Dewatagaha Mosque
Dawatagaha Mosque in Lipton Circus, Colombo, has become a byword in every Muslim home and no Muslim passes the shrine of the saint without paying his respects.
The 150-year-old shrine the resting-place of the Muslim saint\ His Holiness Seyedina as-Sheikh Usman Siddique Ibn Ahdurrahman, who visited Ceylon from Arafat, Arabia and visited Adam’s Peak at Balangoda, and later resided in what was later known as Cinnamon Gardens, has an interesting history behind it.
In 1820 a Sinhalese woman oil monger, the sole wage-earner of the family, was going on her daily rounds, traveling from Bambalapitiya through the cinnamon jungle to Maradana.
In this jungle she tripped over the root of a Cadju tree and fell. Her clay pot was smashed to pieces. “Aiyo, Aiyo!” she cried out, “My family will have no food today. My only means of earning has been destroyed.” She wept her eyes out in desperation and exhausted, fell fast asleep. A voice awakened her. It asked her not to despair and bade her rise, assuring her that everything would be well soon. She looked up and found no one in sight and in desperation burst into tears again.
Again the voice repeated the reassuring words. This was incredible as she had hardly seen any human being within earshot in that dense jungle. Suddenly she saw an old man in green garb and his holy mien was an inspiring sight to the stricken woman.
“You have nothing to fear,” he told her. “I shall give you back your oil. Only fetch me a pot.”
The woman started towards Maradana to the house of a regular customer, a Muslim by the name of Mamma Lebbe, and asked his mother to give her a new pot. When the latter queried this strange request the oil monger said: “I shall come back and tell you my story.” She returned with the pot to the jungle to find the old man reclining against a `Dawata’ or `Devata’ tree. He directed her to place the pot where the first one was broken. He pressed his foot on the ground and beheld, oil bubbled up from the ground!
The woman was speechless with amazement. Picking some leaves from a Cadju tree he asked her to scoop up the oil with them and fill her pot. “You can now earn your living,” he told her and also requested her to inform her Muslim customers and show them the spot where he appeared. The grateful oil monger made obeisance to the saint and invoked his blessings.
She hurried to the house of Mamma Lebbe and related her story of the miracle to Mamma Lebbe’s mother. A party comprising Mamma Lebbe, Periya Pitche, Meera Kani, and the oil monger left for the spot to investigate and found evidence of the miracle the broken pot, the seeping oil, the Cadju tree, and the Cadju leaves the Dawata tree.
The party of Mushinis recited Yaseen and Fathiha and prayed: “Oh Vohiyullah (saint)! Praise is to Allah for having given us the opportunity to bear witness to your miracle. Almighty Allah, may you reveal to us the identity of this Vohiyullah.”
They returned to Mamma Lebbe’s mother and vouched for the truth of the miracle and the accuracy of the woman’s report. They bought up the rest of the woman’s oil after she had finished her rounds and dismissed her after giving her a good meal. The Muslims of the area
