Oh my god! Tomorrow there is Iftar in my house, there will be about hundred friends, I need samosas and pakoras, how much money should I pay? I asked,
Baba Ji looked at me and smiled with the questions.
′′ How much money can you give ′′
I felt like Baba Ji insulted me.
Even after knowing me for a long time, this question was unhappy and ridiculous.
I took more money than the original price and put it in front of Baba Ji.
Baba Ji raised money and said while giving it to me,
Give it to this old woman on the other side of the road, come tomorrow and take your samosas pakoras,
You have solved my problems, the time of Iftar was near and I didn't have that much money to collect, now the poor will be free from the worry of Sehri and Iftar for a few days.
Cool wave ran into my body.
Who is that to you??
I got an unnecessary question from my mouth. Baba Ji got tired.
She is my mother, daughter and sister. What do you know about money, what are relationships, those who don't know about humanity, how will they have the illusion of relationships, standing for the last three hours, neither asking nor anyone. Is giving away.
You people think that being hungry is fasting and you think that you have earned a reward by making your stomach full of relationships as iftar.
′′ If you don't wake up even after fasting, it's not fasting, it's only hunger ′′
I was going through heavy steps towards this old woman and thinking, I was weighing my faith, it was not my money, it was of Baba Ji, my money was making relationships better.
Baba Ji's money was going to get the pleasure of Allah.
I was wondering why I didn't see mother, sister and daughter in this old woman?
I wish I could also see with Baba Ji's eyes, I wish all the people were the owner of the same eye.
I wish, with so many wishes were chasing me.