If you are generous, Allah (GOD) Almighty will give you a lot

This is a story of that time when I had come from a new province, there was a lot of talk about gathering information from someone about what is called the One Wisdom of the East here. In this regard, I had to go to different places in different areas and corners. I used to search for such camps where elders lived. You must have heard this word from me many times. So I used to go to the camp of Hazrat Shah Sahib and try to get information from him about the knowledge that is not available in the knowledge books and it clashed with my knowledge in a big way because I was prepared in a different way. In terms of knowledge, the knowledge there was a different kind of knowledge, but I was interested in it. But along with that, there was a problem that my colleagues and my contemporaries, who were writers, considered it very bad that an educated person of ours, Sayyiduna, had come from such a distance and was growing in the province. What kind of nonsense business has he got involved in and it also caused them great pain. And big columns were also written against me. My wife was very angry, saying, "What are you doing?" So I used to go there secretly and fearlessly. One day, I went there in the evening and we were praying Maghrib prayers. Baba ji was standing with me. Maulvi Sahib was leading the prayers.

Then a man started crying and shouting, "Come quickly, Yunus has contracted the deadly disease and his throat is ringing and his bell is ringing and he is close to dying." He said, "Call Babaji and bring him to sit by my head and recite Surah Yaseen." At that time, we were praying. Babaji did not hit me, but said, "Son, break your intention." At first, I did not understand what he was saying, but he said, "Break your intention." I said, "Okay, since I was under training, I said, "Okay, as they say." They said, "Look, the reward has been given. A person is in trouble. First, his trouble should be resolved. Then we will pray. We will pray later because it is a qadha of prayer, not a qadha of service." A person falls off a bicycle and gets injured. You ask me to read Maghrib and then I pick him up. This is not right. Now this was not at all for me and it was strange. Okay, I got up. I went to the house I was going to. I also saw that. Okay, that is a long story. I will tell you another time and it is interesting. We returned to our place and got down from the rickshaw. I gave the rickshaw driver some money. His three rupees were worth 80 paise. I gave him four rupees. He thought that I had fought a great battle.

Then Babaji asked, "Son, did you give me a lot of money?" I said, "Yes." They said, "How much?" I said, "Four rupees." They said, "Why?" I said, "His three rupees were worth 50 paise or 80 paise?" I gave him four rupees. They said, "No, give me five." I said, "Five." I was shocked. Why should I give five? I said, "Why?" They said, "You should have given me some of what you gave." Which of your own money did you have to give, which of the money God gave you, which of your own money did you have to pay from your own pocket? Then he shook me a little, but I understood it. Intellectually, economically, emotionally, that thing did not sink into me, but I kept thinking about it and pondering. The next day, a very dear friend of ours, Ibn Insha, came from Karachi. He kept looking for me at home. Then he found out that I was not anywhere else at that time, not in any library. He thought that I must have gone to the camp. So, he took a big stick, it was made of bamboo, and went to the camp, searching for me. He knew that now he did not go inside. He kept standing outside. He was also embarrassed that this man was sitting in a strange place. I was sitting inside. I was scared. He said, "Outside, you are fine." He approached him, scared. He said, "You should be ashamed." How many times have I told you that this is the age of science and technology, so in what useless place do you sit and what do you learn? Here I had two friends, one Ibn Insha and one Rashid.

They were very interested in science and technology. They were amazed. They used to say, "Science has made it perfect." I went to the UNO. Rashid's office was on the 42nd floor from the top floor. When we came down, he was walking with me. When we stopped at a post office, he said, "Well, you have come from the village. You have neither education, beauty nor health. How do you people live? Have you seen this post office?" I said, "Yes, I have seen it. It is an American post office. It is really beautiful." He said, "It is not about beauty. Look, it is making noises. It was making noises. Do you know what is happening? These stamps are being stamped and the machine is automatically stamping them. There is no human being, no servant, no bird. Look, the packets are brought there and the machine automatically stamps them. I will show you the machine for counting notes." I said, "Rashid sir, don't be so impressed by these things." He said, "No, you are a fool." I want to tell you this, I remembered you in the middle. Allah Bakhsh was a very dear person. Both of them were very dear to me. Ibn Insha was angry about this. He wanted to remove me. He stood outside and took that thin bamboo stick and said, "Tell me what is here that you cannot find in any book or library. What is it?" I said, "Insha Ji, it is nothing special. Some things are observed and are different." He said, "Did I say, 'Yesterday we went.' I paid the rickshaw fare like this. I got out of the rickshaw like this. I paid the money like this. Baba Ji said, 'You were supposed to give me only five.' What did you give me? Out of what you gave, which one did you give me?' Insha Ji fell silent. After hearing this, he was a poet. His soul was very sweet. He could not bear it. It was a very good thing. But he listened. This scene ended. About two months later, I went to Karachi and reached Insha Ji's office to meet Insha Ji. Insha was sitting working. We were chatting. There was a lot of talk here and there. There was a lot of talk there. There was a happy girl. Her health was very poor. The jaundice in her eyes was so prominent that it looked as if it was full of yellow. To hide it, she had applied a thick layer of mascara to her eyes, and she was wearing a black burqa.

She stood up in front of Insha Allah Ji. He gave her a letter. He took the letter and started crying. He looked at the girl and then placed it on the table. Then he opened the door and said, "Bibi, I only have these three hundred rupees with me at this time. You take this. We will talk later." She said, "Please give it to me." She took it and left. When she left, I asked Insha Allah. Who was it? He said, "I don't know." I said, "And you came to take money from me. You gave me 300 rupees. I don't know him." He said, "No, that's all I know." This is the letter. It said, "Respected Shah Sahib, I read your columns with great interest and I am very happy with them. I am a teacher in a primary school here in Lyari and my salary is 130 rupees. My father and I live in a hut whose rent has become 160 rupees and we cannot pay that. And today that person is throwing things out by picking up the belongings. If you give me If you give me 160 rupees, I will slowly reduce it to 10 rupees. I don't know anyone else in Karachi except you, that too because of the column. I said, "Oh, you foolish person." He had asked you for 160 rupees. You gave him 300. He said, "I have also given you some of the money. I only realized later which one I gave him. It is a matter of luck. I didn't understand. I knew very well what I was paying attention to. I used to take dictation and try to understand. And I said, "I have heard this phrase somewhere." He said, "I had written some columns. This was his compensation. These 300 rupees were lying with me like that." I gave him that. After about eight months, I met him again. He came to Lahore. He said, "Your father's philosophy is very scary and very big.

A person cannot get out of it." I said, "Why?" He said, "I gave this girl." I had given 300 rupees, so my life was in torment. I went to Tokyo to attend a meeting. There I received a letter from UNESCO. Your 1,000 dollars is lying with us. Tell me where we should send it. I said so. I replied that since I am a government employee and was supposed to be in your service in an official capacity, my government has given me the entire TADA bill. They said that it has nothing to do with it. It is the money given as a gift by us to all the participants. So I immediately wrote a letter saying, be careful not to touch it. Keep it there. At that time, the situation of dollars was the same as it is today. I will take it from there. This is what happened to him. Within a year, there was an onslaught of money, that is, it rained. It started coming from a place that he had not even thought of. He remained like this for two years. Then he came to my house with the same stick to fight because you have told me this big cursed thing. I am so fed up with this that I have so much money. They are saying that I am not filling up, now I have stopped giving, God forbid someone dies in agony in front of me, I don't give anything, this is punishment, keep giving, they come and go.

If you keep giving money, it comes and goes. What is this? I said, I don't know about it either. I am just asking and learning how it happens. I have seen this strange thing in life that if you give it, it comes back to you. This is a cycle of return. A person thinks, "It was 70 rupees. Out of this, I gave 30 rupees. I have to write my thesis now and do my PhD. So I will have to spend it later." He said, "Where will it come from?" However, this is not the case. Now, Allah Mian's strange system is that whatever you keep giving, some of it remains yours. And Allah Mian never looks at that register. He asks for another ledger from which you have left something and it is left behind. I remembered Hazrat Mujaddid Mujaddid Fasani. Hazrat Mujaddid Fasani. He was a very strict and principled elder. But I never forget one thing about him. He said, "Give to the person who asks you. Is this a small amount for your ego?" He stretched out his hand in front of you to ask what the great man is saying. There is a hadith in this regard and that source again says and strangely he has said that give to the one who is entitled and also to the one who is asking for something unjustly so that you do not stop getting what is not rightfully yours. Look at us, what is not rightfully yours is all kindness and we are not aware of where we are getting something unjustly. Sometimes you sit quietly and try to make a balance sheet of your life and your work, then you will find out that 80 to 90 percent of it is just like this. This is not my right. People cry like this that it is my right and I will fight and die for my right. This never happens. Sometimes it comes from a place where a person cannot imagine, rather it mostly happens like this and it goes away but a person is afraid that if I give something and I will give from what I have cried and from what I have given, there will be a shortage, although it does not happen, but they, educated people like us, talk like this. In our model town, there was a very good Kali house. Amir Din Kali was very dear to us. He used to do Kali, etc. He died.

Then Maulvi Sahib announced in the mosque that Amir Ali had died and we have to pray for him. After Maghrib, all the people of the area gathered in the block. We were also reading something when a boy came up and said, "Yes, my father is very sick. He has sent prayers for Amir Ali Kali's house." We said, "What happens if I send prayers? People only pray." He said, "My father was his best friend. Both of them were very close friends. He is in pain. He is in pain. He is paralyzed. He cannot walk. I have come with his prayers." We said, "What prayers have you brought?" We were shaking our heads. A man got up and looked outside and saw a boy coming with a tractor, a trolley behind him and his father had two sacks of wheat flour, a sack of rice, a whole bundle of jaggery and things like that. Sometimes these kinds of things are thought of, given and sent, that is, this is the way of the dervish. My daughter-in-law, who is a very beautiful, lovely, virtuous woman, thought that she should do some charity but she did not know how. This is also a very difficult task. What should she do now? She took her purse and put some money in it and left. She went to the quarters of the Jogis and stood there. Then a woman came to her and said, "Girl, how did you come to us?" She said, "I have come to meet you people and I want to serve you." She said, "You seem clumsy." She said, "Yes, yes." She said, "Go ahead, I will help you. I will help you." She pulled a chair from one of the Jogis and said, "Sit on it." She heard 10-12 good things. We lived a good life. If you give us education, give us one rupee each and go.

So my advice to all of you friends is that you should spend what Allah Almighty has given you, be generous and distribute it among the poor, then Allah Almighty will give you more in your account or to you. This is a way to get more sustenance from Allah Almighty.