Moulana Cassim Sema Rahimahullah


The 300 years of Islam in South Africa have seen the influence of Sheikh Yusuf Macasari dominate the first century with the establishment of Islam on these shores. The next hundred years felt the influence of Tuan Guru who saw to the establishment of the first Masjid and Madresa in SA. And the next century was overwhelmingly dominated by the works and sacrifice of Moulana Cassim Sema, the founder of the first Darul Uloom in SA (possibly the first Darul Uloom teaching through the medium of English in the world), who also had an immense role to play in establishing the work of Tableegh as well as Da’wah among non-Muslims.

Moulana Sema was a visionary, an extraordinarily dedicated man, who served Islam till his last days. This short dedication to this hero of Islam can never do justice to his legacy and I will suffice with but a few facts, for to write of all his work will require many pages.

Moulana Cassim Mohammed Sema was born on 12 May 1920 in Newcastle, KwaZulu Natal. At the age of five he started his Islamic and secular studies, schooling at Oswalds School in Newcastle. Due to Apartheid laws which restricted Indians from academic qualifications, he finished standard six (grade eight). His first Islamic tutor was Moulana Hafiz Shams-al-Din who taught in Newcastle for three years before returning to India. During this time, Moulana learnt to read the Qur’aan as well as Urdu. Another early teacher was Hafiz Ikram-al-Din of India. By the age of nine, Moulana Sema was singled out to recite Qur’aan when guests arrived at the Madresa where he was a student. Moulana Sema began the memorisation of the Qur’aan by Hafiz Amin al-Din Uthmani of India completing seven chapters under him. Among Moulana’s other early teachers were Hajee Abd-al-Sattar, Hafiz Patel and Moulana Ali Ahmed Ansari, a graduate of Darul Uloom Deoband. Under him Moulana memorised another two chapters of the Qur’aan.

By now a young man, Moulana Sema was very punctual with his prayers and showed an intense desire for knowledge. He started teaching younger members of the family. Moulana Mia of the Watervaal Institute was an inspiration to Moulana when he visited Newcastle in 1935 and encouraged the community to study Islam. Moulana Mia advised Moulana Sema to either study medicine or go abroad to become an Aalim. Moulana chose Islam and left for India on 23 October 1935. He enrolled at Jamiah Islamiyah Dhabel, an Islamic institution in Gujarat, India. Moulana entered the Aalim Faadhil course learning Persian, Arabic, Qur’aan and Hadith among a host of other subjects. Among his teachers were Moulana Yusuf Binnori, Moulana Badre Aalam, Moulana Nazim Nadwi and Moulana Amrohi rahimahumullah. Moulana Sema qualified in September/October 1942 at the age of 22. He decided to return to SA where a teaching post awaited him in Mia’s Farm. Unfortunately, World War II broke out and passenger ships stopped operating due to Japanese attacks. Due to demand, a steamboat called the Tilaawa was arranged to take passengers to Africa. On 23 Novemeber 1942 it left Bombay with 1,000 passengers and 300 crew. En route it was attacked by Japanese torpedoes and sank. Moulana and 124 passengers only survived. They were taken back to Bombay. Moulana was then employed by Majlis-e-Ilmi in Simlak, where he was engaged in academic work on Athaar-al-Sunan by Allamah Nimwi. Moulana spent a year in Simlak preparing his own meals and sometimes led Salaah in the Masjid.

Moulana went to meet the founder of the work of Tableegh, Moulana Ilyaas rahimahullah. (Moulana Sema was said to be the last person in South Africa alive who had seen Moulana Ilyaas personally). Moulana Sema then visited Darul Uloom Deoband. He spent Ramadaan with his teacher of Tajweed and the person by whom he had completed Hifzul Qur’aan in 1941, Moulana Qari Mohammed Yaamin. Moulana met Sheikhul Hadith Moulana Zakariyya rahimahullah in Saharanpur. Moulana Sema left India in 1944 and arrived in SA on 5 February 1944. Moulana Sema was warmly welcomed at Glencoe before he arrived in Newcastle. He was heartbroken that his mother had passed away in 1941 while he was studying. Moulana Sema got several job offers but he accepted the offer from the Wasbank Muslim community. Moulana Sema taught in Wasbank and took two years to formulate a Madreas syllabus, the first in SA for the afternoon Madresa.

Moulana Sema got married on 30 September 1945 to Apa Sakina Bibi. Moulana has four sons and one daughter from this marriage: Imran, Luqman, Zakariyya, Mohammed and Maryam. Apa Sakina passed away in 1998. Moulana Sema then got married in 1998 to Wedadt Breda of Cape Town and a daughter Qudsiyyah was born in 2003.

In 1949, Moulana Sema started propagation work among the Black communities in Msinga Reserve. Over 10 years, 900 people in Msinga reverted to Islam. On 30 October 1960 the first Da’wah Ijtima was held in Wasbank. A Masjid and Madresa was built in the Makhakhane area. Moulana Sema was in the first Tableegh Jamaat with Haji Bhai Padia. In 1961 Moulana Sema went with a Jamaat to Malawi for the first Southern Africa Ijtima. Moulana Sema sahib was instrumental in organising the first SA Ijtima at Ladysmith in 1961. A few months later he went in the first SA Jamaat to go to India for four months. On return, Moulana Sema sahib was arrested in Makhakhane Masjid under Apartheid laws which did not let Indians go into Black areas. Moulana was fined and for ten years he fought for Makhakhane Masjid which the government wanted destroyed. Throughout, Da’wah continued in secret as well as night Madresa classes. Then a Masjid was established in Tugela Ferry which the government also wanted demolished. With the Help of Allah, this Masjid survived and stands till today. An authentic miracle is narrated of Makhakhane Masjid: When the former African Bishop Ephraim Ngomo who reverted to Islam died, his body was brought in the night. A bright light appeared in the Masjid courtyard lighting the way. On rushing to see where the light came from, it was discovered that nothing was there. Passers-by also reported seeing the light in that area that night. Moulana Sema, despite the oppressive laws of Apartheid, regularly preached Islam in Msinga Reserve.

After 23 years of service in Wasbank, Moulana Sema returned to Newcastle in 1968 as Principal of the Madresa and head of the Newcastle Muslim Community. He lectured every Friday in Urdu, and this gradually changed to English as the younger generation grew up. In 1967, the Jamiatul Ulama Natal met to choose a single Madresa syllabus for the Province. Moulana Sema’s syllabus was chosen which he designed while teaching in Wasbank. This was the first time that a well-structured syllabus was produced for the Madresas. Moulana Sema spent a year in the service of the Jamiatul Ulama. He then set up a furniture factory shop in Alcockspruit near Newcastle but this had to close due to new industrial laws. Moulana Sema then spent a few months as Principal and Imam of Glencoe while negotiations for the Darul Uloom land were finalised.

Moulana Sema had tried since 1946 to establish an Islamic institution with boarding facilities. In 1969 the St Dominics Academy (a Roman Catholic Convent laying vacant for 15 years) was bought for R83,000 after immense effort on the path of Moulana Sema to try and get the finance. The Darul Uloom in Newcastle, the first in SA and possibly the first using the English medium in the world, was officially opened on 13 May 1973. Moulana Sema decided to go to India and Pakistan for 40 days Jamaat before starting in the Darul Uloom. He was unable to get a booking so left for Jeddah via London where he met the Jamaat. He then went with them to Pakistan. Moulana Sema sahib met his former lecturer Moulana Yusuf Binnouri and Moulana Sema asked him to devise a syllabus for the Newcastle Darul Uloom. Moulana then went to India and the Tableegh headquarters before visiting Darul Uloom Deoband and returning home. Classes officially began on 9 September 1973 with 9 boarding students. For the first three years Moulana Sema taught alone while his late wife Apa Sakina cooked the student’s food and did their laundry. Moulana Mansoorul Haq was the first foreign teacher to be brought in 1975. This was the first time a teacher was allowed to come from India since 1950 to teach in local Madresas or be Imam. About 46 teachers have taught in the Darul Uloom over its history including Mufti Abdul Kader Hoosain of Channel Islam. Currently Hifz and a six year Aalim course are offered. Today more than 40% of the students are foreigners from countries like Malawi, Somalia, Kenya, Zimbabwe and Egypt. Students have also come from USA, UK, Canada, Malaysia, Australia, Mauritius and Lebanon. The first Jalsa was held on 4 December 1977. The first batch of students qualified in the 3-year course on offer then. In 1983 the first students qualified in the new 6-year Aalim course. 284 Huffaaz qualified 1975-2005. 373 Aalim students qualified 1983-2005.

This glorious sun that was Moulana Sema set on the 9 June 2007. Moulana left this world, leaving behind a legacy of Islam in SA that is unparalleled. His funeral was attended by almost 4,000 people from all over SA, including senior Ulama and students. Moulana was 87 years old and a measure of his acceptance is that he was still teaching in this, his last year of his life. His wife mentions that he only ever missed three Juma in his life, owing to sickness or some other excuse. A measure of his extreme humility which engendered total loyalty and love for him by his students and colleagues was that he accepted invitations from even the poorest of his students, eating in their humble homes. Without a shadow of doubt Moulana Sema was one of the greatest Ulama of SA, a visionary and the Mujaddid (reformer) of the third century of Islam in SA. He was in some way or the other involved in establishing many of the great movements for the preservation and spread of Islam in SA: The Tableegh Jamaat, the Jamiatul Ulama Natal, madresas, Da’wah to non-Muslims, the Darul Uoom, teaching Hadith and Qur’aan in English, the first translation of the Qur’aan into Zulu, the now famous Tableegh Ijtimas and a myriad other works of Islam. It can be truthfully said that no corner of SA has not felt the warmth of this sun’s rays in some way or the other. May Allah reward Hazrat Moulana Cassim Mohammed Sema on behalf of the Muslims of South Africa and the world. He was a true heir of the Sahaaba and the Prophets dedicating a lifetime to the religion of Islam. May you go well, O Soldier of Islam. Definitely, a sun has set, an era has ended, a chill has crept in, many are the orphans that have lost a father and a friend.

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The Arabian Horse


The Arabian horse is a remarkable creature. It is the oldest breed of horse, the only purebreed in the world. It played a significant role in history: Empires rose and fell because of this swift horse transporting soldiers across battlefields.

The Arabian horse flourished in Syria, Iraq, Iran and the Arabian peninsula. Its lineage traces back 5000 years. It is known for being affectionate and bonding well with humans, and is the breed of choice in the endurance world because of its stamina and agility.

By 1500 BC the Arabian horse was domesticated and the head men of Arab tribes could relate the histories of each horse in their tribe as well as they could each family of Bedouin. Great care is taken in preserving the purity of breed in the modern world: Blood typing is required to register new foals as purebred Arabians. Arabians have been the mount of choice for leaders like Napolean, George Washington, Genghis Khan, and Alexander the Great. Arabians were also used to improve local stock, thereby influencing directly or indirectly every other breed we have today.

The best war mares showed great courage in battle, taking spear thrusts without giving ground. The loyalty of an Arab horse to its master is legendary, taking the stabs of swords until death rather than move without the master’s command. To select the most loyal horses for breeding, the desert Arabs used to train the horse to come at the ringing of a bell. They used to then leave it for a few days without food or water. Thereafter the horse was let free near water and the bell was rung. The horse that left the water, in spite of thirst, and responded to the bell was chosen to carry on the breed. With the rise of Islam Muslim soldiers on their Arab horses spread around the world.

Now what is the significance of this horse and Islam? The Qur’aan has a chapter entitled Surah Aadiyaat. In it, in vivid word imagery, the war horse’s bravery is detailed. It’s heedless charge into the midst of battle is described in obedience to the master. Thereafter, Allah mentions the ingratitude of man to his Creator. The horse, when its master gave it some food, a little water and shelter, was ready to die for him and obey his every command. What of man? Allah not only provides him food and drink, He puts in place the entire system needed to bring that food to the plate, the digestive system to eat and enjoy the food and a myriad other things. On top of all that, He gave man his very existence, without which there would be no enjoyment, nothing.

Yet look at man’s ingratitude. He was supposed to have been ready to sacrifice his life for Allah yet he shows extreme ingratitude by ignoring and wilfully disobeying Allah’s Commands. A creature of lower intelligence understands loyalty and gratitude, yet man, the intelligent being, does not. We need to rise above lowly creatures like the horse, and at least heed Allah’s call. If not, then we sinks to levels lower than animals.

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Diaries of an Imam Part One

It was a typical scene: there I was, rushing on my way to the supermarket in my little car. The traffic lights were orange and I put on an extra spurt of speed to make it through. Halfway through the lights were red. My young sons, ages 5 and 3, were excitedly egging me on to “beat the red light!” Patently, they’d done this type of thing before. My wife sat, tight-lipped and disapproving. She’d many a time in the past made it quite clear what she thought about my Schumacher-style driving. This incident set me thinking. My kids had already picked up a bad and potentially dangerous habit from me: Disregard for a law of the land designed for our safety and public order. Would it stay with them for life? Had it been another driver trying to beat the red light and I was on the receiving end, I would have commented about his dangerous tactics in no uncertain terms.

We speak about teaching our kids to be good. When is the time to teach? The five minute segments we manage to fit in a hectic day, or the occasions when our kids do something wrong and we lecture them Hitler-style? Another infamous habit I unconsciously passed on to my kids is to roar into an empty parking bay reserved for the handicapped when I go about my shopping. The Hadith makes it clear that parents play a major role in shaping a child’s religious beliefs. It follows that parents will have an even more significant role to play in shaping other areas of a child’s life. The law of the land is regarded as fair game by us. Is this the way a Muslim lives? We have entered into an unwritten agreement to abide by the rules (which do not violate the Law of Allah which takes precedence over all other laws) of the land we live in and a Muslim stands firmly by his word. Or have we selectively forgotten that quality?

In a similar vein, I was chatting to a friend on his trip to Jo’burg and Durban and the inevitable speeding violation popped up. He’d been stopped by the cops for doing 160 km/h in a 120 zone. The customary R100 exchanged hands and he was let off the hook. “Lucky,” I said, “that you were not stopped in KwaZulu Natal. The cops wouldn’t have let you go.” Another friend, listening in, interrupted, “Hey Moulana. How can you tell him he can get away with it outside KwaZulu Natal? Bribery is wrong and speeding is wrong.” What can I say? He was absolutely right. Are we part time Muslims, only practicing when it’s easy or suits our situation? Or are we truly committed to living a life completely ruled by the Law of Allah?

Speaking of parents’ influence on their young, let me recount an episode of my late grandfather’s inimitable style of teaching. I must have been 5 or 6 years old at the time when he lit up a cigarette. I asked for a puff and he immediately handed it over to me. Ignorant of the required method, I blew out instead of pulling in, letting ash fall on my pants, burning me and putting me off cigarettes for life. Not even my closest friend could tempt me to ever try it again. This highlights a significant aspect: the time and place for teaching our kids good lessons are not neatly delineated by a timetable. The ideal moment can come up at any time, any place. Sometimes, we need to look for unconventional methods of teaching, which wisdom will dictate. Wise ways are needed, good timing, effort and a bit of luck. All in all, hard work! Well who said good parenting was easy when the rewards are so great? A child dedicated to Islam is an investment and a means of reward when we are lying helpless in the grave.

A cellphone ringing in the Musjid is designed to get people’s blood boiling, especially when it’s a musical ringtone and the culprit fails to switch it off in time. I was cured of the typical response – a fierce frown at the offender and harsh words maybe – when the following incident happened. It was a Fajr Salaah early in my tenure as Imam. The cell of a venerable, grey-bearded regular shrieked through the air belting out the latest (from the racket it was producing) rap/rock/rowdy hit. To add insult to injury, he calmly let it ring on and answered it in the Musjid. An ideal situation for an Imam to come down like a ton of bricks, I thought. I don’t know why I held back, but I did. It transpired from the conversation he was having that he’d found the cell abandoned and was waiting for the owner to call so that he could return it. He hadn’t switched it off because he didn’t know the PIN to switch it on again, and it being an unfamiliar phone and him being of the older persuasion, he didn’t know how to put it on silent! It made me think; we can’t always judge actions from the outside. Apparent bad actions need to be tackled with wisdom to result in the perpetrator mending his ways. The incident of a villager who urinated in the Musjid in the time of the Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam sprang to mind: He was allowed to finish off his business, the area was cleaned and he was politely explained the correct way. His ignorance was taken into account and the matter managed according to these circumstances.

Speaking of cellphone technology and not jumping to conclusions brings me to a humorous (later on) but initially embarrassing moment that happened to me. I sent an SMS to my parent’s house phone, addressed to my younger sister. I signed off with my first name only. My dad happened to pick up the phone. What must have passed through his mind when he heard a strange man’s voice (the computer) read out a message to my sister, I can only imagine with chagrin. It was his first taste of a speaking SMS. Reconstructing subsequent events from my mother’s later account, he blew his top over a ‘stranger’ communicating with my sister! Luckily he decided to phone me and I cleared up the matter. Using technology and the generation gap can be perilous at times!

Ending off on a sadder note. My granny’s sister passed away recently. I last saw her when I visited in January. It was an ordinary visit and an ordinary goodbye; we obviously expected to see her again. Little did we know that it was to be that last time. It set me thinking – how do we leave our homes for work, school, or other tasks? It’s an ordinary goodbye and sometimes it’s on a bad note after some disagreement. Let’s try to make every parting memorable for who knows, it may be the last. It also refreshes the thought of dying which the Hadith encourages us to remember excessively. Likewise, read every Salaah as though it’s the last – we might next be buried under the soil, desperately wishing we’d pleased Allah Ta’ala more. Difficult to part like this, or read Salaah like this every time? Well, do we think that entry into the everlasting luxuries of Paradise comes cheap?

Anyway, till the next time. Let me leave you with this thought: On being asked by an Ummayad ruler who lived in luxury why people feared death, a wise man replied, “Why shouldn’t we fear death when what we’ve built and love in this world is being left behind, and the Paradise that we’ve destroyed is drawing near?”

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