Rup-e-muhammad

Dear readers,
Given below is a true story taken from the website www.rupemuhammad.blog.com.

In order to get all the details, I suggest you visit the site and explore the other tags such as scriptures, translation, messages and so on.
This site holds great information for Muslims and Non-Muslims alike to ponder over.
Currently, Ulemah and other Scholars are doing research on it and trying to judge its worth.
The story below would help you get the real picture, so read on!!

STORY

INTRODUCTION
I do believe that Muhammad(pbuh) is the last messenger and Qur'an is the last Book revealed by Allah, but this website is holding the truth how Muhammad(pbuh) made his appearance once again in this world and how new surahs and verses are noted down. Evidences are produced on the basis of when and where it happened. I am not entitled to change the wordings of the verses. However, permission has been granted to conceal whereever required for the time being.



Biography
THE RETURN OF MUHAMMAD (Peace Be Upon Him)

12th August 1992, there was a heavy rain storm in the City. All the roads were flooded with water. The entire city was involved and the whole transport system was badly affected. My wife was admitted to the hospital, as she was expecting a baby. This particular day was fixed for her operation, so I had to rush to the hospital urgently. It appeared impossible both for me and the doctor to reach there. Fortunately we managed it somehow. The Doctor did the operation, and my second son stepped into this world.

This was Nabeel, sallow colored, ordinary looking baby, bearing no special features except large beautiful eyes that were prominent on his face. I was very happy being blessed by such a beautiful gift from Almighty Allah. Apparently, he started his life in a similar way like others but during infancy we noticed that he was finding it hard in sucking milk and in breathing as well, particularly during his sleep. This made him very uncomfortable. After his checkup enlarged Adenoids were diagnosed. Adenoidectomy was performed by the surgeon and he got a relief. Initially we were worried, but after the surgery we were relieved. We thought that the trouble was over, and so life would be easy for him now. However, I did not have the slightest clue that what my son would face in the future.

At the age of one, we observed that Nabeel could hardly stand on his feet, as his leg muscles were weak. It took him years to stand upright. At this stage it was not possible for him to keep his balance. Falling every now and then, and getting hurt, made him cry all the time. We approached a Doctor again for his checkup. This time nature had something tragic in store for me. Here, I was told that Nabeel was suffering from a rare and fatal disease known as “DMD” (Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy).The Consultant told me further that by the passage of time this child will become handicap and survive till the age of 20 years at the most. No treatment of this disease so far has been discovered in this world. It was very shocking for me, I found myself helpless. I had been given no option to choose from. I was feeling alone with no one to console or accompany me but my worries that constantly occupied my mind. I myself, being a professional doctor, could hardly do anything for my own son. This was too much for me and I felt as if someone had directly stabbed into my heart.

I was suggested to try alternative way of treatment such as Hakimi or Homeopathic medicines. I did so without giving it a second thought, and I went wherever I could see a glimpse of hope, but each time my hopes were shattered.

Early in his 4th class. I had to discontinue his studies considering his health, as the disease was in progress and disturbing his routine work. At this stage we were asked to go for spiritual treatment. I visited many great spiritual personalities of that time along with my son and requested them to pray for him, in the hope that their prayers, if not ours, would be granted by Allah to whom they are very close. Initially, they all were hopeful, but ultimately they had to give up.

I was totally upset and confused as time was running short when one of my friends suggested me to go to the Shrine of Shah Yaqeeq.

It is a sacred place where incurable cases like Nabeel’s can be treated spiritually. Nonetheless, one has to stay there for at least a few days and must visit there every month to achieve the benefits. It appeared impossible, because my financial condition was not permitting me to do so. I was running a private clinic, the sole source of my income, which badly suffered because of my involvement with Nabeel. Added to that, the shrine was located in an interior village of the country, and going there was hard enough to be a problem. I could not expect any sort of assistance from other sources. My relatives never took it seriously. I was the only one to deal with it. When we ran out of options, we decided at last to go, and visited the Shrine during Eid-ul-Fitr vacations in year 2002 for the first time in our lives. And so began a cycle that appeared to be never ending. We had to visit on a monthly basis regularly. We obeyed the rule. However, after years of journeys I still didn’t notice an inch of improvement in Nabeel’s health. Due to that I often decided not to go anymore, but one way or the other I had to.

The obstacles and problems that we had to face were indeed troublesome. As Nabeel’s health was worsening at an alarming rate, I could visualize that the disease was slowly but surely moving towards its horrible end.

In the vicinity of the village there were many other shrines as well. We had to visit them too, on each occasion. I and my family carrying Nabeel on our back kept on moving in the jungles and valleys of Sindh, hoping that someday somewhere we would find what we have come to achieve.

All this time Nabeel was under the impression that he will get well very soon, and these saints will definitely treat him. He planned that soon after recovery he will rejoin his school which he desperately wanted to. He was very fond of studies and always secured 1st position in his class. He was gifted by Allah with a very intellectual mind but was helpless with regard to his health. That poor child didn’t know that even at these sacred places he won’t get the benefit he had traveled so far to achieve.

We were often told some surprising and astonishing stories of Hazrat Shah Yaqeeq during our stay, by the locals and those who had been visiting for a long time. Initially we took it seriously and got impressed. However, as time progressed they began to loose their appeal, and so they appeared to be no more than a fancy. We were still waiting for some miracle to happen, which we thought was not possible.

I remember a single incident quite vividly which may be considered as a miracle. Once while we were in the village, sitting in an open farm that led to the vast fields ahead, Nabeel rubbed his index finger on the palm of the other hand unintentionally, and found Hazrat Shah Yaqeeq himself was talking to him. He moved his finger in much the same way again then Hazrat Shah Moosa, the elder brother of Hazrat Shah Yaqeeq spoke to him this time. Nabeel himself looked very happy but surprised and said “I can talk to many Saints just by rubbing this finger on my palm. This is my telephone!” he exclaimed excitedly. I got interested and asked him to do it again. He did so and this time Hazrat Baba Fareed-ud-din Ganj Shakar, then Hazrat Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti talked to him.

“What did they say?” I asked. After offering salaam they said, “You will get well soon Nabeel”, he replied. He kept on moving his finger again and again when Hazrat Data Ganj Baksh and then Hazrat Abdul Qadir Jillani famous as “Ghous Pak” spoke to him and exchanged almost the same wordings. We burst with joy when our holy prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (pbuh) personally spoke to him and assured him not to worry you will definitely get well soon. Thereafter this process of conversation ended. Our excitement persisted the following days after these valuable words of assurance by such a great personality, soon after we came out of this state of hallucination. By the passage of time, this event totally slipped from our minds.

After nine months of exhausting experience, I finally decided not to visit any more and left the Shrine for good. My firm decision drew a journey of many years to a close, in a way I hadn’t expected. I had been hopeful but now I was hopeless. In the last few months I had experienced another change in Nabeel’s lifestyle. He used to get scared time to time particularly at bedtimes. He was even afraid to sleep. Further he said that he hears voices strange and unusual in nature.

“Someone calls me by my name,” he told.

In response to it Nabeel used to shiver, for reasons I do not know. I had to sleep with him just to overcome his fear. My duty was to assure him, as I thought it might be some ghost or other evil spirit possessed by Nabeel, and was now bothering him.

These sounds kept on coming on regular intervals and still do, but the time as well as the reaction of Nabeel has changed. For us now it’s no more a secret.

12th July 2003 we were invited by our relatives in a party, where I hired an Artist to draw Nabeel’s portrait. I had lost every hope at that time and I wanted to keep his portrait as a memorial for the rest of my life. I knew quite well that we were going to lose him in near future.

On 12th August 2003 we celebrated his birthday and invited all the family members. That same night in late hours when the party was over Nabeel started feeling uncomfortable, and complained of severe backache, body ache and even headache which were intolerable for him. He was restless and crying in agony. This pain was accompanied by vomiting. I ran from one room to another holding Nabeel in my arms aimlessly. Being a Doctor I could distinguish that this was not a medical case, because the symptoms were not related to any particular disease.

As we had been told when visiting the Shrine that Nabeel was possessed by an evil spirit. I thought this could be it, and immediately started reciting Quranic verses and in the mean time kept on blowing on Nabeel, but nothing worked. He remained as such for about two hours and after few spells of vomits he became normal. Then it started happening on a daily basis. It was quite strange that he used to remain normal throughout the day and the moment I return home, it starts. It used to start at midnight and lasts for about two hours daily.

On fourth day I planned to get hold of this devil which in my view was hurting my son. On 15th August 2003 the moment I saw Nabeel getting upset yet again and feeling uneasy. I turned on the Qawali (a holy rhyme) on the cassette player. In the meantime I put a sheet of Shrine on the restless Nabeel which I had especially brought to deal with such sort of odd things. I was fully prepared to catch the evil. Then I noticed that Nabeel’s condition reverted back to normal but another personality seemed to appear and was pretty much enjoying the music.

I summoned all my courage and wisdom and asked for his introduction, which he refused flatly. Since then we kept on meeting him round the clock for the next month or so. Perhaps all this time he knew who we were, but we didn’t know who he was until one day. During this period we were totally cutoff from the rest of the world. No one else was aware of this situation except my family members. An old acquaintance of mine luckily got a chance to meet him. It was a new experience for him too.

Once that stranger expressed his desire to meet with those people with whom we had spent a lot of time at Shah Yaqeeq. It was the group of people who had been visiting the Shrine since long. They live in Karachi, and so we invited them at our home. An old lady who was the group leader identified him at once as ‘Saeen Baba’ with his accent. This was an unbelievable discovery for us. I can describe his history in brief. Hazrat Saeen Ali Mustan was his full name. He had died eight months before we visited 1st time at the shrine. He was drunk with the love of Allah. Such people in Sufi terminology are known as “Mast.” Little did I know that such a thing could possibly happen?

This lady and other group members were deputed as caretaker for him. He could speak Sindhi and Arabic only. We had seen his shrine many times and had been there as well. That day we came to know that this wasn’t an evil spirit but an honorable Sufi Saint. After that “Saeen Baba” was no more a stranger to us. We became familiar with each other and developed a very good relationship. His main job was to remove all the evil forces from our house and thereby make the house free of any evil. He advised us to restart visiting Shah Yaqeeq, which we had left incomplete.

In the last one week of his stay another Sufi saint appeared. He was Hazrat Shah Mughal Been, the 1st Caliph of the famous “Ghous Pak.” His shrine is in Jaati, a village in the neighborhood of Shah Yaqeeq village. He was very strict in nature, and couldn’t stand even our slightest mistakes. He kept on coming turn by turn along with Saeen Baba for about a week. He shared the same task as him.

After enjoying a wonderful company that lasted a month another saint Hazrat Abdul Qadir Jillani (Ghous Pak) made his appearance.

He is the leader of all Sufi Saints (known as Wali). His shrine is in Baghdad, Iraq. The moment he arrived, Saeen Baba and Mughal Been stopped visiting us. Ghous Pak kept on visiting for at least two months. We were enjoying his company then. In his early days he perfected the house spiritually. He selected one room for his sitting, and gave instruction for its proper setting. We kept on acting upon his advice, and dedicated our lives in a fairly honest manner to the proceedings that were taking place.

We got our self involved unintentionally and unwillingly in all those activities which we could not even dream of. The aim of Nabeel’s treatment was left behind as we moved on. Nabeel’s health was progressively getting worse. We informed Ghous Pak and requested him to pray for Nabeel’s health. He assured each time by telling us that Almighty Allah will definitely give health to Nabeel.

“This is my promise to you” was his reply that still ring in my ears. He often used to say that “you people do not know the exalted status of Nabeel.” “He holds a very special rank in Allah’s sight.” He told us.

We were not able to extract the actual meaning from his statement at that time. It was hard to believe, a person suffering from a deadly disease is going to be cured, and will survive, and most surprisingly has been granted by Allah a very noble position. “Is it possible?” I wondered. Being a Muslim I have faith that Allah can give life to dead, He is the sole Creator, Sustainer and Cherisher of this Universe about which we know so little, each living soul depends on Him for its very existence, the seas and oceans roar by His permission and the Sun and the Moon obey His commands. Nevertheless, there were doubts in my mind that such a thing could happen with my son.

Ghous Pak kept on coming and we discussed different subjects with him. Meanwhile Nabeel’s spiritual treatment started. It used to begin at 3.00 pm till 4.30 pm sharp daily, consisting of several body jerks and few spells of vomiting perhaps for the purification of both the interior and exterior of Nabeel. The treatment, conducted before me, was very unique and miraculous.

This story took a very interesting and beautiful turn when ‘Ghous Pak’ gave us a big surprise. He told us that our prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (pbuh) will be here in a few minutes. This was way beyond surprising. In fact, it’s pretty hard to express in any word known to me. We had never dreamed of it, but here some unseen dream was going to be true. After giving proper instruction with respect to His (pbuh) reception Ghous Pak said goodbye, left behind his worthy memories and never returned.

Just after his departure, Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) arrived. We had heard about him from our grandparents, read about him in Books, learned his Biography at school, yet here he was the most beloved personality of the Creator Himself before us. We were watching a miracle as it was happening. I can recall, it was 17th of Ramadan probably 12th November 2003. Initially, I thought Prophet being such a great personality had come for not more than a few days, or perhaps his first visit would be his last as well. For that matter I kept on saving garlands which I had been putting around Prophet daily, but I was wrong indeed. I want to make it clear that these personalities mentioned above were invisible to us, but visible to Nabeel only and all we could do, through the courtesy of Nabeel who was a vector in these affairs.

Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) is still with us and arrives regularly. His personality can not be best described in words, but I can assure you that of course He (pbuh) is great. I have tried and still try to highlight his (pbuh) personality through my poetry with reference to my day to day experience.

We have learned about true Islamic teaching in His (pbuh) company. I thought that I was the luckiest person on earth. With the arrival of Muhammad (pbuh) our life style changed forever. Many restrictions had been imposed on us. My family was not allowed to make any personal contact with our relatives. I was exempted as I had to go to my clinic. No one was allowed to enter in my house. I had to do all the household chores by myself. Nabeel was confined to his house only. The relatives and family friends were not allowed to see him.

In these days Nabeel’s prayer (worship) started which included the recitation of Quran, offering of prayers, fasting, and in addition to that an isolated form of worship known as “Chillah”. Nabeel has been taught Quran by Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).

The visits to Shah Yaqeeq were as usual, but now the sending authority was Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) himself. These restrictions remain imposed on us for about three years or so. It was 30th June 2006 when finally they were lifted. A religious gathering specifically aimed to praise Muhammad (pbuh) – popularly known as Mahfil- was arranged on 4th of July 2006. It marked the completion of Nabeel’s prayer (chillah). All the family members were invited. They availed this opportunity with great interest. Almost all of them were very eager to join and see with their own eyes whatever that was happening. They had been given the honor to meet with Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).They all were very impressed and acknowledged that it was indeed based on truth.

After that we were allowed to open this secret to family friends too. Different people responded differently. Those who refused to believe declared me as a psychic patient who has lost his mind. This bitter fact was hard for them to admire.

They put questions, such as the teachings of Islam have been completed a long time before and no message will ever come from Allah, why should we believe in this?

According to them neither the Quran nor the Hadith of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) give any indication of such a happening.

It was then when I realized that my position was not only awkward but vulnerable as well. This is a very sensitive issue to touch and the moment it is publicized it may result in a chaos, and cause deep trouble to me and my family consequently. Doing so would be like preparing for my own assassination.

For that reason I decided to consult some religious scholars and seek their guidance. So I went to Allamah Hasan Haqqani, Mufti Munib-ur-Rehman and Mufti Ather Naeemi, respectively. I am very sorry to say that none of them took any interest in it. Their attitude was very insulting and I, my elder son, and Nabeel were treated with disdain. I was very disappointed to see these ill-tempered and ill-mannered religious scholars of ours, whom we follow blindly. I believed initially that they would be very understanding, whereas after this incident my view of them has changed. They didn’t give me any chance to explain that Nabeel has been given very important messages from Muhammad (pbuh) and asked to deliver them at any cost. As these attempts failed we decided to look for other alternatives at our disposal.

We admit that we are not very religious people. We are ordinary Muslims and sinners on top of that. We bear no special quality whatsoever. By whatever reason we have been blessed by this very special gift, is known to Allah alone. We have heard and read a lot about Muhammad (pbuh), but here I see the same Muhammad in a totally different Rup (appearance). I fear who is going to accept this Rup of Muhammad (pbuh).

I agree, whatever has been going on in my house and the events that have taken place do not correlate with basic Islamic ideology and philosophy. I expressed my apprehensions before Muhammad (pbuh). He (pbuh) asked me the following questions:

1- Do you believe in Allah?

2- Do you believe that there is nothing impossible for Allah?

3- Do you believe that Allah is the one who can give life to the dead?

4- Do you believe that Allah possesses the power of sending Me (Muhammad pbuh) once again in this world?

5- Do you believe that Allah can cure Nabeel’s ailing?

I couldn’t say “NO” to any one of them so, I replied positively. I put forward the same questions before every Muslim to reply with best of his knowledge and belief.

The day Muhammad (pbuh) has arrived miracles have happened. One among them is how we see Nabeel’s lifeless and motionless hand starts functioning on its own and writes down all the messages revealed in the presence of Muhammad (pbuh).

Today Nabeel is 14 years of age, totally handicapped and confined to bed. No body movement is possible. He can not eat or drink by himself. He is suffering from multiple joint deformities, Kyphoscoliosis and flaccid skeletal muscles of the body but his brain function is normal with no intellectual retardation. Of course he is suffering from DMD, yet he has been assured by Muhammad (pbuh) that the promised miracle will happen and he will enjoy his normal life.

Nabeel is still busy in his routine worship under the supervision of Muhammad (pbuh). The room previously selected by Hazrat Ghous Pak is now turned into Chillah-e- Rasool-e-Pak, where Muhammad (pbuh) does his worship most of the time. The room next to it is converted into a Mosque as instructed, called Masjid-e-Rasool-e-Pak, where Muhammad (pbuh) along with His (pbuh) companions (Sahabah) offers their daily prayers. A small area adjacent to Chillah Rasool-e-Pak is allotted to Nabeel for his worship. These are sacred places indeed. I made open few secrets here others, will be disclosed at appropriate time.

Finally, I am giving some documentary evidences to substantiate my story. It consists of medical reports, few messages, Muhammad’s latest scriptures and images. All these evidences speak by themselves and need no further explanation. I invite all the Ulema, Scholars, Islamic and non Islamic organizations for their cooperation and ask them to express their views. Their comments and enquiries will be appreciated with great pleasure. This issue is also open for debates and discussions.

Further I appeal to the President of Pakistan, for the safety and protection of our lives and property.


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