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Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah. My respected late father named me Arif Ullah Chowdhury. Of course, he started my brothers' names begain with S M. He also started it's for mine too.
But when he took me to school, the school sirs, while entering my name in the school, dropped the two words S M at the beginning of the name because the name was getting too big. Which I asked my father one day and my father told me like this.
My name is of Arabic origin and is a Muslim name. It means the one who introduces my creator Allahu Ta'ala.
So, so that I can make this meaning of my name meaningful, at the beginning of writing, I seek prayers from everyone and start writing in the name of the Most Gracious and in His power.
May Allahu Ta'ala grant me the tawfeeq, which will continue until my death, Insha'Allah.
We are 3 brothers; 2 sisters. I am the youngest among the brothers.
Starting from my elder brother, I have mentioned the names of all my brothers and sisters below-
1. S M Shahidullah Chowdhury
2. Harisha Akhter
3. Rokeya Akhter
4. Hasina Akhter
5. Selina Akhter
6. S M Sharafat Ullah Chowdhury
7. Arif Ullah Chowdhury
These two sisters of mine mentioned in the above 3rd and 4th numbers, died of complex diseases long before my birth. Rokeya Akhter, she died of tetanus when she was 8 years old. And Hasina Akhter, she died of dysentery when she was 9 years old. Which is what my mother told me.
I hope to Almighty Allah to grant my two late sisters the highest place in Jannatul Firdaus; since they died at a young age. And I pray to my Almighty Lord that I can meet my sisters in the highest seat of Jannatul Firdaus soon after my death.
Since my two sisters died long before I was born, I have mentioned above that I have 2 sisters. That is, I have only mentioned the 2 who are alive.
That means, including the 2 sisters who died, we are 3 brothers and 4 sisters. That is, my parents are the father and mother of 7 children.
My father's name is Siddique Ahmed. According to the Bangladesh NID card, his date of birth was 01 January 1927. His father's name, meaning my grandfather's name is the late Abdur Rahman and his mother's name, meaning my grandfather's name is the late Afzal Bia. His NID number is 3012943174557. His permanent address: 123 Gobindapur, Hajir Bazar-3900, Feni Sadar, Feni.
He belonged to the Muslim community and was a Bangladeshi citizen by birth.
My father's death date: 06 November 2012
According to the records, my father was 85 years, 10 months and 5 days old at the time of his death.
I pray for the forgiveness of my father's soul and pray for his high seat in Jannatul Firdaus.
My mother's name is Halima Khatun. Her mother's, that is, my grandmother's name is deceased Acia Khatun. My mother's date of birth: 01 July 1948. Her NID number: 3012943174560. According to the NID card, my mother's current age is 76 years 5 months 27 days. By the infinite mercy of Allahu Ta'ala, my mother is still alive.
The house where my mother was born, my maternal grandfather's house, was in Majupur village of Daulatpur union in Feni district, Bangladesh. But later they left this address permanently and settled in the hilly region of Dantmara Bazar, Chittagong (Heyakon) and are still there. Nothing remains of them in Daulatpur, Feni. They now live permanently in Dantmara Bazar, this hilly region. That is, my late maternal grandfather's current permanent address is Dantmara Bazar, Chittagong.
My mother is of the Sayed family and is a Bangladeshi citizen by birth.
The birth dates of my mother and father mentioned in the NID card are not actually true. Because the Bangladesh government has only made NID cards a few years ago. The government of this country started making NID cards at least 45 years after my mother's birth. As a result, an estimated date was set when it was made.
In reality, my father passed away at the age of approximately 95 years and my mother's current age would be around 90 years (as of 24/12/2024).
I wish my mother a long and blessed life.
Although my father gave me and my brothers the surname Chaudhry; but I do not want to remain in this surname given by my father, but I give my and my children the surname of my mother's lineage, Sayed, and very soon I will drop Chaudhry in the affidavit of my mother, myself and my children's names and add Sayed at the beginning of all our names, Insha'Allah. That is, we are not members of the Chaudhry clan; we are members of the Sayed clan. That means that my lineage and that of all my heirs are the lineage of Hazrat Muhammad (S:). And all of our future generations will have the lineage of Sayed only from the maternal and paternal sides. Which started from Hazrat Muhammad (S:) and its beginning from Hazrat Ali (R:) and Hazrat Fatima (R:).
Therefore, we are the heirs of Hazrat Muhammad (S:).
To know in detail how and from what source we are the heirs or Sayeds of the Prophet (S:), you can-
My childhood:
(0-12 years, 1976-1987, from birth to completion of primary education):
The date of birth written on my NID card (01/06/1977) is not actually true. My elder brother told me this. According to him, my age has been reduced by at least 1 year on the NID card. I think the school may have done this so that there is an extra year of opportunity to get a job. Because at that time there was no rule for child birth certificate entry or NID card in Bangladesh. When students registered for the SSC exam, the first thing a student had to do was provide his date of birth. Before registering for the SSC exam, date of birth was not required at any stage in Bangladesh. And there was no rule for those who were not studying to enter their date of birth anywhere.
In Bangladesh, the government first started the process of issuing birth certificates to citizens of this country in approximately 1995. And I took the SSC exam in 1993.
I still remember clearly (30/12/2024), my father, along with my middle brother, admitted me to Gobindpur Government Primary School when I was about 5 or 6 years old in 1983.
I still remember very well, when I was going to school to get admitted, I was saying to my middle brother with a mixture of curiosity and fear, Brother! What will they do to me in school!? Of course, there was someone else with me! Then they made fun of me a little!
Today, I really wish that I could see my good memories in the form of a video in heaven!?
Insha'Allah, by the infinite mercy of the Lord, I might be able to! It is no longer possible to go back to my childhood!
Then around 1989, I successfully completed my 5-year primary education level, meaning I passed the 5th grade.
However, while I was in the 5th grade, due to lack of proper understanding with my father and the school authorities, he did not teach me for 1 year, meaning he did not let me go to school.
My adolescence:
(13-17 years, 1988-1992, from primary school completion to SSC, meaning secondary school completion):
After passing 5th grade, I got admitted as usual to Gobindapur High School in my village, which is located next to Gobindapur Government Primary School.
From here, I passed SSC in the 2nd division in the science group in the 1993 examination. The examination was held at the beginning of the year. I did not get the 1st division due to a few marks in this examination.
I would have, but due to lack of money, I could not buy any guide books or note books at the right time! My father did not have enough money to give me private lessons for at least a month! I did not have a home tutor. Also, since I myself became more intelligent, I spent more time listening to music, watching TV, etc. instead of reading textbooks.
I remember, when I was a child, I told a relative of my elder brother's wife's side that it would have been better if I had been educated in a madrasa!
I remember my father telling me to memorize the Holy Quran when I was a child.
But I don't know why he didn't!
Oh my! If he had taught me in a memorization of holy Quran's school; and if I had become a memorized of the Quran and it's a scholar, it would have been so much better for me!
But on the contrary, after I passed the eighth grade, my father did not want me to study or read anymore.
He wanted to teach me tailoring and send me abroad. But I did not agree to this. Rather, I blamed my father for this.
Perhaps he wanted this due to financial difficulties, or from the bitter family and social consequences of the conflicting three: money, education, and my right-wing behavior.
At this time, that is, when I was in the eighth grade, I gave up studying and ran away from home to Chittagong. But later, unable to find a way out, I returned on my own.
My youth:
(From the age of 18 or from 1993 AD or from the time I got admitted to Diploma Engineering and Insha'Allah it will continue till I reach adulthood)
Secondary education level, meaning after passing SSC, I got admitted to Feni Polytechnic Institute in 1993. Here I completed a 3-year (currently 4-years now) Diploma in Engineering course in Electrical Technology under Bangladesh Technical Education Board. And in 1997, I participated in the Diploma Engineering 6th Part Final Examination from Bangladesh Technical Teachers Training College, Tejgaon, Dhaka (since Feni Polytechnic Institute was closed at that time due to political conflict) and passed in 2nd division.
At that time, I read novels and religious books more than studying textbooks. I even wrote a novel; but I could not publish it.
After completing my Diploma in Engineering, I looked for a government job for some time and got admitted, probably for a period of 4 months, to study the Industrial Factory Related Electrical Trade Course at Bangladesh Industrial Technical Assistance Center (BITAC), Tejgaon, Dhaka.
Before completing the course, someone took me to Kalagachhia Union High School, Bandar, Narayanganj to appear for the General Electrician Trade examination for the post of Trade Instructor.
In the examination, I secured 1st place among about 40/50 competitors and joined the said post as a technical teacher on 8 February 2000. My index number was 802218.
I was teaching with a good reputation through my qualifications, skills, generosity, simplicity, respect for elders, piety and love for students. The students and the locals were quite satisfied with me. They were so happy with me that I may never be able to express it in words. This forced the teachers to respect me and love me.
I stayed in a lodging nearby. Because initially I did not receive much salary from the school. With the little I received from the school, my house rent and food were not possible. So I was forced to stay in the lodging.
Students started coming to me in droves for private lessons. But since the landlord did not agree to it, I could not continue private lessons.
Since I was not registered with the government, I did not even have the courage to rent a house. Even then, I searched a lot for a house to rent. But the locals were not willing to pay any house rent as I was a bachelor.
The small hut I was given to stay in at the lodging house, which was built in front of the lodging house owners' house, separate from their main house.
Meanwhile, it seems to have taken a little more than 6 months to get the government registration as a teacher.
Then this year, that is, around September 2000, I had a fever that I will probably remember forever.
School students used to come to my small room with lots of fruits to see me, which still seems to float before my eyes.
Basically, from then on, the direction of my life started to change.
There was a Noorani Madrasa nearby.
Within a short time, I developed a good friendship with the teachers of the Madrasa. Especially Maulana Abdul Aziz (d.b.). I started learning from him how to recite the Holy Quran Sharif in a pure manner. He also taught me with great interest. I used to read it every day. I read it for about 2/3 months. I don't know where he is today! How is he! I only pray to my Lord for him, "Sallallahu alaihi owa sallam. O Allah, grant my teacher peace in this world and a long and righteous life with health and faith, and grant him a high place in Paradise after his death. And grant me, even if it is through Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (S:), the office of one of Your saints, who will be your saint. And grant me the ability to obey this saint of Yours. And grant me a teaching position in his madrasa. And make me respected by everyone there. And from there, by Your mercy and special arrangement, I will be taken to the Masjid al-Haram in Mecca. This is my plea to You. Sallallahu alaihi owa sallam.
Meanwhile, many of the school teacher were no longer looking at me with favor. Every day, one or two people would say, why do I have such closeness with the enlightened masters? Do they treat us socially? and are they Equal to our!?
They said, we are high school sirs! And these are just Noorani Hujurs!?
Everyone has a class difference! There is a society!
My teachers were very afraid that I was mixing with Noorani Hujurs and lowering the respect of high school teachers! So many of them used to avoid me! I could not understand why the sirs were avoiding me like this now. Why did the sirs who were full of praise for me reduce their interaction with me!?
There was a girl in the eighth grade, her younger sister in the fourth grade, and a younger brother in the first grade as students in the lodging house.
Some of the words of this 8th grade girl are still etched in my heart; maybe they will be forever. One day she says, "Sir, can I be your partner!? If I were your partner, my heart would reach the sky!"
Another day she says, "Will you take me to your house!? Rescue me from this hellish place?"
Maybe her parents and grandparents incited her against me to adopt me. Another day she says, "If I don't get anything I ask for, I will teach her like a madman and leave her crippled!"
I didn't even understand all this black magic; I was a science-minded person and didn't care about such things.
However, even after leaving that school and coming home for almost 3 years, if someone pointed a finger at her eyes, I would behave abnormally, I would suffer extreme pain like a mentally ill person.
She had scared me so much while offering love with her eyes that I ended up in this situation.
Actually, offering love is not a crime. However, while offering love, doing black magic on the lover to get him or to take revenge for not getting him, these are sins.
I don't know if anyone has done any black magic on me. Maybe they could!
Because in a few days I started turning away from the world! The love of my Lord Allahu Ta'ala gripped me in such a way that I started going crazy for my Lord.
As the days went by, I started feeling that some messenger of my Lord was with me.
One day I sent a letter to Hathazari Madrasa located in Chittagong, writing in the letter that I teach boys and girls together, which makes it impossible to observe the rules of Islamic veil. So will this income and this job of mine be halal?
They replied, no, this is a haram job. You should try for a halal job.
After that, I started praying so much and reciting the Quran so much, doing Tasbeeh and Tahlil, and reciting prayers and supplications, which was not normal.
Then at some point I quit my job and came home.
At that time, my father had no income at home. My father's family was running on my brother's income. As a result, I became a burden to my father and brother.
My father, brother, sister-in-law and everyone in the house saw that some great power of the Lord had emerged in me.
They all got scared. But that's not the point here either. The truth is that I didn't obey any of them, or couldn't obey them then. I didn't believe that I would become normal by obeying my leader and acting under him. Because suddenly this super-powerful thing came over me, I was a little abnormal.
Now, just like when I look at the name of Allahu Ta'ala, and when I look at the picture of a queen, my wife wants to get up and leave me.
In the same way, they were also thinking about their own interests or I was looking for the Lord's friend myself or maybe I was doing this because the thing suddenly arose.
Brother said or sister-in-law said, I could see it in everyone's eyes and faces, it was just their selfishness.
Moreover, Insha'Allah, I will be a friend of Allah.
Then why should I stay at home!?
My stay will be centered around the mosque or madrasa. Or centered around one of the saints of Allah.
I have not seen any saint of Allah in my family like that.
And in this situation, living life by obeying any of them would mean nothing more than just worshipping my own family!
Besides, I did not come into the world just for them!
And because of this and when I could not obey any of them; then they took up arms against me.
Whether knowing me badly or knowing me well, they all started using all kinds of power and tactics against me to chase me away or kill me.
At one point, I would gasp.
I was alone, and they were the whole family. Due to their torture, I left home twice and went to Chittagong.
Even then, I respected my relatives so much that I could never act against them.
And I do not understand whether this supernatural thing that is with me is my birth or the result of black magic.
May Allah forgive me, at this time I have sometimes blamed my lodging holders for this supernatural thing of mine.
This may not be true. My Lord may have other intentions for me. For which I publicly apologize to everyone. They may not be responsible for this relationship of the Messenger of Allah with me. Because the matter of blaming them was only my guess and idea.
(S:) O Allah! Forgive me. In the future, I will not blame them for anything. (S:)
Brothers, if I had known earlier that I would have such a close relationship with the Kaaba, the house of Allah in Saudi Arabia, and such a pull of my soul, then I would have received many offers in my youth. Then I would have definitely left.
Well, now I have only one goal, how can I become a friend of Allahu Ta'ala! How can I become a true devotee of Allahu Ta'ala! And how can I become a citizen of Saudi Arabia and pray regularly in Masjid Haram Sharif!
As a pure servant of Allahu Ta'ala, as a slave of Allahu Ta'ala, loving people generously, serving people, I have to endure unlimited sacrifices and sufferings and I have become an extreme sinner today. And I have to spend an almost destitute life.
I don't know whether I will be able to maintain my purity until the end and whether I will find my Lord!
I don't really feel like writing everything. Because if I can't do anything noticeable for people in life, if people don't benefit from my service, then who will read all this and what will be the benefit of writing all this!
Still, I write a little. If I can do something of service to people, then I will write in detail.
So after quitting my job in high school, I took many jobs and left many jobs. I did not get a quality job.
At one point, I quit my job and founded the Islamic Cooperative Society. I continued for about 6/7 years.
Later, I tried to do a distributed business and a business focused on the production of turmeric, pepper and spices.
But I did not succeed in anything.
I tried to conduct a course on Quran recitation on YouTube and provide information services to people by creating a website. And I went a long way.
But due to the hardships of poverty, nothing was happening to me.
I was hurt and hurt the most by my relatives. None of them supported me in any of my work.
If I get the chance, even if I am in the afterlife, I might ask them why they did not support me despite being my relatives.
And what signs did they see that they had used all their strength to chase me, that is, to chase this incorporeal thing of mine! What harm did they think they would suffer if I were revealed or where was their fear of me!
And so far I have not found a good person.
Among them, I have taught at the ICST (Private Polytechnic Institute) in Feni, this institution for about 10 years.
Apart from that, I have taught in 2 Qawmi Madrasas so far. I have run a large hospital as a manager and a therapy center.
But I could not settle down anywhere.
One problem of mine is that I want to live with a demonic nature and high responsibility and truly want to live a simple life like a friend of Allah.
Today, on 06/01/2025, I wrote a brief account of what happened in my life and told you about it. Insha'Allah, I have decided to write about what will happen in the future.
আইছঠপনধদথনফবজফফপষদদপফফড ফঠছচছডচপঠফটপনধধন ফফবঠটপননঠঠ ঠছ&পফফডজঠঠ ফঠঠফঠটটঠ ঠফফফফফফপসশষপ। ফফপপপফফফফ। পপফফষফডবডববফ ববপপটপপপধধদ হফঠপপনববপন
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