Andrew from England

As per my heartfelt wish, our Shahzad Ahmed came to this gathering and he immediately reminded me of that era which belongs to the decade of 60, 61, 62. I do not remember it properly and this matter is related to some extent to the spiritual teachings about which I used to travel to big places to gain knowledge and get education. But this was my early days and I had no intention of getting involved in this spiritualism nor was I interested in it. In the evening, I was having dinner with the children when there was a knock on our door. So I went and opened the door. There was a big thin young man with a beard, blond hair, English style, wearing worn jeans and a half-sleeved shirt. He was standing against the wall. He said to me, "You are Afzal." I said, "It is me." He remained silent for some time then kept looking at my face then he said, "I want to get some information from you, do you know something about spirituality?" I said, "Yes, I am." No, I have nothing to do with it. I have read about it. I can say that I am a journalist of this knowledge at most. But I have not entered into it.

I do not know anything about it. He said, I am very disappointed. Someone told me in Quetta, from where I was getting my traveler's check cashed, to meet Afzal Sahib. He will tell you a lot of information. I said, I do not know anything about it, but where are you staying? He said, I live at the railway station in Lahore. It has been three days since I came. Before that, I lived in India. I lived in Benares for a year and from there I went to Kathmandu. In Kathmandu, I acquired the knowledge of Tantric Vidya. I stayed there for 10-11 months. After acquiring Tantric knowledge, I did not get any relief. Then I came here. Someone in Lahore told me that Lahore is also a center of spirituality. I said, This is Madinat-ul-Auliya. So, that is correct.

But I don't know much about him. The truth is that I don't know either. He was disappointed. That face of Shahzad. It would be easy for you to recognize him. He was just as thin. The same shape. The same eyes. The same nose. The same way he stood. The same neck. I came back inside. My wife asked who he was. I said, "Someone from outside. A foreigner." He asked, "Why did he come to us?" I said, "I'm very curious about why he came to us." Well, in the evening, when I went to bed, I thought, "I don't know where he lives and he might have some problems." He was a gentle man and he wanted to know something. I was also in that problem at the time. He used to come a lot in his time. And I liked his style. So, this whole whirlwind kept going on in my mind. The next day, I went to the railway station at 10 or 11 o'clock. He was reading something by leaning his book against the open wall near the third-class tube.

I met him. He said, "I apologize, I couldn't talk to you properly yesterday. What is your name?" He said, "My name is Andrew." I said, "Where do you live?" He said, "I live here." I said, "You will have difficulty here." He said, "No, no difficulty. We are ordinary people. There is no such difficulty. This is very good. I get water to drink. I eat a samosa." I said, "You do this and that. Come home with me and you will have some comfort there. My health is very burdensome." He said, "Okay, I will come." When he started walking, he had nothing with him. I said, "Take my bag." He said, "Which bag?" I have nothing. I brought it home with me. My wife asked, "What are you doing?" Because when he came home, first, his body smelled very bad. He smells special like happy people. Second, when he sat down, he asked me, "Can I have a cigarette?" I said, "Take a cigarette." When he smoked a cigarette, my wife said, "What is this?" There is a cigarette in it, it has a different kind of smell, so I said, this is how it happens, if you give permission, then it is okay, if you give permission, then she said, what will you do with it, I said, we have a room here, it is very nice and empty, so I will let him stay in this room, he is an educated person, so he took the hand of the very cloudless one, 18 for how many days, I said, don't tell me, for how many days, when he woke up in the morning, he said, Afzal sir, I am not a real poet, I am 60 of a poet, I may not be, but I have written a poem, at night, he started reciting it to me, I am very fond of poetry, but to go into such depth, when it is a difficult poem, I stop again, so that I can understand something after looking at it carefully, but he started reciting it in English, my wife sat in front of me, she was shocked, she was lying on the floor, it is a little easy, so he said, interview please, again, he said, then read it, those two gentlemen, absolutely I fell in love with him and I was grateful that I was no longer a burden. He said, "Do you write something? Return something to Alice?" He said, "Yes, I have a poem in my pocket. I recited two or three poems from it to him." My wife said, "Yes, I have a poem in my pocket."

This is a poet of great talent, he is a poet of anger, and he started describing all these long and long things in detail. He started getting good food from our house because he was a very good poet. Mr. Entri started living there. There was a corner in our house where no one used to sit. He made his place there. He saved a broken vase. He sat in that corner all day long. He had no concern for anyone. He never disturbed us. He never asked us anything. He never asked for anything. He just sat there and kept writing. In the evening, my wife would ask if he had written anything. He would say that he had written a stanza or two or a whole poem. He would recite one stanza or two or a whole poem. He would only have one poem and one poem. And he would finish his poetry and go upstairs again in the evening. One day, my wife was very worried and she kept moving from one room to another and from one to the third room. The servants were also worried. She kept going to the veranda and coming out again and again. So Entri, who had never He did not interfere in my work and an Englishman never interferes or asks. When he saw my father's distress like this, he got up and came from his place and said, "If you don't mind, father, you are going to be uncomfortable and uncomfortable, what is wrong?" I wanted to ask you, but I shouldn't because it is against manners and I shouldn't interfere, but I can't bear it.

You are very nervous." He said, "Interview with me, don't talk to me. This is not your business. You leave this story. I am just nervous. You don't disturb me." The poor man was devastated. I don't know what the style of the people of the East is. But when his distress grew worse, a man came carrying a hammer and a mortar. He kept knocking and knocking inside. Then he went back. Andrew said, "Tell me whatever you want, father, I will definitely ask what the problem is." He said, "The thing is, my closet where food and drink are kept is It is locked, it is automatic, so I forgot my job keys inside. I accidentally touched the door, so it closed. Now it does not open. Now I called the man from the petrol pump and sent him. He said, I will take 60 rupees. He tried a lot. He said that the lock is such that no one in the world can open it. Let the locksmith make it and take the money and cut that part, then it will be a lakh. He said, can I see that lock of yours? He said, what will Mr. Kot do after seeing it? He said, no, I want to see it. She said, come, come, look. He went to the lock and looked. He said, "Father, there must be a wire." He said, "There is no wire." So he went around it himself. There was a broken umbrella lying in our house, which was old. He took out its wire and twisted it. He shook it and opened the door with the doorknob. My wife was very surprised. She said, "How did you open it?" He said, "It just opened." It just opens, he said, "Yes, it was a very complicated lock." So he said, "Interview, tell me how you opened it." He said, "Father, I am a famous thief from London."

And I was sentenced to two years in prison. My character was good for stealing. I got a four-month pardon. After serving a year and eight months, I came out of prison. There is no door or lock in front of me. Now I am scared. I came home in the evening and they said, "This is Andrew. He is a thief. We have kept him in the house." I said, "There is no such thing." He said that he himself confessed to it. When I asked him, he said, "Yes, sir. I am a very famous thief. If you want, I can show you the newspaper news cutting that has my photo in it." I got a four-month pardon because my character was very good. After that, he said, "I got a job in a primary school as a professor of philosophy. He was a man of literature. He was a man of humanities. He was a man of lexicography. He became a professor of linguistics. He kept teaching and teaching." He said, "Linguistics is a very difficult subject, sir. I will tell you about it someday because you must know its basics. Then I will teach you about spirituality." I got interested and then I went to India. Now both husband and wife in our house were very scared that a thief was kept in the house. He is a convicted person and also a poet. He is also a professor of English and the professor also knows subjects like linguistics and philology very well. Now I started to be a little afraid of him and he also realized it. He used to get up in the morning and travel a long way and remain absent throughout the day. He would return at five or six in the evening. Then we would eat food etc.

He would not eat with us during the day. One day I asked him where do you go throughout the day. He said that you could not help me. In Lahore, there is a Baba Chatri Wala with the old Ravi. I go to him. So you should also go. He is very strange and poor. He has knowledge and he will tell you many such things. So I said that I do not trust such things. I do not believe in these things. He said no. You must go with me. So I went with him out of interest and curiosity. So that Baba Chatri Wala who They spoke Kashmiri, they did not know any other language, while Antri spoke English, he did not know any other language, but both of them would sit in the morning to talk and would ask and answer each other till evening. Now, what they were doing, only they could know. For me, this was a big problem. How could this happen? He wanted that what this Baba said was something I had never heard before, neither in Kathmandu nor in Banaras. And I could not ask Baba, what kind of person is a person who asks you this question? But Antri knows all these things. Now, look, a person goes somewhere to search, but his direction is somewhere else. He went somewhere else. He went to our house. We, who were uncertain people, did not trust in things. He had to stay there. Now, one day, he told me that I also have a fiancée, his name is Joey. Joey wanted to write a letter to him saying, "I want to join you, where are you?" At that time, Antri's father, who was Joey's father was a retired British Railways officer. He was a draftsman in the county. He was a GP draftsman. He belonged to a good family. My wife is fond of drafts. She said Joey must come. Why do they live separately? So we said, okay, let's call him.

He made her, so he wrote her a letter saying, "You are Joi Joi, who came to our house. She was very beautiful, very fair and tall, but her nature was like something that they say she would not walk. The patience and tolerance that she had in the interview were not enough and she used to get angry at many things during the interview. So when my girls, my nieces, my family members saw her, they said that Joi and the interview should get married. So they said, "First we will keep her dholki, then her horses." Half the girls turned towards her and half towards Joi. Sir, such a big wedding has never happened before in our veranda. The girls would sit every day with their dholki and start playing. Joi was very happy. There is no such respect in the province. They go to church for a second and then they finish. But when the wedding was approaching, the interns told me, "My marriage has already happened, but I want to invite her. I want to invite her. Whatever happens, it will happen." I said, "How can this happen to you?" What will we register you in? He said no, just go as is. So I told the local cleric, today we are getting married, Gora Gori, so you go. He said okay. I said, let me read the marriage contract. You read something. He said, no problem. He is a Christian.

I said, yes, he is a Christian. Now, on the day of his wedding, he went in the morning to meet his father, the umbrella owner, and to receive prayers from him. The day passed. The girls were tired from playing the drums and Punjab. It was evening. The cleric came. There was no sign of Andrew Sahib. And we all sat worried. There was a woman in the house. She was running around with pins and needles. Night fell. It was eight or nine at night. At midnight, Entre Sahib came. She was wearing a satin satin dress, knee-high and a shirt on her head. So I just shouted at her. She said, "Where are you from?" She said, "I am very sorry. I am lazy. Sorry, sir, I have to say this again and again." I said okay. But all these girls are sitting, all the arrangements for your wedding are being made, etc., etc. He said that I had a very important job, I was not getting time, I had to get the certificate, but it was not coming, it was late, so I said which certificate, he said yes, I have become a Muslim today and I had to get the certificate for it. I said where did I get the certificate from? He said, Maulvi Sahib gave it to me in the Shahi Masjid. I got this, so I have named myself Sulaiman. I said, friend, you had to become a Muslim, so ask me for a good name. We have given so many great names in dramas. Sulaiman said, I like it, just yes, it is an imitation of Hazrat Sulaiman. A strange and poor man came over him. He said, I have given this name. The girls were making a mistake. They shouted that Sulaiman brother, long live Joy, she started saying, this has happened, now I am quiet, my wife is also quiet. A girl started calling my bondi Neelo, Amberist, Amberist Islam, who, hearing this, tore the beautiful clothes that he was wearing.

She scratched her head, started lying on the ground, started spitting and was so worried that we found it difficult to say, "Oh God, what happened?" She said, "Come on, tomorrow we will take you away from my side, Suleiman, try to explain this to her." He said, "Don't talk to me. You are so cruel. You are a terrorist. You would become anything if you were not a Muslim. You don't know that this is the most terrible, cruel, bloodthirsty nation in the world." She said, "Oh, no, you are a true person. Well, he is telling her that in our religion, this is the only religion in which there is no compulsion in religion. I will never tell you to change your religion. I have ordered you to do this. And he is telling her in such a way that now she has become something else in you. We explained to Joey that Manaji is sitting here. The girls' breasts stopped and she started crying a lot. She said, "Oh, I will not do this." So we asked her, "If you don't want me, father, I will not do this." No, no, let's talk about the same thing, Mr. Suleman, who said the same thing in his previous interview, Lakm Din, Akam Wali Din, I don't know if it was read that marriage should not be forced. I told him that he was wearing pajamas. She was also coming like that. She was also coming. Well, she hit him and went back. That's it. He said, "It's okay. This happens. We are not people who force things.

But I will definitely convince him. Whether someone is involved or not, please help me." I said, "Did I say that no one has ever asked you for anything?" I saw that. I opened the store one day with my father to get rice. There was a box of 13 heads in the store. There was a very valuable thing in it. Can you give it to me? I got scared. I don't know what he is asking for. I said, "What is it?" He said, "Rail Crowd Sugar was lying in the mud. Our five-six-year-old is dirty and smelly." He saw it and said, "Where did you get this from? This is a blessing from Allah." We eat white sugar, the one we give to buffaloes etc. We couldn't find a suitable place to throw it away. He said so I asked what will you do with it. He said, "Oh, donut, no sir, it contains calcium, it contains iron, it contains phosphate. All these things are there. This is a great blessing. Give it to me. I will make a cake for it." I said, "Yes, it's gone. Your wedding is not over. What will you do with the cake?" He said, "No." So that dirty rascal made such a high-quality cake by adding round dough. We couldn't eat it, but he was cutting it and eating it with a knife. He gave a piece to our family members. My wife said, "It's for his wedding. We should take it." So we also took it and ate it quickly. He said, "I want to call my mother." I said, "Of course." She called her mother in the UK. She said, "Here, the locals have arranged my wedding. Sally, Sally's mother, mother, instead of asking her, "Who are these people?" She started saying, "Where are they?" To Waze

Mama, there were five pounders and 10 pounders and this one and she told him the quality of the good, it had calcium, iron, etc., and some 18 kinds of qualities. Then he said, I will take a cutting and send it to you tomorrow in a parcel. A marriage is a very strange thing. Then suddenly one day he left us and went away. After about a month, I received a letter from him that I live in Badin. There is a place in Swat and a river is flowing here. If Allah has brought a paradise on earth, it is Swat. I am very happy here. I am here and Allah has given me great grace. I have bought a place. I have 13 kanals of land. I said, "How did you get that?" He said, "Here, the people who said this land was one father, three sons, and vegetables grow in it for the world to see." And I used to look at it with longing eyes, looking at it broken and broken in the mountains. Then he would ask me, "What do you see?" I said, "White." What a beautiful land it is, they said, "Curse me, this is some land, this is some place, this is some country, I got into a fight with them." I said, "Give me the land." They said, "Take the land from us and get us four visas for London." I said, "Okay." I wrote a letter to my father. He sold me four visas. He went to court and transferred the land to my name. I said, "If there is heaven, it is in Swat." They said, "If there is heaven, it is in England." What a good thing we have found. I said, "If there is heaven, it is Swat. It is Pakistan." He said, " Afzal Sahib," I could not understand what this is. Why have those people left heaven? Those who were Pathans used to say, "Why has this foolish child left the heaven of England and come here?" This was the story of an interview, which I had to stop reading due to lack of time. Then, when I came to a gathering, I will explain that it becomes very difficult for a person to decide where his paradise is.