Nagore Saint

T he dream of Bebe Fatimah put Hazereth Hassan Khoodus in a deep thought. As the dawn was nearing he proceeded to the Sultan Firoz Shah mosque to pray the morning prayer. Hazereth Hassan Khoodus is a direct descendant from the progeny of Prophet Muhammand pbuh. Their parents came to Manicappur during the reign of Sultan Shah Feroz Shah. Hazereth Hassan Khoodus was a respectable person among the people like his parents. As he was returning from the mosque he saw a large crowd rioting nearby. It is the usual scene here. Hazereth Hassan Khoodus was devoted to his religion Islam and he believed that a true muslim will not in any way force his ideology upon others. A true muslim whose predominant effort shall be to get close to his Creator and lead people by example, and not by enforcement. ‘To you be your way and to be mine’ verse 6 of Chapter 109 of the Al Quran crosses the mind of the noble Hassan Khoodus (RA) as he was entering his home….

A s the dove continues to talk, Bebe Fatimah came to her senses. How could a dove talks ? ‘Am I dreaming?’- she uttered in her heart. In that instant she felt a strange fear of the entire event. Just as she feared the dove also vanished from the spot. An angel appeared before Bebe Fatimah and spoke ‘ Do not fear Bebe Fatimah’ The voice of the angel was so soothing that Bebe Fatimah fear faded. ‘O Bebe Fatimah Allah swt is going to bestow on you a new baby boy’ The utterance of the angel made her ineffably happy and in that moment she opened her eyes. It was a dream. Bebe Fatimah could not believe that she had been dreaming. She wished it was real. She hastily woke her husband up to tell about the dream. ... [Part 3]

I t was the year 1489. A cool breeze was blowing softly against the elevated palace of Beebe Fatimah. The palace was half shadowed by the darkness of the night and the other portion was well lid by the light of the new moon. It was a symbolic scene of a new period in the life of Beebe Fatimah who had been drowned in the grief of her baby son who has passed of a year ago. Tears rolled down on the supple cheek of Beebe Fatimah calling the soul of her departed baby in her heart–‘Where have you gone my son?’ Her heart was welled with deep grief-an uncontrollable sadness engulfed her. As she was in that state of despair leaning against the bamboo thatched partition of her balcony, which was overlooking the sea shore, a small white dot was seen floating at the horizon. Within minutes the dot became more visible in the still of the night.... [Part 2] Beebe Fatimah soon realised that the dot was actually a dove approaching her balcony grounds. It landed on her balcony. Beebe Fatimah was a l...

I promised Kader Wali Shahul Hameed that i will write at least 300 pages in this site. But circumstances left 'my pen to rest'. It is not my doing but it is only with the will of Allah swt through the holy saint i will be able to complete this noble task. May Allah grant me the knowledge,the writing skills, the correct words to describe the events of his history,the energy, the ample resources, the leisure time, the desire, the benefits of expanding this website to everyone which includes my family, friends, relatives, my future generations and to all Muslims all over the world. Shahul Hameed Kader Wali's story is a never ending one. I am very grateful to Allah swt to have chosen me to narrate the story of the Great Wali Allah. It was during the last Khandhoori that i have started this website. Time flees like a twinkling of an eye. The invitation for this Khandhoori is a direct invitation of Shahul Hameed Kader Wali to me to continue with my sacred journey with Kader Wali....

To the Impoverished lad Thou yield gems with glad To the poor pernicious sinner Thou comfort him to be a winner Thou cured thy father’s affliction During pre life in Allah’s contemplation Will thou not turn thy eyes to me - pleased? And cure me as I am diseased! Oh good Lion King! Saints searching thee in multitude twinkling The learned praised Prince! Altering the poor face wince

L iving in Nagore Oh King Beliving in thee That you may bring Glad Tidings For the grieving Shahul Hameed A Soother for the Believing Manica kappoor is thy place of birth Thor art diamonds’ worth When the prince brought his gift By the sea thy lived Cloves brought from faraway And the crowds blown away Oh Sage thou art the Ocean of Mercy! To the good and the Needy !

Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief To thy father who was ill While living in thy mother’s womb in still Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief And made a pan afloat Overwhelmed in the river moat Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief And guarded the assets of the people From the looters in surrounding ripples Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief And removed scarcity And fed the people with food plenty Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief To a woman who called upon thee during her labour And made it painless by your magical favor Thou art Oh Chief Who gave relief Prepared rice as food Without any firewood! Thou art Oh Chief Syedu Abdul Kadir! True Faith spindrift Oh Guardian of Nagore Shariff!