There was one Monday and one disciple ..¡¡
About three or four years ago today, when I entered the world of book faces (Facebook) in fear, it was very difficult to understand that in a forest full of so many faces
About three or four years ago today, when I entered the world of book faces (Facebook) in fear, it was very difficult to understand that in a forest full of so many faces
Who is yours?
Will you think if you have time?
Then the truth is, what was the time to meet ........ Like the red heart and then talk to the comments, then a crowd of friends got so lost that in the language of Ghalib; this Facebook game in children's day and night The spectacle began to happen in front of me .......
When it comes to the friendship of Facebook friends, another amazing turning point in this journey is that I don't know whether it is for the sake of some sin or maybe in a cycle of worldly trials. Direct and regular Murshid Pak "declared"...
We tried hard to explain to our disciple in muffled words and then in protest that this world of Zad has nothing to do with Peri and Muri di but the earth is not shaken. Junbad Gul Mohammad's case ..... Finally, Abrar also came out with ripe carrots and Mianwali came out of the wheel, but luckily we were out of town that day, so he went back unsuccessfully without getting any benefit ... ... Inside, we also lost our lives due to the gap that escaped the formal action of allegiance, but after that ......
The strange thing is that at night, in the light of day and night, and even while waking up, we started dreaming ... for example, sometimes presiding over big religious gatherings in the name of "religious protocol" and sometimes inaugurating madrassas.
I am cutting the ribbons ...... sometimes in the name of the anchor, from native black roosters to mountain goats .... my caliphs were seen distributing the slips of success in this world and the hereafter while receiving them in droves ... ... The grave of my late father, which was not even a shadow in the distance. One day, with awake eyes, I see that a disciple has built a magnificent "air-conditioned" tomb without bringing it to my notice. ....
If I opened my eyes in the morning, a majestic court would open, and without any salary, servants, and slaves ... they would not even give me a chance to move my hands and feet for bathing ...
I who ... In real life, in the heat and confinement, for the sustenance of the children, all day long, between the iron and the rubber, I become like a sweetness like a grease ..... Now, Mashaallah (in dreams) And the headdress of many colors... Golden rosary in hand and silk socks and Jalandhari in the feet and do not know what to decorate "medals" .... seemingly a complete "joker" but spiritually in such a high place Had happened which unfortunately I did not know anything?
Whenever I would look at the disciples who were drowning in their devotion and love up to their knees ... Subhan Allah ... the voices of Subhan Allah would resound from all sides while I would feel the poet who had said the same thing from within.
From the prostrations of our madness
In fact, some people became gods
It is true that in such an environment ... sometimes I really feel like a pharaoh, but my conscience ... which I did not always allow to wake up with the help of double dose medicine ... sometimes when I change my mind If the eyes of the unfortunate had been opened, he would have had all the fun. And at least his generation will be able to shine on my bones ..................... ¡
In a similar dream, a beautiful day was passing when Ustad Atiq-ur-Rehman and some friends were descending on the bank of the river Indus in the evening... The cell phone rang while shopping in Kalabagh...
Muridpak Abrar-ul-Haq with Gujjar ... Once again I apologized on the phone for being out of the city but at his insistence when he informed me of his presence in Kalabagh, instead of accepting the apology, he went to Kalabagh and went to meet us in person. After a regular meeting, maybe like us .... all his dreams were shattered?
But one of the benefits of this live meeting was that after a while ... I came out of the fantasy world of colorful dreams and came back to real life and the There was an unseen veil ... it was torn and I found a friend like Abrar-ul-Haq Gujjar.