Sufi Tales
My connect with Rabia al-Basri
It was Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia's URS (Death Anniversary) of the year 1986, a few months after my 5th birthday. Langar was being distributed in the courtyard of the house I grew up in. Among all the Zayereen (visitors) I saw his shining face, smiling at me. I was helping my mother distribute and eat at the same time, and I remember how Abbu (My Father) bent down so I could make him eat the tosha (sweet rice). Childishly, I asked him who gave me my name. He cupped my face in his hands and said, "You are my fourth child, my...
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