ABU RAYYAN, QADIAN
I had never written before, nor had I intended to. However, after seeing Light of Islam’s invitation for readers to share their Khilafat stories, I felt compelled to put my thoughts into words.
The dearest place to me in this temporary world is the abode of Khilafat, and perhaps some of the memories and experiences connected to it may help readers realise that the successor of the Prophet, the Khalifa-e-Waqt, is truly the comfort and peace of our hearts.
I remember when I was a child, Hazrat Khalifatul Masih IVrh used to conduct classes for children on MTA, where he taught valuable religious and worldly lessons through games and interactive activities. On one occasion, I drew a picture on a small piece of paper and faxed it to Huzoor. A few days later, I was pleasantly surprised when Huzoor displayed my drawing during the MTA class and mentioned that it had been sent by a child from Qadian.
That loving gesture remains one of my most cherished memories. More importantly, from that day onwards, a desire to write to Khalifatul Masih was born in my heart. We grew up sending letters and drawings to Huzoor, and eventually entered the blessed era of Hazrat Khalifatul Masih Vaba.
As I grew older, I began writing to beloved Huzoor, requesting prayers for my examinations and other personal matters. Those who eagerly await a response from Huzoor know well that the joy of receiving an envelope from London is beyond description.
Through his prayers, Huzoor is connected to every aspect of my life. There is only one address to which I turn to express every sorrow and happiness, every emotion and condition of the heart: Islamabad, Tilford.
For me, every reply from Huzoor arrives precisely when it is needed. This is no strange coincidence, for the support of God—the Knower of the Unseen—is always with His Khalifa.
Once, during an illness, I became anxious about my medical test results and sent a prayer request to Huzoor. When the reply arrived, my heart was filled with peace and reassurance. The anxiety that had troubled me disappeared. Likewise, whenever I became spiritually negligent or felt weak in offering my obligatory and voluntary prayers, I would write to Huzoor. Each reply brought renewed hope and strength into my life.
By the grace of Allah and through the kindness of Huzoor, I was once blessed with the opportunity to visit London. I regard this blessing as a fruit of my humble love for the Khalifa. When I met Huzoor, it felt as though I had been embraced by his affection and care.
Our beloved master, Prophet Muhammadsa, taught us that we should love for our brothers what we love for ourselves. Therefore, I wish to share a beautiful moment from that meeting. I bowed my head before Huzoor, hoping to receive the blessing of his touch. Huzoor placed his hand on my head and smilingly remarked, “This is your cap”, affectionately pointing out that it was my cap, not my head, that he was touching. That moment became so precious to me that one could spend a lifetime cherishing its memory. Therefore, whenever anyone is blessed with the opportunity to meet the Khalifa, I pray that they too may experience such unforgettable moments.
This bond of love began in my childhood and is now creating cherished memories in my son’s childhood as well. During that same meeting, when I presented my son’s letter, written in broken Urdu, Huzoor, out of his compassion and kindness, wrote a prayer on it.
Every letter is a story. Every letter is a source of motivation. Every line carries new life and renewed hope.
This beloved institution and this bond of love are not temporary; they are everlasting, for Khilafat is a divine promise mentioned by God in the Holy Quran. Therefore, every Ahmadi should attach their heart to Khilafat and strive to strengthen this blessed relationship. And undoubtedly, it is the Khalifa who can take you by the hand and guide you towards the true love and cognition of God.
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