Naresh NunnaMukarramee wa Mu’azzamee Baghramee Khidmat Hazrat S.G. Moazam sahab
Allah yastafī mina al-malā’ikati rusulan wa mina al-nāsi, inna Allaha samī’un baṣīr.
“Allah chooses messengers from among the angels and from among the people; surely Allah is All-Hearing, All-Seeing.”
– Quran 22:75
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When the delirium buried my body
Like the dune in a raging sandstorm,
When the furnace fume of my sighs
Puff scales like a forked-tongued skink,
My body
Grew insolent,
Beyond remedy or relief.
When the rifts of rocks
And the cracks of parched earth
Strayed into my veins,
When each vertebra broke one by one
With the engulfing vacuum of deserts,
My being turned into a fiery ember
In the smouldering pyre of
Age-old Innalillah chants.
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Behold his fangs, claws, and horns—
The Satan who besieged my essence,
The Iblis born from the inferno beneath the seventh earth.
When, like the fierce flames of Hell,
He smothered my breath,
Your gentle voice became a melody of healing solace.
“Alhamdulillahi Rabbil ‘Alameen”
“Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem”
You pray as though merely a conduit—
Perhaps yes, perhaps no, O Israfil,
Angel chosen by Allah.
Your Quranic verses of compassion
Shower like snow flowers.
Spiritual healings
Cause pearls of tears to cascade.
You are the magic feather posy that warded off
The evil eye of piercing needles cast upon me
Your Ruqyah prayer
Becomes the nostalgic scent of Fakir’s incense,
The caress of Dhikr blessings
Became my companion like the protective thread of a Ta’wiz.
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Did you Show me the way?
Grant me the vision?
Did you embody the healing spell
Etched in charcoal graffiti on the mosque wall?
Oh, my Israfil!
In the pure resilience of Sufi souls,
Have you become the grace of Dargah visits!
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*To Dr. S.G. Moazam, General Physician, KIMS- Sunshine, Gattibowli.
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