According to Shaykh Muhammad Nazim al-Haqqani(qs) tellings Sultan Hajjah Emine Adil is from the Kazan Turks. Her father’s name is Hajji Ali Huseyin and his mother is the daughter of Seracettin, Ayse. In 1931 she was born in Kazan. Her familiy constist of 6 children; 4 brothers and 2 sister. Hajjah Emine is the first born daughter of her family.

After her, another girl was born but according to God’s Will, she had a short life.

The father of Hajjah Emine, Hajji Ali graduated from the Naqshibandi Tariqiya, which meant he was authorised Shaykh. At the same time Hajji Ali was a good skillful carpenter. In those days the Bolshevist were very violent. The Russian Government were pressing everyone to become a communist. The government claimed all the hard earned goods and even the livelihood of the people. Sir Ali understood that staying there was dangerous for the future of his families, especially for his children. Allthough it was very difficult he taught and planned a emmigration. He sold his goods and started a hiding. First he moved to Termiz with his two sons. He stayed there for three month looking for a solution.

When he came back to get his wife and daughters he was very effected from the things he saw. All his friend were under the government of the Bolshevists.

When he tried to run away with his family for the second time, he got help from a high ranked Russian general. Spies within his own nation were almost blowing the whistle on him. This situation made Sir Ali and his wife very sad. Walking through cold potato fields for days and after a dangerous train ride, they reached Tirmiz in 40 days. They faced a though regimentation and had to stay there for six months. Sir Ali, thanks to God’s help and his skills of carpenting, was able to provid a livelihood for his family.

After these six months Sir Ali again started looking for ways to escape. From the border of Ardahan, they went to Baku where Ahizka Georgian are living. He asked for help from 4 people, one of which is a Hafiz (knows the Holy Qur’an by heart), who were leaving the mosque. Unfortunately, they fell into a trap, because afterwards he found out that those who were helping him were actually spies. His wife and children were placed in a house. He was prisoned for three months. When his sorrowful days in the prison ended, he moved with his family to a small town and tried to make a living by trading. He brought goods from Baku and then sold it. Selling fruits at Caucasian markets such as mulberries, apples, pears always made a good profit, because the best fruits grow in that area.

After staying in Ahiska, the family again decided to emmigrate with the help of Sir Dursun. First the two sons crossed the border and went to a family. Behind them the other family members were trying to reach the border but little Emine got lost. Again the family faced difficult days.

Thinking that Russian soldiers kidnapped their little daughter, the father and mother were very anxious. They were releaved when a shepherd found their little daughter and brought her to them. The third day, they followed a path, which a miller told them. They crossed a river and reached the border. But while crossing the Meric river Hajji Ali lost his staff in the water. In the grip of his walking stick was gold hidden but reaching the Turkish border made them forget their troubled days and losing the gold. Sultan Hajjah Emine said: “Reaching the Turkish border was as if we felt the peace of entering Paradise. If we were two minuts late luck wasn’t on our side”. While saying this she again thanked Allah (CC). Finally, after a long and troublesome emmigration, the family setteled in Eleskir Erzurum in 1934. Let’s listen to what Sultan Hajjah Emine told us from that point on:

“Immigrants who crossed the border at Ardahan were setteled by the Turkish Governemt in different places. We were placed with other Caucasian immigrants in Eleskirt. The winters are very hard but the soil is very fertile. The government gave us a field, animals and money so that we could built a house and a barn on a parcel. The first seed we planted were potato seeds. That year we had so much crop that we could feed our neighbours and friends. Thanks to Allah (CC) we made so much money that in a couple of years we became one of the respected and wealthy families in that area and we started paying the government taxes of our goods. Sometimes my father also worked as a carpenter and in this way we made our living. We stayed in Eleskirt for about ten years. We weren’t having material problems but spiritual pressure grew larger. We weren’t allowed to say “Bismillâhirrahmânirrahîm” out in the open. Also not being allowed to read the Qur’an and to live your life according your religion put a strain on the family. Our family was always devoted to the religion. Throughout these restrictions I still managed to read the Qur’an from cover to cover in six months, for the first time.

It was always my father’s wish to go to Damascus. He wanted to emmigrate after about ten years but it wasn’t allowed. We had to stay there untill 1944. When the period of time lapsed we were making preperations for our second emmigration. Selling our goods for almost next to nothing we were travelling towards Damascus. By then our family existed out of six family members; my father, my mother, two girls and four boys. We travelled towards Antep and finally reached Damascus. We rented a small place in a place called ‘the Damascus square’. After a while my little sister died. She was such a smart child that at the age of six she read the Qur’an from cover to cover. While suffering from the loss of their child, my father went with my brother to Mecca to do their Hajj. When they returned my big brother (Zeki), died of brain meningitis. He was also a smart, devoted to his religion and spiritual human being. A couple of days before he died I saw a dream.

Our mother “Fatima” and “Seyiddi Ali (as)” came to us to give their condolences. Pointing towards my mother and I, they said  “She is the mother of a martyr, and she is the martyr’s sister, Zeki fell in a oven made in a hole in the earth (tandir) and became a martyr”. The following day, after seeing this dream, I told my brother about my dream. He said to my mother:

“Look mom, Emine saw me in her dream. Last night I prayed the whole night that Allah give her the blessings of being a martyr. Pay attention to my sister, she is going to be an important person”. After saying this, his temperature rised and he was burning. Within a few days he reached the blessings of the Allah. The pain of his loss really shook me up. My brother Zeki and I had a tight connection. His absent made my weak physique even weaker. In those sorrowful days, again I saw an unforgettable dream. I was very bored and during this depression a person with a face full of light appeared to me and warned me that I should read Suratul Jinn three times. Because my state didn’t allowed me to read, I asked the people around me to read this Sura. After a short while I got better. As time heals all wounds, it also healed some what this loss. My father consistent working made it possible for us to regain the blessings we had before, Elhamdulillah. My mother and I continued seaming and studying Arabic till I was 20 years old. In those years, a lot of people came to ask my hand in marriage but my father always declined. Our Grandshaykh Abdullah Dagistani (qs) was living to streets upwards from where we were living. One day at a funeral of a Daghestani Shaykh, he met my father and said to him: “I would like to speak to you about a good cause. I have a student, whom  I am very fond of and  see as my son. He is from Cyprus and I would like your daughter’s hand in marriage for Sir Nazim”. I was very precious for my father and he taught long about this proposal. When he came home he told my brother and he remembered Sir Nazim from the derwish convent (dergah) and said: “If that’s the man that I saw in the mosque, he looked more like an angel than a man”. We gave our answer to Abdullah Dagistani (qs) and he wrote a letter to Sir Nazim in Lefkosia, telling him to come. Within a week we had our religious wedding (niqah). The most interesting part of this occasion was that before none of this happened Abdullah Dagistani (qs) saw our beloved Prophet (sav) in his dream telling him: “Ask the hand of Sir Ali’s daughter for Sir Nazim”. While saying this the Prophet pointed his finger towards the sky. Shaykh Abdullah saw a frame surrounded by heavenly light and in it he could see the picture of Sir Nazim and Sultan Hajjah Emine. The Prophet then said: “Their niqah was made in Heaven”.”   

In the years 1975 till 1976 Sultan Hajjah Emine lost her father Sir Hajji Ali and her mother Ayse. During her marriage to Shaykh Nazim El-Hakkani (qs), she had 5 children and lived in the Holy city of Damascus untill 1982. In those years Shaykh Nazim would frequently visit Cyprus. This valuable family still live in Lefke and have 14 beautiful grandchildren.

In England Seven Sister’s the “Emine Hatun” grammar school, which also gives religion lessons, opened this year. Last year was her book ‘Kirk sual’ (Forty Questions) published. After this, her second book ‘Peygamberlerin Hayat Hikayeleri’ (The Life of the Prophets) got published. These books are also published in English, German and French.  

Hajjah Emine Adil passed away in the morning of 16 December 2004. We give our condolences to all Muslims.

May Allah bless the soul of our mother Hajjah Emine and give all her loved ones patience and consolation.