon, the mesmerising voice, muslin headgear, mist of Jaguar perfume all is missed. The phone calls where I’d address “Bismillah, Mamu ji” and from the other end it was always a pleased voice in any circumstances. However, on 18th March 2018, I kept on calling and for the first time there was no answer. Probably, uncle was with my Grandfather. This is how I console myself. We’re proud to tell all the stories of uncle to our next generation. For instance, my son every morning stands near uncle’s picture and would ask “Come, Abu G, come”. May my uncle gets all what he desired in the next life, Ameen!
