2013

"A True sign, it was meant to be"

Bismillah-hir-rahmanir-raheem,

 

Asalaamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah.

 

I was on my way to see Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, as I was driving I looked up into the sky and it was pure white, I could see Noor everywhere. Alhamdulilah, this was one of the signs that Allah swt gave me about this true Wali-Ullah.
 

About a week or so after meeting the Shaykh, I had a dream. In my dream I was doing Bayyah and within the dream, the date was 4th Rabi ul Awal (16th January 2013), I had this same dream twice.

 

At this point I thought to myself, this is a great sign for me. Shaykh Banaras Owaisi must be truthful and a trustworthy person. Who’s doing righteous work according to the Holy Qur’an and the teachings of our Beloved Prophet Muhammad pbuh. 

 

Alhamdulilah, the night before the 4th Rabi ul Awal (16th January 2013) arrived; I was planning to do Bayyah with the Shaykh. Early morning I had another dream where Shaykh Banaras Owaisi was asking me; 'will you be doing bayaat today then?'

 

SubhanAllah, what a great sign that I was privileged of having. These signs kept coming to bring me closer to this beautiful Kamil-Shaykh of our time.

 

Allah swt had given me such a big indication that the Shaykh was the right person to do Bayyah with. He would help me in so many ways which previous Shaykhs could not do.

 

When I went to see the Shaykh, I told him about the dreams, he smiled with love and he said 'this is a true sign, that you would do Bayyat with me'

 

Since doing Bayyat, many of my problems have gone.  I feel so much lighter whereas before I felt so much pressure on my shoulders and back. The problems with Jinns and black magic have been sorted and Alhamdulilah my house and family feel more peaceful.

 

I cannot thank Allah swt enough for guiding me to Shaykh Banaras Owaisi.

 

I hope Allah swt gives Shaykh Banaras Owaisi a long life and fulfil all his dreams.

 

JazkAllah Khair.

 

Haji Iqbal.

Haji Iqbal @ Birmingham

"A True Wali-Ullah"

Bismillah-hir-rahmanir-raheem,

 

Asalaamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah.

 

Me and my family went to the Zikr gathering in Birmingham on a Saturday (2nd February 2013) were Shaykh Banaras Owaisi was present. The Shaykh welcomed us lovingly and after meeting the Shaykh I sat in the women’s room. A short while after the lights went off and Zikr had started.
 

 

The starting of the Zikr was the Kalima Sharif: La illah ha illalahu and I slowly started feeling that I was back when Islam started, when the Sahaba sat with the Noble Prophet Muhammad saw, I felt as though I got closer to the Noble Prophet pbuh.

 

When the Allah Hu Zikr started, I felt as though one day Qiyaamat will come and one day the grave will call us. I realised staying with a true Wali-Ullah, the love for Allah swt and the Blessed Prophet pbuh grows so much.

 

 

After the zikr had finished, before we left, the Shaykh gave us permission to leave with so much love.

  

After two days, I had a dream. In the dream I was in the same mosque with Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, I saw children between the ages 8-10 wearing beautiful white clothes playing and some children were queuing up to get some food. There was a man standing in a room with about 300 boxes with food inside and he was giving them out to each of the children. Me and the Shaykh was standing beside him. I asked the Shaykh where is the food coming from, and he replied “this is coming from our huge government, from Allah swt and Prophet pbuh, they are sending it for the children.”

 

Then I was in different room, I seen myself in the mirror.

 

After the dream, in the morning I asked someone about the dream and they said; 'whatever the Shaykh Banaras Owaisi has, he is getting it from Allah swt and Prophet pbuh, and is a true Wali-Ullah.’

 

Seeing myself in the dream means I will get good news coming soon InshAllah. I then told Shaykh about the dream. After hearing my dream he was very happy and said “what you have seen is absolutely true, it’s a very good dream and gave me Mubarak for getting close to Wali-Ullah and Allah swt and prophet are happy with me.”

 

Allah swt and Prophet pbuh giving me a sign that Shaykh Banaras Owaisi is a true Kamil Shaykh. The longer one stays in the company of a true Wali-Ullah, the more benefits you receive.
 

I believe 100% if you stay with a true Wali-Ullah they will put the love for Allah swt and Prophet pbuh into your heart InshAllah. We all should try to read as much Durood Sharif as we can. It will help us in this life and the next.

 

JazakAllah Khair.

 

Begum.

Begum @ Birmingham

"Conceived A Child After 4 Years"

Bismillahir-Rahma-Nirraheem,

 

My name is Mr. Shah & this is about my cousin sister in India who had been married for over 4 years however she was unable to conceive a child. I spoke to Peer Saab about it who advised that Inshallah he will be able to help her through Allah’s assistance. She had only to call him and he will cure her over the phone itself. Peer Saab offered her a 40 day treatment over the phone itself which she followed accordingly. She did become pregnant after this 40 day treatment was over, however unfortunately she had a miscarriage (It was the will of Allah). I informed this to Peer Saab who advised of a 7 day further treatment and to have faith in Allah. Alhamdulillah she became pregnant again and gave birth to a healthy boy around 2 weeks ago. Alhamdulillah this was another karaamat  of Peer Saab which we witnessed.

 

May Allah bless Peer Saab for his services for the ummah.

16/05/2013

"To my amazement it was Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi"

Asalaam Alaykum,

 

My name is Fetiyah, i live in Switzerland and would like to share my dream of my nephew and the shaykh.

 

The dream is that I’ve never met the shaykh before or heard of him, but I’ve came to realise that my nephew who is Khalifa Arben is initatied with the shaykh.

 

I saw in my dream Khalifa Arben dead in my house, i was crying because i lost my nephew. Then suddenly i see this man dressed beautifully, in white, full of light appear in the room. He tells me not to worry he isn’t dead. Then i see him walk around the body of Khalifa Arben and eventually he comes back Alive and the dream ends.

 

I told my nephew regarding the dream and he wanted to clarify who the person in white was. He sent me picture of his shaykh and to my amazement it was Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi.

 

After talking to the shaykh i understood the meaning of the dream for my nephew. It means that he has received new life and spirituality.

 

May Allah swt bless us all.

"To my amazement it was Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi"

01/01/2013

My name is Hamzah Hussain and I am 17 years old and I will explain the difficulties I have experienced and how they were finished as soon as I did Bay’aat with Shaykh Saab, Shaykh Banaras Hussain Owaisi.

From a young age I’ve been having serious problems with family, black magic and sleeping issues. I would often feel like as if something is pressing down against my chest or my back when I tried to go to sleep. Or sometimes I would wake up suddenly from my sleep as I would feel that something has purposely woke me up from my sleep.

But when I did Bay’aat with Shaykh Saab on the 26th of December I then started to read all of my 5 Namaz properly and on time and I also started to do tremendous amounts of Dhikr which allowed me to sometimes see white flashes of Noor and smell sweet fragrances. Even though I have a long way to go I am still very happy that I did Bay’aat with Shaykh Saab and I cannot thank my Shaykh enough for what he has done for me, Alhamdulillah!

 

Hamza

01/08/2013

 

Bismillah-Hir-rahman-nir-rahim

 

 

Aslaamu’alaykum, I am 22years old and reside in Dudley, Birmingham; I am writing this testimonial to share my experiences that I had with Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi.

 

 

The Problems that I was facing:

 

 

I had trouble sleeping which had been going on for many years, I had tried various remedies but they wouldn’t help me. On the odd occasion when I would get to sleep I would wake up very tired. I used to also suffer with very severe headaches and I used to feel as if someone or something is following me wherever I would go. I could some times see a shadow and then it would disappear, the same thing my brother would tell me a swell that he felt as if something was following him. Apart from me other family members were experiencing problems, my sister suffered from depression, not eating properly and other issues. And my younger brother who is disabled and cannot talk or walk. There was no peace in our household and generally the family atmosphere in my house was broken.

 

 

One of my close friends told me about Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, at first for a few months I was thinking whether to go or not to go but I could see that day by day, my problems were getting worse and the problems within my family were also getting worse.

Meeting the Shaykh & the Aftermath

 

One day I decided to go to see Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi along with my friend who took me, my dad and my younger brother who is disabled. When we reached the house of the Shaykh, he greeted me and my family with a beautiful, warming smile. We sat dow, & then I told him all my problems such as having bad headaches and I was amazed that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi stopped me and also told me all the problems which I was having for more than 4 months. These problems further included family problems and he also told me that it was all happening due to black magic. Shaykh said that there were jinns (Demons) with all of my family and informed us that my disabled brother has a illnesses to which he will, InshAllah (with the Will of Allah), be able to cure as well.


After receiving Treatment:

 

 

Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi invited us to come to the Mosque / Masjid, which we did a few days later. When I got there, I felt at peace straight away and Shaykh gave me a taweez and since then, Alhamdulillah, I have been feeling a lot better. I have been able to sleep without any problems: my problem of feeling tired in the mornings had also gone & I no longer feel that is something behind me when entering or inside my home.

 

 

A few days after my treatment I went to see Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi at the masjid again but this time I took all of family members with me. Shaykh gave all of my family members taweez to wear, and since then, Alhamdulillah, the Jinns/ Demons are no longer in our home and my family members having been feeling better ever since meeting Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi. My brother has said that he no longer sees shadows in his room at night and that he feels light and fresh all the time, my brother also said when he went in and spoke with Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi he felt very peaceful.

 

 

Alhamdulilah (Praise be to Allah), My sister has said that when she went to meet Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi at the masjid her heart felt at peace and that her body felt relieved since meeting Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi. She has also said she is now able to sleep at night easily without any problem, her depression has been cured, she is able to eat properly and her overall health has improved, MashAllah.

 

 

I cannot thank Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi for everything that they have done for me and my family may Allah (SWT) give Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi a long life ameen.

The 10 Miracles that I witnessed (Karamat)!

 

 

After the treatment which was done for me and my family I went to see Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi at the masjid along with my parents & the Shaykh was very happy to see us.

(For any non-Muslims - "Bismillah" means " In the name of Allah" , "MashAllah" means "It was the Will of Allah", "SubhanAllah" means "Glorious is Allah", "Alhamdulillah" means "All praise is to Allah".

 

 

Whilst we all were sitting in the presence of Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, he told me to read "Bismillah" 3 times. As I was reciting this, Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi placed his blessed hand onto the holy Quran and then told me to look at what was written on their hands once I had finished reciting. I was astonished to see that 'Allah' was written on their blessed hand and that it could be seen clearly.

 

 

I was told to recite "Bismillah" another 3 times and placed his hand onto the Quran again, he then told me to tell him what I could see on blessed hand for the second time. What I could was the HOLY KA'BAH & I was amazed. SubhanAllah! I was speechless!

Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi told me again to recite "Bismillah" 3 times once again and placed his hand onto the Quran. For the third time, Shaykh asked me to tell them what I could see on his hand & what I saw on his blessed hand blew me away. Because what I saw was the green dome of the Prophet Muhammad's (Peace and blessings be upon him) mosque /masjid in Madina Munawara! I was almost in tears.

But it didn't stop there, Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi smiled, and for the fourth time told me to recite "Bismillah" 3 times, he placed his hand on to the Holy Qur'an & told me what I could see, when he lifted his hand I could see, really clearly, that there was The Holy Qur'an upon his palm: The Holy Qur'an was open and on top of it was the first Verse of the Chapter Surah Yaseen (It was a verse & a chapter from the Holy Quran). I was astonished MashAllah.

Then Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi showed me sixth another Miracle. He again told me to recite 'Bismillah' 3 times and then put his hand on top of The Holy Qur'an. He then showed me his blessed tongue and I could see the first verse of Surah Yaseen again but this time on his tongue! It could be seen absolutely clearly!
After that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi showed me the seventh miracle and as usual he told me to recite "Bismillah" 3 times and he had his hands on The Holy Qur'an, he then told me to look at what is written on his forehead and what I saw on his forehead was the name 'Allah' written clearly out of white light / noor. SubhanAllah.

I was told to recite "bismillah" 3 times for the eighth time, and place my index finger onto the table nearby. When I did do, the Shaykh pointed his finger at my heart and my heart beat became faster, Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi then said that my heart is doing the Remembrance / Zikr of Allah (SWT) right now. And without a doubt, my heart was doing the Remembrance / Zikr of Allah (SWT) as each heartbeat was saying "Allah". When the Shyakh pointed his finger away from my heart, my heartbeat slowed down to average pace, and the way each heartbeat was saying "Allah" stopped.
Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi told me to follow the same procedure as above for the ninth time and then pointed their finger towards my heart again. This time my heartbeat became faster but instead of each heartbeat saying "Ya Allah", what i could hear was my heartbeat saying "Ya RasoolAllah" and it was without a doubt saying these blessed words. When Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi pointed his blessed finger away from my heart, my heartbeat went back to normal instantly.

The tenth Karamat / Miracle was the one that made me speechless. I was to recite "Bismillah" 3 times and place my index finger on the table again. Once I did so, Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi pointed towards my heart once again and he asked "Can you hear the Azaan (Call of prayer) of Madina-tul-Munawara (Main Mosque of Medina, Saudi Arabia) coming from your heart?" Truthfully, I can say that I could hear it &I was in tears. MashAllah.

I was both amazed and speechless at everything that took place, once miracle after another but all that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi did was smile and say "I am nothing, it’s all from Allah SWT (God)"…
After seeing all that I have, there is no doubt  that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi is a true Wali-Allah (Friend of Allah).


I returned with my family & saw another 3 Miracles / Karamats: 

 

Five days later, I went to see Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi again at the masjid along with my parents and my family. Shaykh started to talk to me and my family about how we should respect our parents and how important it is & then i was blessed enough to see another three more miracles / karamats.

As before, I was told to recite "Bismillah" 3 times for the first time and to look at their blessed hand. Once I did, I could see that on his hand there was fire which Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi said "The fire which you can see on my hand is the fire of Jahannam  (hell fire)". Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi then told me to recite "Bismillah" 3 times for the second time and showed me his other hand whilst still I could see the hell fire on the left hand and to my amazement I could see a beautiful flower on his right hand and Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi told said "This is a flower from jannat (heaven)". SubhanAllah I was astonished.

Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi told me to recite "Bismillah" 3 times for the third time and what I saw on his blessed hand shocked and frightened me. Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi showed me a person who had got buried and then there were some small & long creatures in the grave. Shaykh said "The creatures that you can see are snakes, these snakes are going into to this person grave" which is form of punishment for evildoers foretold by the Beloved SAW. I then saw the grave getting tight & closing in on the man who was buried, it was squeezing this person and his rib cages were joined. Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi said "This is the punishment form Allah if we have not been good Muslims in this world", as Shaykh said this (whilst still looking at his blessed hand) I then saw the grave was no longer tight, it became very wide and could see some bright, white light going into the grave. I then saw that the person in the grave become happy and rejoiced. Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi then said "Allah (SWT) had forgiven the person in the grave and now he will enter paradise" SubhanAllah, What word would you us to describe such a miracle / vision that I saw? There are no words which I could explain what I was thinking or feeling at that time.

All these miracles / karamats which I have told are all what I saw with my own eyes, many other have also seen such things before from the Shyakh but I can not explain the phenomenon. 

 

 

Overview:

Before coming to Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi I did go to meet other Shaykhs but I did not receive any benefit from them at all but when I was introduced to Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, my problems were all solved within minutes of seeing them. Therefore I can say that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi is a true Wali-Allah (Friend of Allah / Saint).


All I can say is, whoever is reading my story, if you have any problems which are similar or even if they are not - whatever problems you have, I can guarantee that Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi will be able to cure your problems. Whether your problems are physical or spiritual, please get in contact with Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi and as I have said before I can guarantee that they will cure any problems which you may have.

 

Finally, I cannot thank Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi enough for what they have done for me and my family. I would like to conclude my story by first of all thanking Allah (SWT), that Allah has chosen this person, Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi. May Allah further Bless Peer Saab in all aspects of life and give may Allah (SWT) give peer saab a long life.

Ameen- Summa-Ameen

 

Dudley, Birmingham

New Life

Bismillah-hir-rahmanir-raheem,

 

Asalaam alaykum,

 

My name is Rasoul Ahmed Iqbal, male, 22 years of age...

 

Ever since Shaykh Banaras Owaisi set their beautiful eyes on me (before we met), my life has begun to change. All the problems that I was afflicted with from the age of probably 5/6 (on and off), if not earlier, began to unravel, dissolve and disappear (Alhamdulillah). All praise is to Allah SWT for such a murshid.

 

When I was aged 2, my birth mother passed away so my grandmother, grandfather & my Aunty took me in... I was the youngest boy out of three, my two other brothers stayed with my father as he was able to look after them without things get too much for him, which is understandable. As I grew up I knew my father was my father, my brothers were my brothers, but I didn’t see my grandmother as my grandmother, instead she was my mother.

 

Anyway, when I was at nursery, I remember being so happy at home and having a bit of a ‘normal’ childhood I suppose, although, not many people remember their childhood that early. At such a young age I started a spirit of a white old man, who had probably passed away in the house, and I saw dreams of a jinn but I didn’t tell anyone and nothing changed so we carried on living while I saw this white ghost regularly every night and I kept on being told or hearing people saying that my grandmother was not my mother, which made me emotionally unstable, probably even depressed. I began to have stomach aches, headaches and all sorts of pains but the doctors said it was all in my head. They thought it was related to depression and this continued on throughout my life.

 

Eventually we moved areas, my father and brothers stayed in London, and we had moved two hours away from there. Things just got worse and worse, I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere or with anyone, but Alhamdulillah I found peace in Islam, the Holy Quran, and Naat sharif at a young age.

 

I went to umrah back in the Year 2000, and my life was beautiful for a few years after I came back, within that time I saw a huge change, I was energized and witnessed a few miracles happen. Time went on and I was now in secondary school & everything went downhill from year 9 onwards.

 

Year 9 onwards I wasn’t ever happy anymore, smoking, felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, not at home, not with friends, I felt lonely inside. The household were putting me down, I felt hatred was being put into my chest, I knew this was not a normal thing, something was wrong, and the hatred being put in my chest was being made more intense and intense, and this applied to all the family. The extended family was no longer a happy family, as if someone from the outside was doing black magic to make everything intensely negative. I saw my life break and crumble. My grandmother no longer spoke to my dad, and my dad lived 2 hours away from me. I didn’t see my brothers for a few years. One of my brothers moved down with me, while I was in secondary school and then someone decided to stick him with a needle in a doll, so he got kicked out, and someone inflicted hatred into his heart for everyone, even my dad, and my grandmother and father and the rest of the family.

 

So as you can imagine things aren’t good, but faith has to be concrete. No matter what I was doing, every bad sin you may imagine, I did it, not intentionally but someone somewhere was doing something to us that we had no control over anything, nevertheless, I would repent after.

 

In no way or how,  am I justifying the reasons behind sins, bad thoughts or hatred I inflicted out of intense anger or hatred itself, but none of us are able judge one another.

 

Each one of my brothers, have a more intense story than mine, each one have been stabbed in the heart a lot more than me, and there are other people out there that need the Shifah (cure/blessings/peace/serenity) more than us. Nevertheless we were swimming in the depths of darkness, but Allah SWT and His Beautiful Rasool SAW never forsake us, we had signs, dreams & feelings edging us to do good & carry on seeking the right path. Alhamdulillah.

 

While being in Woking, my family was connected to Shaykh Nazim Al Haqqani, we went to see him in Cyprus, and his sincere advice was to go to the masjid (local) I went to the masjid for his local gatherings of Zikr, and I felt the passion of Islam was being put into my heart, but the problems were still there of black magic, but in a way it was something to keep me going Alhamdulillah.

 

 At this stage of my life I’m in college, wherever I went, I wasn’t happy, not with family, I no longer knew my father and brothers, began to drift away from my grandmother, grandfather and aunty. I couldn’t think straight, I didn’t want anything, I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to think about anything. I was confused in every single way; I was stuck in every single aspect of my life. Someone / people basically didn’t leave anything for me or my family. There was no sense of rejoice except in haraam, which regrettably I did.  I went into university, didn’t even walk in to the first lesson of my degree course and I decided not to go in, the people who were close to me were no good to me, the people who were meant to be close to me (family) couldn’t relate to me but slowly my father and brother were sort of talking to my grandmother, but me and my brother were close.

 

Two years ago, my life grandmother, who raised me, passed away. Even though we were on bad terms at this time, we still laughed and joked, hugged each other as a mother and child would, so the people behind could stab the heart, but they couldn’t take the heart out the chest, so in other terms our relationship was like an intense yoyo.

 

After the death of my grandmother I was depressed, I quit my job, I went deep into deen. I went into counselling but it made things a lot worse, making my mind feel like it was being poked with a needle, it stopped me from thinking straight. I had a few memorable good spiritual experiences which helped me through this rough time.

 

Eventually the black magic was intense again, I was on substances, thinking about things I shouldn’t have, felt lonely as anything again and everything started kicking in, friends became enemies, enemies were trying to be friends. I felt pains all over my body such as pains in my back, as if I was getting stabbed quite literally, pains in my knees and headaches. I was always half asleep because I couldn’t sleep at night, sometimes saw shadows move, felt something touch me etc.

 

My brother from Birmingham introduced me to Shaykh Sufi Ashghar Saab from Bolton. They took me in, in terms of a student. They helped to put the Sunnah of the Beloved PBUH on my face and I began to practice Islam on and off.

 

Eventually two years on, I FINALLY met Shaykh Banaras Owaisi who has helped me, whilst every other Shaykh was unable to deal with my problems.

 

Alhamdulillah, (in no way is this shirk, for all you other idiots out there trying to pick faults with Shaykhs, Saints, Wali’s) ..  When I first met Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, he smiled, said MashAllah and hugged me. Even though I didn’t go to see him for my very own problems or he would help me in the future, I sat with him and I felt my mind at ease with the problems drifting away. Even before I pledged allegiance to him (Shaykh Banaras Owaisi) my problems seemed to be going. It’s been less than three months since I have known Shaykh Banaras Owaisi and less than one month since I have done bayyah. SubhanAllah! 22 years of darkness gone within a few months.

 

Since that day, Allah SWT, kept guiding me to this Shaykh, each time I went I found some difficulty getting there as the shaytaan probably knew his time of messing around with my life was coming to a end Alhamdulillah. Every time I saw this beautiful man, beautiful Wali-Allah, I gained some peace of mind that I took home.  Eventually upon the third time meeting Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, I did bayyat with them, as did my brother.

 

Once when I went to see my Shaykh, he gave me a piece of the cloth of the Holy Kab’ah sharif, to hang on the wall at my home, which I was absolutely stunned about, I didn’t know how to react because I never got given much but I felt a deep sense of love, understanding and peace. My Shaykh told me to close my eyes, and I saw the Roza Mubarak of The Holy Prophet SAW made out of golden noor, the gates then opened and I saw a glimpse of the Holy Prophet SAW’s white noor... (SubhanAllah, Alhamdulillah)... I was stunned once again, I was happy, felt deep love, but I didn’t know how to express it, I was still confused that all this was happening within a month or two. I wasn’t happy for 20 years and now it’s all gone, I was thinking how do I react?!  Even now, I am scared to be happy, I don’t know how to be happy, but what I do know is that my Shaykh will help me through with the help of Allah SWT and his Rasool SAW, InshAllah.

 

Although it may have no completely gone, but I can begin to breathe again, begin to think straight, although I still over think, which caused depression, but the Shaykh instantly stops it when I call him via phone or spiritually.

 

Within two months, I pray 4 namaaz per day , I have stopped smoking cigarettes which I smoked since school days( year 9/10), my family problems have gone. The Shaykh informed me that I had jinaat in the house and a charreal (female ghost) which he removed. The Shaykh gave me a Taveez to drink, wear and burn in the house, and Alhamdulillah the problems have gone. The house for once in so many years seems peaceful. I was so far from reality, for so long, that I feel like I have been born just now. Honestly speaking that is. The Shaykh has said things will take time and Alhamdulillah this is just the unseen problems has sorted out.

 

I did bayyat with Shaykh Banaras Owaisi for a number of reasons. The zikr practiced with the sheikh was so intense, I felt passion at other types of zikr, but nothing compared to the amount of power at this zikr. Since the Shaykh gave me the permission to practice the Owaisi Qalbi (silent) zikr, (Alhamdulillah) I have began to experience things and see noor lights: white, green, blue & gold. My heart, mind and soul feel like they are being cleansed, Alhamdulillah.

 

All the types of pains I had such as stabbing in the back and severe headaches and major knee pains have gone; they come and go but nothing like what it was before. When I used to get pains, I couldn’t pinpoint where my pain was coming from, it was that hard to understand where it hurts let alone why.

 

Alhamdulillah, I am grateful for everything Shaykh Banaras Owaisi has done for me, I can’t express my admiration for Shaykh, but I am always forever InshAllah in their service, as their student and to assist them in any way.  No words can explain the before and after story, nor can these words sufficiently explain the feelings felt.  My life looks brighter, and no, I can’t say all of my problems have gone, but I can say all problems will go with the help of my Shaykh (Shaykh Banaras Owaisi), the Holy Prophet SAW and Allah the Almighty, creator of the heavens and earth, and the original source of help.

 

I advise anyone and everyone to reach out to Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, you have nothing to lose, if anything we have something to gain from this Wali-Ullah.

 

If you feel like getting into contact with me for some reason, to see if this is a real person, search Rasoul Ahmed Iqbal on facebook, or contact me via email: Rasoul_ahmed_iqbal@hotmail.co.uk

JazakAllah Khair

May Allah SWT Grant us the ability to sit with this great Shaykh, May Allah SWT give him a long life and fulfil all his dreams, May we become better people & help raise the status of the Ummah. Ameen.

Asalaam alaykum wa-rehmatullah-hi-wa-barakaatahu.

Rasool Iqbal

“Alhamdulilah”

Bismillah-hir-rahmanir-raheem,

 

Asalaamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah

 

Asaalato Wasalamo Alaika Ya Sayyidi Ya Rasool Allah.

 

First of all I would like to thank to Allah (SWT), The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful, for all His Guidance and Blessings.

 

My name is Murtaza Ahmed Iqbal and I’m 24 years of age.

 

Alhamdulilah, after seeing Shaykh Banaras Owaisi for the first time a few months ago, I instantly knew that he was a true Wali-Ullah, helping people in difficult situations according to the Holy Quran and the Sunnah of our blessed Prophet Muhammad – May endless peace & blessings be showered upon him.

 

Before meeting Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, my life and family problems was like an intense rollercoaster, problems after problems; a never ending cycle of black magic, jinns, hate, depression, misery etc.

 

I was born in London and at the age of 4, my birth mother had passed away, so my father raised me and my elder brother while my younger brother went to live with my grandparents. My childhood was rather different compared to other ‘normal’ families because of the division that was in my family.

 

I also grew up comparing families to mine, thinking so and so has a mother and is happy, if my mother was alive would things be different. Also, growing up without my little brother was strange, everyone at school used to ask ‘why does your brother live in a different house, is he not your brother?’ 

 

I think these had a bad impact on my mind – mentally. So I was cautious of everyone I’d meet, keeping myself to myself. 

 

There was a lot of arguments over black magic (who done what to who etc) which led to division within the family. We were not allowed to see/meet certain family members.

 

A few years later around the age of 12 we moved to Birmingham to get away from all the problems, but little did we know that the problems will still be connected to us. I started seeing jinns, I couldn’t sleep and started having pains in my back and shoulders. The black magic was not just affecting me but it was also having a big impact on my family.

 

Around the age of 16, I started hanging around with the wrong people; I got into smoking, drugs and other unlawful things. My family started to get concerned about me telling me not to go out with these people but being a teenager I didn’t listen. I am not proud of the things I have done, I hope no one would go towards that path; it only leads to more problems.

 

I used to listen a lot to rappers like Tupac and Biggie. This type of music had a bad impact on me, I started getting into drugs more, writing my own suicide poems etc. I think this was the darkest part of my life because I had nothing going for me, nothing to look forward or hold onto.

 

My older brother also got kicked out the house; due to black magic and he also went towards the wrong path as did my younger brother. The black magic was slowly destroying my family.

 

My family went to countless people to get rid of the black magic and problems which were affecting my family, but unfortunately they just used us for money and did nothing to solve our problems.

 

About two years ago in late 2011, I met another Shaykh who helped me in many ways such as attending Zikr, praying Namaaz, encouraged me to have the Sunnat on my face – the beard. Alhamdulilah I was becoming a better person, it also had an effect on my younger brother who also started to change.

 

As much as I loved the Shaykh, there was only so much that Shaykh could do for me and I started to search elsewhere to find another Shaykh. Alhamdulilah, one of my cousins came to see Shaykh Banaras Owaisi to sort his own problems out, and this was a new starting point in which this path would lead me to doing Bayyat with Shaykh Banaras Owaisi.

 

This was the first time I had met Shaykh Banaras Owaisi, and SubhanAllah I can say that he is a very humble person. He gave everyone a hug, and continuously had a smile on his face, showing love. He sorted out my cousin’s problems and a few months later I also decided to go and see the Shaykh again.

 

On January 4th 2013, I done Bayyat with Shaykh Banaras Owaisi and since that time I have been praying 5 times Alhamdulilah, I participate in the weekly Zikr session at Medina Gousia, Birmingham and often go see my Shaykh several times a week. Every time I go and see the Shaykh, peace and tranquillity is over me. I have no worries I just look forward to hearing the beautiful voice of the Shaykh when he’s telling some stories, quoting from the Holy Quran sharif or from Hadith of the Blessed Prophet pbuh.

 

I have been smoking for 12 years and Alhamdulilah within a few days of doing Bayyat I had stopped. Before meeting the Shaykh I never wanted to stop smoking because I liked having a cigarette after meals or when out with friends. I don’t know how but now, I don’t feel like having a cigarette at all and stopping has dramatically improved my health and breathing in many ways.

 

I have also been given the opportunity to see a few visions while doing Qalbi (silent) Zikr. I have seen Allah swt names in bright vivid colours coming over me and have seen the beautiful Roza Mubarak of the Holy Prophet pbuh and green and white lights.

 

Since pledging allegiance (doing bayyat) most of my problems have gone, the Shaykh has got rid of the jinns and black magic and by the Grace of Allah swt everything is going well. I cannot thank Allah swt enough for guiding me to Shaykh Banaras Owaisi.

 

He is a true Wali-Ullah of our time who is always humble and ready to help anyone and everyone. I am blessed to be their student and would encourage everyone to come and spend time with the Shaykh and to get your problems solved with accordance to the Holy Quran and Sunnah of our beloved Prophet pbuh.

 

There are a lot of people who don’t believe in Shaykhs (Pir, Awliya Allah, Wali) but Alhamdulilah there are various evidences within the Holy Quran sharif, which no one can argue with and also in Hadith of the Blessed Prophet pbuh.

 

If you come or contact the Shaykh with an open heart, I am 100% sure that your troubles will leave you and the only thing that will be left within your heart is the love for Allah swt, the love for our Blessed Prophet pbuh, the love for the Shaykh and the love for acting upon the Sunnah of the Blessed Prophet pbuh. 

 

Alhamdulilah once again, I cannot describe the love that Shaykh Banaras Owaisi has for everyone, you can come from any background or religion, and he will still have the same love for us all. This is a great blessing for us, to come and sit with this true Wali-Ullah of our time. We can gain so much blessings and reward just by sitting in the same room.

 

If you feel like getting in contact with me to ask me any questions or for any reason please email me on taz_7_8_6@hotmail.com or find me on facebook: Tazo Taz

 

JazakAllah Khair, I would like to thank you all for reading this testimonial.

 

May Allah swt increase the rank of Shaykh Banaras Owaisi; give everyone the opportunity to sit in his presence and to help the Ummah to become successful. Ameen

 

Asaalato Wasalamo Alaika Ya Sayyidi Ya Rasool Allah.

 

Asalaam alaykum wa-rehmatullah-hi-wa-barakaatahu

 

Murtaza Iqbal.

Murtaza Iqbal @ Birmingham

“Waiting for someone to tell me it’s not my fault”

December 3rd 2012,
Individual from Halifax, Yorkshire.

 

The Problem:

My whole family turned on me except my two little brothers, one aged 14 and the other 15. I was forced into a wedding where my mother in law fed me black magic, which affected my emotional, spiritual and mental health. I hated everyone and wanted to just run away. My family wouldn’t help or believe me.

 

This whole process sent my life on a rollercoaster ride to say, with many twists and turns that had a huge impact on my life and health.

 

My story:

 

December 2012 my life changed forever, I was 21 at the time & my parents told me I would be getting married to my Mums nephew. I refused in more than one occasion. I was sat in my living room with my dad, mum and sisters. My dad gave me an ultimatum and told me that I would be getting married and said “If you don’t get married, there is the door: Get out and don’t look back. You can’t have anything to do with your two brothers or your sister, you will be dead in our eyes”. At that point my life flashed before my eyes, I didn’t understand why my dad was doing this, I didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t ready to get married as I could barely look after myself never mind someone else. However, I agreed to a force marriage because I had no other choice, as I had nowhere else to go, and that was it. My extended family started to come around with traditional sweets, I was crying myself to sleep every night as this was a living nightmare that I couldn’t get out of.

 

It should have been my sister, who was elder than I, that should have been getting married to the brother of the person who my family were making me get married to, without getting me involved. Although, my sister was given the CHOICE to get married, and she was asked several times if she wanted to get married. My sister then accepted the wedding, and therefore I was forced to get married into the same household, to the brother of her husband to be. It was this that I couldn’t get my head around. Why wasn’t I given the choice but she was? Why did I get forced to married because of her choice?

 

At this point, I had become more distant from my family. I told them I wanted nothing to do with the wedding, or its preparations. I told them I didn’t want to try anything on and I will just turn up on the wedding day. I was employed and had a job at a mainstream school very close to my house whilst also studying Cache Diploma in Children Care Learning Development. I used to leave the house at 8:00 am and wouldn’t return until 6:00 pm even though I would finish work at 3:30 pm. I felt like an outside within my own home as everything was bared around weddings.

 

I have been praying namaaz for over 7 years continuously, I used to sit on the prayer mat and ask Allah (swt) “Why me? Please help me, I don’t want to get married.”

 

I excluded myself from everything and everyone, I started to spend more and more time in my bedroom and unfortunately time was and is not a standstill. The Nikkah (Wedding) ritual took place on February 17th 2012 and I turned 22 on January 25th.

 

The Day of the Nikkah (Wedding):

 

The day of the Nikkah arrived. I was sat in my sisters bedroom all dressed up with my sister looking very radiant, her skin was glowing and she looked amazing. However I, I didn’t even care what I looked like, I had no energy to look beautiful as I knew that this wedding was something I did not want. I felt really sick and I just wanted to run away, far away but I knew it was too late for me and that was the coward’s way out. I wasn’t prepared to leave my two brothers behind, I had a good relationship with them, especially the 15 year old, he was my best friend but even he couldn’t help me. But he promised he would come and see me every day and he would always be there for me. I still wasn’t happy with the situation, because I know from the Holy Qur’an that this is against Islam, and Allah SWT doesn’t allow it – But my parents didn’t care and nothing that I was going to say or do would get me out of this mess. I realised at that moment that it was too late, this was my life now, I had to adapt to this new life of mine.

 

Whilst I was sitting with my sister and waiting for the imam to arrive, I knew this was a buy one get one daughter free deal, because my mother in law wanted my sister for her son as she was fair, average height and very beautiful, she wasn’t like me. I stand up for myself, I don’t let people put me down, I was dark (A lot darker than my sister), tall and not so beautiful, I was thin and gangly. However my father in law wanted me for his son. Anyway the imam arrived and my sisters signed her wedding papers first alongside her husband and then it was my turn. I signed it and repeated the KALIMA (the testimony of Islamic Faith) behind the Imam. It was then where it hit me, this was it, I was now a married woman even though I didn’t feel like it (as was my sister). Tears began pouring down my cheeks and I couldn’t help myself. People began to come towards us and congratulating us and our parents however I wasn’t happy, I continued to cry and then my mum came over to me adn muttered “stop crying, people are going to think we forced you into it” into my ear. I then stopped crying however my heart was still in tears. You can’t stop your emotions no matter what someone tells you.

 

Celebrations:

 

The Day of the Celebrations took Place on 25th & 26th February 2012. I looked amazing, and the dress was beautiful, it was on this day that I first saw the dress – I tried it on but it was loose but it would have to do and I didn’t complain. The venue was magnificent, we had private security on the grounds and entourage staff to cater for us, it was very exclusive but I still wasn’t happy with my life. My life was over for me, nothing would make me happy and now when I think about it, the days went by as a blur. I dint recognise myself and I had to pretend I was someone else. I put on a fake smile for the rest of the world to see so they wouldn’t know this was something I didn’t want and that I was forced into it because my sister agreed to her marriage.

 

The celebration days were over on Monday evening. My mother in law handed me glass of milk and insisted I drink it. Her exact words were “Drink it all, its really food for you”. However I hated milk & its smell and it made me very nauseous. After drinking it, something didn’t feel right, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but I knew something wasn’t right. Days went by and I started to behave very strangely, I become reserved from my family, become a lot more aggressive, shouting, & swearing most of the time for no reason, my anger was way out of control but I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

 

My parents informed me that they were going to Pakistan for his sister’s wedding on march 2012. I remember holding onto my dad for dear life, begging him not to go, but he told me it would be fine and to also look after my sister even though she was older than me. My sister and I were under the same roof, we got married to our spouses who were brothers. That was the moment that I turned my back on my mum and dad, I hated them more than anything. I left the airport, once we had said goodbye to them, and I felt very lonely ad my two little brother s had also gone along with them.

 

Once my parents left, thing really started happening to me. I become a lot more tired and started to vomit alot. I knew I wasn’t well but I just didn’t know what was wrong and neither did the doctors. After taking continuous trips to the doctors all coming back with the ‘All Clear’, I eventually gave up. My mother in law would say “oooh, you have started to get spots on your skin, and your complexion is darker”. I would however just laugh and walk away, not taking anything to heart. But these weren’t normal spots, these were boils, they were red with white puss in it, my complexion was getting really dark and made me look like 45 years old and my skin aged rapidly. Due to my problems, everyone began to exclude me out of things such as when they would go shopping they wouldn’t ask or would go whilst I was at work, they wouldn’t ask me what I wanted to eat or even talk to me about a thing. I used to have a good bond with my sister but that also changed once we got married, I now hated her more than anything and wanted to tear her apart. My parents would call from Pakistan and tell me to take care of her even though she was older than I, she was quite, very bonny prior to the marriage, but as she wanted our in-laws to like her, she adapted to their lifestyle. I on the other hand, couldn’t adapt, I hated change, and it took me a long time to adapt myself. In spite of everything, I always stuck beside my sister through the good and bad days, and I always would as I promised my brothers I would do.

 

April 14th 2012 was the date when my parent arrived in the UK from Pakistan. I finished work at 3:30 pm, and didn’t feel too well. I was vomiting blood but I didn’t know what was wrong. My father in law told my dad that I was smoking as did my sister with no evidence. My sister also told my dad whatever had happened in their absence (from their so called perspective) but nobody asked me about them. They told my dad many untrue things, and I didn’t understand what I was doing, I felt unwell and tired. I felt someone had taken over my brain and someone else was feeding it wrong information.

 

I was then admitted into hospital where I felt some security. The food which I was eating there gave me no stomach problems; I wasn’t vomiting at all, not even once in three weeks of my stay. I felt I was being bullied by my own family members, I spent a total of three weeks inside the hospital and after having many tests done, nothing was showing up. The doctors told me that they didn’t know what was wrong with me but there was one final test which they would like to run which was a camera test. A tube goes down ones oesophagus but it has a camera on the end, which is used to look and take some samples of tissue. This was exactly what they did to me. I was very scared but I never told that to my family members, although the doctors used local anaesthetic to sedate me therefore I didn’t feel anything. Unfortunately, like every other test, the camera test also failed to show anything.

 

My mother in law visited me twice during the three week period that I was in hospital. On the first visit she brought milk noodles, and on the second she brought ras malai (a milk desert dish). I still can’t forget the smell, it made me physically sick. I was aware that she indulges in Black magic, and I also believed that she was the cause of my unexplained illnesses. However I couldn’t say anything, after all, who was going to believe me? I knew no one was going to believe me. My dad used to come visit me every day but no one else came, not even my mum,-in law family, or my so called husband.

 

I was on a glucose drip, 24 hours a day for three weeks. The nurses would take three bottles of blood 6:00am every morning, although each time the nurse found it hard to find my vein so they would ask the lead doctor to come and find it, although it would take him 20 minutes to do so. At this point, the hospital become my home, I felt safe there, I was able to eat and digest food but I was unable to eat or digest home food, not just because of getting used to it, but because of the black magic within home food.

 

However, my left rib became highly painful, I was in agony but the doctors thought I was just making it up. I found it hard to sit up, my youngest brother who was 14 came to visit me, but he couldn’t sit long and was upset as he saw me in pain, I was able to read people like a book. I don’t know how, but I was also able to tell who was going to come and visit me, before they came through the doors.

 

May 8th 2012, my husband told me that he was going to Pakistan, to which I was very happy and pleased to hear! However the next day I was discharged from hospital, to which my mother in law informed me that, we all were going Pakistan, including myself. However I insisted I didn’t want to go, I didn’t see the point as I didn’t like anyone and hated them all but I didn’t know why. I knew however, that I hated my sister for stabbing me in the back my telling my dad I smoked and many other lies. She also told my dad that I was changing, how I wasn’t reading namaaz on purpose but I did try to pray but taking into account my physical condition and that I was hospitalised, I couldn’t physically stand up to pray, I tried several times but eventually gave up whilst feeling extremely guilty. My sister would further tell my dad what was happening throughout my daily life, what I was eating, when I was sleeping, what time I used my phone and so on and so forth. I felt like I was living in a prison, I was being bullied and for the first time, I was unable to stand up for myself, no one was listening to me and no one believed that there was something wrong with me, they all through I was doing it for attention.

 

On May 10th, 2012, I went back to work and my sister rang my dad straight away to inform him, my dad in turn called me and shouted at me for doing such a thing whilst my mother in law stood there and laughed. My dad then told me that I had to hand my sick notice into my workplace. I therefore, walked in with tears in my eyes – unable to tell them I was ill but unaware of the cause or the problem.

 

It then was polling day, and my dad told me that I had to go and vote with him to which I agreed. I sat in the car with him, and I could tell the look that was on his face meant that he was going to tell me off, and that’s what h exactly what he did. He asked me why I was treating my elder sister in a bad & cruel way even though I knew I hadn’t, and I also knew that I stuck beside her every step of the way even though she hadn’t supported me, instead she was the one who told lies about me to my dad . My dad further asked me why I was tarnishing his name, by letting the in-law family think that he has brought up such a child. My dad further told me that I was killing him by behaving in such a way and further said that if I didn’t want to get married I should have just left the home, how I disgrace him, and how we he now wants nothing to do with me as the house where I was, was now my new home, I was told to stay where I was and be happy.

 

This was the official day where in my eyes, my father, mother & sister were dead. I wanted nothing to do with them. As I arrived back into my mother-in-laws home, I said I was ready for bed. This was the moment that I knew I no longer wanted to be on this earth; I was too tired physically, and emotionally drained. No one was listening to me, I didn’t know what I was doing but I decided to take an overdose & I did. I took 23 paracetamol tablets. When the tablets took affect my heart was crying out for help, my body was numb but I fell asleep at 08:00 pm. I prayed to Allah SWT, that I wanted to die, and that I didn’t want to wake up in the morning. At 03:00 am my head was down the toilet, and I was vomiting all the tablets, I was crying because I was also in a lot of pain and my ribs were hurting, especially the left one. My sister was awake but she didn’t come and see if I was okay even though I called out to her. I then picked myself up and went back to bed and laid there thinking “Why me?” At 07:30 am I got dressed and was ready for work. Whilst I went, my sister rang my dad and told him I had been vomiting in the morning and that I went to work.

 

On March 18th, I had to hand in another sick note to my work place, to which I was forced by my dad. He came ot pick me up from my mother-in-laws house and told me to pack my things and I was going to live with him. I hated both my parents by now, especially my dad. On many occasions I had reached out to my mum but cried out for help but she told me I had to live at my new home now. My dad though u was doing it for attention because I refused to get married in the first place. They were very wrong and soon they were going to find out how wrong they all were!

 

Black Magic – the cause of my problems, The Two men & Many Shaykhs that could not help:

 

May 20th I developed a stammer, I couldn’t eat or sleep and I didn’t feel hungry for days. I didn’t eat solid foods because I know didn’t know what hunger felt like. I stopped getting dressed into different clothes and stayed in the same pair of clothing. I couldn’t talk & and I hated everyone except my two little brothers who had stuck beside me and supported me through everything.

 

May 23rd my parents finally knew I wasn’t making it up. My mum’s youngest brother came to see me (my uncle) and saw me with a stammer. He then went away and called my dad the next dad said he knows some people at a mosque who can tell him what’s wrong with me. I knew what they were up to but they didn’t tell me about it.

 

May 24th at 6:30 pm, my two brothers were told to sit in the car by my dad and they did so. I walked in and they forced me to sit on the floor and locked the door. At that point, they told me what I already knew – Black Magic.

 

They informed us and said I had one female, evil spirit called a charrayl which is worse than a demon (Jinn). We were told she was 43 years old, and was sent by someone within the family & further said that I know who has done it. At this point I told them I knew who has done it, but I also said that if I told them they wouldn’t believe me. The men also said the spirit was sent, via black magic in order to make a divorce take place by creating problems etc.

 

The men spoke to the evil spirit and it spoke out and said “I have come for a reason and someone has sent me, the reason is a divorce. You are wasting my time!”

 

The men at the mosque told my uncle to hold onto one of my arms & told my dad to hold onto my other arm. One of the two men started to read from the Holy Qur’an whilst the last man started to hit the palm of my feet continuously. This made my feet really sore, I was screaming out of pain and they kept reciting extracts from The Holy Qur’an and said “It isn’t hurting her, it’s hurting the spirit”. I then dug my nails into my uncle’s hand and spat at him. They then laid me down and put The Holy Qur’an on my heart but the Spirit inside me was not budging. After trying to remove the spirit for over three hours, the two men, my uncle and dad gave up. The two men told us to come back tomorrow and gave me some water to drink. They then released some information and told me that I had eaten three meals and drank one glass of milk through which the black magic was performed – I knew it was my mother in law.

 

I sat with my uncle in the car, with my mum, and my brother. My uncle then asked me who did the black magic, to which I replied “My mother in law” although I knew he didn’t believe me, I could just tell.

 

The men at mosque rang my brother in law and told him everything (My sister’s husband) which resulted in my mother in law calling to find out what they had said. However, I had told everyone not to say anything but the word eventually travelled, but my mother in law knew that the men at the mosque would attempt to make me better which is something she didn’t want. This made me extremely angry because I had been at my dad’s home, and no one had rang to ask me how I was but all of a sudden she was concerned about me ( I knew why, and it was obvious). That night she also confided in my sister saying “Everyone will think it’s me (mother in law) because your sister was fine before (before coming to her house)”. My sister described her reactions and said she was anxious and insisted it wasn’t her. Unfortunately, that information came out two months after this event which was no good to me. My sister also said that my mother in law insisted that she (sister) should ring me to see how I was so she did to which my mum replied “she isn’t well”.

 

The next morning I woke up and I was angry at my family and tired of everything. Instead of referring to my mum as mum, I would refer to her as ‘pretty lady’ and instead of referring to my dad as dad, I would refer to him as ‘that man’, I then began to refer to my youngest brother as ‘little boy’ and the eldest one as ‘boy’. I stopped speaking to my dad after this day as I believe no man has the right to hit a female, not matter what is inside of them – it is against Islam. There is just no justification for it. My uncle then came round and realized my speech wasn’t getting any better and told us to go to the two men again. I did agree to go but I first wanted to see a Shaykh which was close to the family.

 

They took me the Shaykh that is close to the family and I told him all about the situation. He told us he will give us a Taveez (talisman) and said I will get better. He also gave us the same information as the two men at the mosque – the black magic was done for a divorce. We stayed with the family Shaykh for half an hour then came home,. I was tired, wasn’t feeling hungry at all and wasn’t sleeping at all either. I had become petrified of anything white, mainly milk or milky products. I couldn’t hold milk in my hands for about 5 months because the evil spirits inside me didn’t like it.

 

At this Point my dad was on the hunt to find someone to cure me – he searched high and low. My relationship with him deteriorated, I stayed out of his way for two months, I didn’t call him and blamed him for everything.I saw several Shaykhs by this time, they all had the same answers and said the same things but couldn’t help me. However we saw one really good Shaykh and he informed us that instead of having just one female spirit with me, I now had one female spirit and 3 Jinns (demons) with me. All I wanted was someone to tell me it wasn’t my fault & that everything I am saying is the truth. The spirits and demons were still demanding divorce papers and said that was the reason for why they were sent.

 

After many months of staying indoors, I was ready to take a trip to Tesco but I didn’t want any Asian people, or too many people there. My dad was able to find a small supermarket which was mainly occupied by Caucasian people; unfortunately I wasn’t still prepared to call my dad and mum parents. Every Thursday and Friday night I would get severely ill but I did begin to love the rain. I would spend hours in it, without a coat on as I felt all my problems were being washed away – I felt light. I was now able to eat smaller portions of food at a time. The Shaykh also told my dad that the Taveez had been in my blood stream for 5 years & it takes time to take the spirits and demos away. These demons were able to tell things to the Shaykh about the past of me and my family. The Shaykh told my dad that my lower back & left rib is ‘finished’ & that I am a dead woman walking, they also said that once something is ‘finished’ they are unable to bring it back. I knew all the information prior to the Shaykh telling my dad.

 

On a Friday evening, something very unexpected happened – My knees started to bang together and my teeth felt like they were shattered whilst by jaws locked together. This happened as I was lying down whilst everyone else was asleep in bed. It started off with a tooth ache, but when it came midnight I was unable to handle the pain and I called my mum to come and look at me. She came over and told me to ring my dad so I called my dad for her and she explained everything that was happening to my dad. He arrived and took one look at me and began reciting extracts from the Holy Qur’an. After he did so, I told my dad that I wished to sit in cold water to stop my ankles rubbing together. My dad knew a place and we set off in his car – it was a beautiful place for me, It was cold in temperature and was surrounded by pebbles.I was able to sit in the cold water for three minutes feeling absolutely fine. As soon as I had touched the cold water it released me from this fit type effect. My knees & ankles stopped crushing together. This would happen to me every Thursday and Friday night and if I recall properly, there were times where it was horrendous. Physically, I was wasting away, emotionally I was drained and I had no means of improving. I was exhausted and I was tired of pursuing life, I gave up on my life – no doubt about it. Another strange that would happen at times was that my mentality would become like a babies one, I would act a react to situations as a child would, unaware of wrong from right. If I didn’t like what someone was saying I would spit on them. When my brothers would argue and swear, I would repeat those words to my mum and dad – not knowing that they were inappropriate words so therefore they would say “You don’t say that” and explain things to me as parents do to a child.

 

Finally meeting Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi – the cure to my illnesses!

 

It was now September 2012, I explained to my dad that my situation wasn’t improving and I informed them of a dream I had where I saw a figure in white, but before seeing this figure my family were talking about going to Birmingham to see Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi. I went to sleep that night with great difficulty but the following morning my dad decided to take me to Birmingham. Me, My brothers, sister, mum & dad all got into the car. My dad placed the key in ignition by the engine would not start even with great force and efforts. After trying for 15 minutes the car eventually started up, I always had faith that it would however no one was able to understand why it happened. A hour and thirty minutes into the journey, my eyes kept closing, I found it hard to stay awake even though I wasn’t tired. I knew that the evil spirits were brainwashing me, I would hear them feed “I will take your life away if you go to see Hazrat” in my ears although I knew they were unable to such a thing without the permission of Allah SWT. Throughout the struggle of this dreadful situation, it was my faith which was my strength and it brought me through.

 

We arrived at the mosque, took our shoes off, went inside and we were led through a room that was beautiful. I saw on the chair whilst my parents and siblings were sat on the floor. Hazrat spoke to me asking my name, where I am from etc. but he was indirectly speaking to the spirits. Hazrat got no answer from the spirits but instead I was in pain and began to cry as my left rib was hurting and my left ear was burning, it felt as if someone placed a burning coal on one side of my ear and my ability of talking / my speech deteriorated. Hazrat Banaras Owaisi explained to my parents that I have Taveez in my blood stream, there have been there for five years but there are fresh ones which have been fed to me. Hazrat also said that the person who had done it was one of our own and that these spirits came for a reason which was s divorce. Hazrat Banaras Owaisi confirmed that there is a charreal and 3 jinns with me but it didn’t stop there, the horrendous news was still to come. Hazrat Banaras Owaisi informed me and us of something which was the worst possible news to me: that I had a matter of only two weeks until I have a stroke and on average about 2 months until I died. Hazrat said that the loss of speech was a sign of a stroke however they congratulated me for coming to them just in time. I was devastated to hear that I only had 2 weeks until I had a stroke and maybe a few months to live! I was sat in the chair and when Hazrat told us that information, I jumped out of my chair and I begged them “I don’t want to die”. I was in tears, I held my hands together and I begged for this nightmare to be over. Hazrat then explained that we had come just in time and that he can help me with the will of Allah SWT.

 

Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi touched my heart because he then said “You are my daughter” and placed my head on their heart - I will never forget that day.

 

Hazrat Shaykh Banaras Owaisi made a Taveez in front of myself for me to drink with water; the taste of the Taveez was sweet as honey. When I had begun to drink this, I felt my internal organs were being cleansed and purified. As we sat there and as I recollected my thoughts & regained self control, I had now two wishes within my heart at that moment. Without me saying anything, Hazrat told me and my family exactly what they were without any expression from me. My first wish was to be bayt with him (Pledge my allegiance to him & become his student) and the second wish was to do Umrah. My members of family were shocked to hear these two wishes of mine coming from Hazrat as was I, because I hadn’t told them that I would like to accomplish those two things.

 

To my astonishment, Hazrat asked me to look into their psalms and they opened their hands from a form of a fist to open psalm, with the psalm facing my face. As Hazrat opened his psalms for the first time I saw the Khana Kab’ah (the sacred house of Allah in Saudi Arabia), I screamed with excitement “It’s the Khana Kab’ah!” Hazrat then closed their psalm again and blew upon it and opened it once again. This time I saw Madina Munaawara (The Mosque of the Holy Prophet Muhammad S.A.W (in Saudi Arabia) & I felt the same excitement. Hazrat smiled and asked me to look into their psalms for the final time. As I looked it wasn’t quite clear what it was so I shouted “I can’t see anything” and then Hazrat said “Look a bit closer” and then added “It’s a book”, I then screamed and said “It’s the Quraane-paak (The Holy Qur’an)”. My family were astonished to the events that just took place in front of their eyes to which Hazrat said “These are the three things which are close to this girls heart, she will accomplish this in her near future”

 

Hazrat further told me that he was going to give me a Taveez to drink for 21 days in water & then InshAllah (God-Willing) I am to come back after that period. After the period had passed I went back to see Hazrat with the ability to speak better but Hazrat was really happy to see me healthy and better. As I sat down he was surprised to how well and quickly I had recovered from the last time I had come. I said that I came to perform bayt (Pledge of allegiance and become his student) as did my family to which Hazrat then said “Yeah that’s okay, you all can from our Prophet (Peace be Upon Him)”. We then had to make a chain starting with dad, putting our rand hand each other’s shoulder in a line so that we all were linked one by one to our dad. Dad then had to put his hand on the Holy Qur’an and Hazrat put their hands on top of my Dads. As Hazrat began to recite and pray, all we were told to do was say “Ameen” which is translated to ‘Amen’ in English. As the procedure finished we were told that the reason to why we had to put our hands on the Holy Qur’an was because it would act as a witness of our allegiance and becoming student of Hazrat the Day of Judgement. Hazrat then laughed, and then added “We were waiting for this moment (for you to do pledge allegiance and become students) as we have got sweets that have come from Pakistan”. We all then had a piece and congratulated each other As we were getting ready to leave, I was told to write up my experience so that I could both get over this mortifying chapter of my life & also try help other people through this piece of writing – thus also acting as a form of charity on my behalf. However, Hazrat said that in order for me to recover quicker I would have to drink a milkshake. Hazrat said there three ingredients will help with the organs and my speech. The following were the ingredients:

  • Pomegranate
  • Milk
  • Honey

A few weeks after drinking this milkshake, I was seeing a lot of difference in my speech, memory, weight & skin colour. I feel like a new person everyday and thank Hazrat every night before I go bed. He comes into my dreams as soon as I mention their name and appear to me in radiant white clothing, he then smiles and then disappears. I feel safe and I know that they were the one who was meant to help me as I was losing hope and I then found him with the Help of Allah, All praise is to Allah SWT. I am living a new life which is given through Hazrat. There are no words to describe how I feel or any words enough to thank him all I can say is Alhamdulillah (All praise belongs to Allah SWT), Allah SWT is the Greatest. I know now if I ever had a problem I call upon Hazrat and with the Will of Allah SWT, everything will be okay.

 

I thank Hazrat for everything they have done for me from the bottom of my heart. May they have a long, healthy, happy life. Ameen.

 

Thank you so much Hazrat Gi.

@ Halifax, Yorkshire