Hazrat Bi Mastani Ma, Harebhare Ma,

Jhatpat Ma (Ra)

(Chittor, Andhra Pradesh; Died 17/11/2017)

This narrative is of a centurion old frail Muslim fakira, a celibate, who lived all her life in total submission to Lord, the Rub, the Cherisher and Merciful. She came to be known in Chittor Town of Andhra Pradesh as ’Mastani Ma, Harebhare Ma, Jhatpat Ma’. She is almost dark in complexion with phenomenal memory, bright sharp eyes with tremendous energy and gifted with psychical and mystical powers to read the destiny, characteristics of a person by merely keeping her fingers on the pulse. She would be wearing green apparels and for which she has come to be known as Harebhare Ma, the greened one; a recluse having sat in meditation all her life on 360 hillocks in various places and mountains of erstwhile Andra Pradesh. She has come to be known as miraculous lady for blessing poor, wretched and shattered people. She attends to all the ‘Urs’ festivals of Sufis and Saints. An ardent female devotee was so much enamored by her that she has built a stone mausoleum in the main thoroughfare of Chittoor town A.P. There are three chambers, in one she has preserved all ‘Chaders’ she has received from Sufi mausoleums of Saint Abdul Qader Jilani (ra) of Baghdad, from Khwaja Ajmere(ra) and various dargas of India. In one another chamber she has got fixed on a small mount all the pebbles collected by her from each hillocks where she has sat for meditation.

I had the good fortune to get her blessings. I accompanied my highly place friend, her devotee in a car to Chittoor. It was noon time; she was seated in a corner of the mausoleum, which was being laid with flooring. She received us with smiles with gentleness and all love. She showed us around the three rooms. The masons were chiseling the stones. She opened a Tiffin carrier and offered her devotee, my friend and me with rice, sambar, vegetables and pickles. She sat watching us eat. We asked her as to why she was not partaking with us. She gently and slowly mentioned that she has been fasting for half a century and has given up eating anything. This was quite astonishing. She has been living miraculously on her spiritual powers and strength of her soul.

My friend requested her to check my pulse and say something about me. Gently she held my hand and placed her fingers on my pulse and said that I should not partake sugar, potatoes as I suffer from ailments, which hither to I was not aware. She narrated stories of Prophet pbuh and his most closest companions of preserving secrets and maintaining virtuous conduct. She was full of love and advised me to bear the hardships of life and not to complain, raise grouse and grievances nor grudge or bear spite and forgive the wrongs done by others and remain patient. She prayed for me and advised me to recite God’s names in the manner she recommended and wished me well in life. She asked me to remember her and call out for her help when required. Sudden peace, solace and tranquility dawned on me. I was overwhelmed with her compassion, love and kindness. It moved me and I noticed after a period of time changes occurring in me. It is now 17 years that I got her blessings. I cherish her memory every moment. She was hale and healthy blessing large multitudes of devotees, who seek her blessings and help till her peacefully passing away on 17^th November 2017. Our country, an ancient land of spirituality is blessed with such elated and attained souls. Multitudes sustain their lives on the strength of faith on such attained Saints, avatars, yogis and Sufis, who bring universal peace and happiness. They bring heavenly joys and the hardship of life eases and smoothens. They blow our sails to take our ship on turbulent waters to safe shores.

We feel the presence of the Divine and the soul brightens and lightens, with hopes to cherish with never ending joys and peace.

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Notes and Diary on Sufi Masters as Narrated by Hazreth Dost Shah Warsi (1905-2000) of Barabanki and Gorakpur Near Nepal

I like to recall now in the evening of my life incidents that should inspire my pupils and instill faith in the Divine and in the eternal powers of Saints, Avatars, Sufis, Rishes and Sants. Every initiate and disciple, the mureed who yearns to seek the Baraka of the Lord the Cherisher should undergo severe tests in the path of Truth. The tests are severe but the awards and fruits are multiple and delicious leading to spiritual enlightenment and wisdom. The doors of Divine wisdom open up to allow the flood of supreme knowledge to dawn on the being. Love the celestial gift from the Supreme Being gushes in the heart. The bud of fragrant roses and lotuses blossoms in the being. The eyes, mind and heart sparkle with Divine light. The purified soul gets wings to fly to the oblivion and to discover realms of Divine kingdom. Divine light floods every nerve and cell of the Being. Lord’s presence is felt through the light of our most beloved holy Prophet Syedana Mohammad Mustafa peace and prayer be upon him. All the sacred souls of Prophets, Nabis and Saints, Avatars would welcome the attained pupil, the mureed. The spiritual stations are reached; light upon light floods in,on cherishing hope, on total reliance on Rubul Alameen, the mother of mercy, from whose bosom milk of compassion, kindness, magnificence and beneficence flows and oozes out. Patience, the mother of virtue, should be the wheels on which the pupil, the mureed, should move with perseverance and hard work, performing countless supplications and zikrs.

The trials and tests are severe and great indeed. Every success in the examination brings advancement in the spiritual state of the pupil, the mureed. See the life of avatars, Saints, Nabis and Prophets. They were required to prove their unflinching love to the Ever living Lord, who keeps a steady watch on His creation, who is Transcendent and Cherisher. The pupil, the mureed is required to place every sacrifice on the threshold of the Sustainer and Creator, the ever Present, Rub, the Malik, whose fierce and benign presence consoles the yearning and suffering soul. Melancholy, grief, tears of love of separation and repentance from the Lord, the Merciful shatters the being of the lover, who wishes to mingle in the sweet and nourishing melody of the Great Soul. Every nerve and vessel in the body would turn into a string to play the tunes for the Lord, the Beloved. Neither the storms nor the tempests nor tsunamis nor earth quake nor cyclones nor hunger or poverty nor privation would ever deter the yearning and suffering soul from the goal of the pupil, the mureed, the Shaikh, the Murshid, Nabi the Prophet, the Avatar, the Sufi, the Sadhu, the Saint. Every cell in the being cries for the Blessed Being; the river yearns to join the sea, the sea in the ocean. The dry throat of the yearner seeks the Divine intoxicating drink to quench the thirst to make the soul to take to wings to join the Ever Great Ever Existing Divine Being.

(The narrater is Hazretrh Dost Shah Warsi (d 2000) of Barabanki and Gorakpur near Nepal)

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