When a man’s intellect is killed, he becomes strangely delusional, begins to act strangely. He gets strangely angry. He doesn’t go near the scene, he zooms in on it with an imaginary camera and then he starts giving advice. He does not see what is happening right in front of him and starts trying to claw at what is happening far away. He doesn’t touch the beating heart inside him, he starts to forget the faults of others. Whether you know it or not, whether you know it or not….just everywhere, in every gathering, he opens his net and starts dancing a new snake and sometimes calls it a religious preaching. …and then goes beyond that and gives the name of service to humanity. One day my brother said that he talks so much but why doesn’t he pray? So Baba Ji held his arm in anger and said: Since when and why did you worry about his prayer? Has your prayer been successful, has your destiny been heard, what others are thinking about, you may or may not be asked about others, you will be asked about yourself, so have you crossed your path? Have you got a new edge? A river of love flowed betweenthem.
A scholar of religion………..not only a scholar of the divine religion, but also a man of Shariah, with a happy face………..Allah ji also blessed him with wealth. He built a mosque himself and used to come in a very expensive car to deliver the Friday sermon, and all of us, a group of friends, would be eagerly waiting for him. Never came empty handed. They used to bring good food and drink in a bag for all of us, and when they saw us, they would call out in a loud voice, Assalam Alaikum! how are you guys’ Wow, today you all look very happy, saying, holding the bag in my hand. He used to go and sit on the pulpit of the Prophet ﷺ. They were old but had strange strength in them. For some time, he would sit on the pulpit of the Prophet and close his eyes and then he would stand up with his stick in his hand and then he would recite in such a beautiful and sweet voice that tears would flow from the eyes of the listeners. And then the sound! Brothers of Islam, my mothers, sisters, and daughters. And then in his speech, how did he distribute precious and rare diamonds?
For a long time, these generous sages gave us diamonds for the good of this world and the hereafter and we kept filling our cradle, when will it be full, I don’t know when? When you see, stress on one thing, worry about yourself, worry about yourself. Islam is the name of self-transformation. Preach yourself, listen to yourself, watch your words, watch your actions, this is the dragon sitting inside, called self,If you can’t crush it, then stand with your feet on its jaws, never let yourself loose, it will be destroyed, it will be destroyed, nothing will be left of you. If he takes care of himself, he will listen. There will be no need to tell people. Your light and fragrance will spread automatically………..and will spread in such a way that you will be stunned. Learn to connect not to cut, shed tears on your inaction not on the actions of others, stop worrying about others, focus on yourself, just change yourself, others will change after seeing you. I miss his words a lot. They are gone, but their fragrance lingers around me.
Baba Faridji was also remembered today. A devotee came to the service with a pair of scissors and said, “Sir, I have brought a gift, accept it and make me happy with the reward.” He was sad to see and said that he brought such heavy scissors, do you think I am going to cut and divide the peoples……….. why would you have brought me a needle and thread so that I can do the work of stitching and joining the peoples. All our elders showed the same thing, never insulted anyone. Always smiling. Forbidden to cut, taught to join. He did not make a door in his house that was never closed. He was open-hearted to everyone; he forbade his narrow-mindedness. He ate, sang and danced with everyone. . YarJani used to say, YarJani also understood. He did what he said and showed it.
From which mouth should I take the name, my lord and teacher, with a bright and beautiful face, said to this child lovingly: Do not eat sweet. So, the child’s mother started saying: You ﷺ could have said this yesterday too? Then Sarkar-do-A’alam ﷺ smiled and then scattered the pearls yesterday. Who should I talk about after Sarkar ﷺ? All around us are engaged in cutting, engaged in breaking. He is so and so. I can’t see myself as I am………what will become of me! What deception am I in? I don’t care about myself; I just keep criticizing others and then call it preaching. Man of deceit, when will I see the throbbing palace inside me……….! Time does not care about anyone; it sometimes provides evidence of all the events happening in front of its eyes from which it is impossible to escape! Allow me to say something to bear witness to the same:
A man’s clothes show a woman’s cleanliness, a woman’s dress shows a man’s masculinity and a girl’s
dress shows a mother’s morals. We are a generation raised on love, tolerance, loyalty, respect and all the highest values, we lived among men and women who did not know how to read and write, but who had mastered relationships and respect. They did not study literature but taught us literature, they did not study the laws of nature and biology, but they taught us the art of politeness. He didn’t read a single relationship book but taught good manners and respect.
They did not study religion deeply but taught us the meaning of faith. They did not study planning, but they taught us foresight. Most of us did not dare to speak loudly at home because we did not see our elders speaking loudly. We are the generation that used to sleep in the backyard when the electricity went out, we talked to each other but not backbiting about each other.
My heartfelt love and appreciation for those who taught us these ways of good literature through their actions that parents are respected, teachers are respected, neighbours are respected, fellowship is respected, and friendship is respected. We respected the seventh neighbour and shared expenses and secrets with brother and friend.
For those who lived those beautiful moments, and for the generation that nurtured and educated us, and I say to them: May Allah, the Exalted, protect and bless those of you who are alive. Who they left us and went to heaven, may they be forgiven, and may we pass on what we have learned from our elders to our children.
