THE FAKIR AND THE SULTAN
Mokdum was a Fakir.He had a stick in one hand and a Tasbih in the other.His eyes were bright and his sight was deep and keen.He used to eat whatever he got.He passed his night anywhere his night came,he spent the entire night in prayer.
Once on his way,the Fakir came to the Jam-e-Masjid of Patna.It was a Friday.There was a huge Jamat.There were the Nawab,the Amirs,the courtiers,the soldiers,the musafirs,the traders and all there were people of all classes.Many had to sit outside the mosque.
After the Namaj,The Nawab said in his prayer.Elahi,give me more wealth,more power and more honour,Then he began to distribute money among the poor,the beggars,the Fakirs and all kinds of candidates,and all were pleased.Fakir Mokdum Shah alone was string with a grave face.Now,the got up and was about to leave the masque.
The Nawab called him and said,Take something.Fakir Sahib,please
But the Fakirs did not stop.He said,I don't take anything from a beggar,who begs to Allah for power and earthly possessions.
Once on his way,the Fakir came to the Jam-e-Masjid of Patna.It was a Friday.There was a huge Jamat.There were the Nawab,the Amirs,the courtiers,the soldiers,the musafirs,the traders and all there were people of all classes.Many had to sit outside the mosque.
After the Namaj,The Nawab said in his prayer.Elahi,give me more wealth,more power and more honour,Then he began to distribute money among the poor,the beggars,the Fakirs and all kinds of candidates,and all were pleased.Fakir Mokdum Shah alone was string with a grave face.Now,the got up and was about to leave the masque.
The Nawab called him and said,Take something.Fakir Sahib,please
But the Fakirs did not stop.He said,I don't take anything from a beggar,who begs to Allah for power and earthly possessions.
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