Today, when I looked towards baji, I visualize the picture of my grandmother more than my mother. Every night she would recite complete darood-e-akbar at the time of Tahajjud. Her name was ‘Jannat Khatoon’ as was the name nature send her on the floor of jannat. She was a center of prayers. She loved his orphan nephew too much whom she had breast fed. Today she is with me all the time. Whenever I feel any trouble I sense as if she is with me. When her young brother and sister in law died, they left two orphan children behind them. Grandma use to say that I did not have any milk, my son was grown up and I prayed to Allah while reciting darood sharif that Oh Allah! This child is an infant and his sister is elder, how will they be fed milk? She said that when I started reciting darood sharif as usual at night and the orphan infant was crying in my lap, I just put him close to my chest and was astonished to see that the infant was drinking milk comfortably, nature had arranged the milk from these old bones. Today, it is the result of this milk that all his children are pious and have seen the holy roza of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) many times, even today it is the blessing of darood sharif in this blood that whenever they feel any trouble they resolve it only with darood sharif. They do not see anything else beyond Allah S.W.T and Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).
