Who is beloved ?

Ladies and gentlemen, when Eid comes, on the one hand, there is its own joy, on the other hand, there are many small Eids associated with it, which have been hanging with an old thread in the past. There was a time when we used to go to pray Eid holding our father's finger. Then this time came, we got rid of our finger and became completely free. Like young boys, we started going to pray Eid alone with our friends. Then this time came, holding our children's fingers. There were many Eids. Then this time came, we took our children's children with us and they turned back and told their fathers, "Grandpa is far behind. Go slowly. Still, we started praying Eid." I remembered this thing about this. Exactly 22 years ago today, I was leaving the four walls of my mosque after praying Eid and we were meeting people like this. When you go to pray Eid, you hug your friends, colleagues, loved ones and other worshippers and do them in a special way. You turn your head from one side to the other. So, while doing this, when we went out, we met many old friends. Suddenly, I thought that we are meeting our friends whom we know and who gather in this mosque. But there are also some people who are not our friends, but they must have done us some favor in some way. Then it occurred to me that I live in Model Town. The police station in this area sends soldiers to the city at night. Who are they who patrol on bicycles? I should also go with them and celebrate Eid and thank them for being our protectors and for making so many efforts and efforts for this. So, I did not know where our police station was. I asked the people and they said, "It is in the block." So, I took a car and went there to meet them. When I went, Haq Alam was in this police station. When people had gone to offer their prayers, the soldiers had been given leave. The police station chief, the SHO, was relieved of his dirty salutes. Wearing uniform and with a cigarette stuck in his finger, he was sitting on a chair to blow flowers. He had his feet on the table and there was no one there.

When I entered, I said, "Sir, is it permissible?" They said, "Sir, please come." I said, "No, I have come to meet you." They said, "Yes, sir." They put their feet down from the table and sat down. The police officers call you by calling you "Sir, sir." They have a style. They said, "Sir, what is your business?" I said, "No, I have no business. I have come just like that." He said, "How can it be that a person comes to the police station and has no business?" I said, "No, I have not come today for that purpose. You are the SHO." He said, "Yes, I am the SHO." I said, "I have come to meet you." They were very surprised and said, "Very kind, and peace be upon you. Eid Mubarak." I said, "Look, police officer, and peace be upon you. Eid Mubarak." It doesn't happen like this. You will have to stand up and then meet me for Eid. So there was no way to meet Eid. I came from such a distance. They didn't understand what I was saying, so I insulted them and grabbed their shoulders and lifted them up to where their stars are. They stood up. Every time I put them down, they got a little scared.

When I turned my head to the other side and tried to figure out what was going on, he started crying so hard, I was scared, oh my God, what happened? Such a big police officer, a man with a heavy body, started crying so loudly, I was completely shaken and stunned, and I couldn't do the third thing because I was scared. While crying, he said, "Sir, if you are a true man, then I assure you that this is the first time in my 19 years of service that someone has come to meet me on Eid. Someone has always insulted me. Otherwise, I and my entire people who are in the police station are untouchables. We are swindlers and thieves. We are not considered human beings, we are not considered human beings like anyone else. Today, for the first time in my 19 years of service, I have been considered human beings. If you, I said, "Absolutely, I have come from such a long way and there is no other human being like you. People have created a huge difference and a huge gap between us. People do not come near us. We are people." I don't know where this mistake started and why it happened and we go to meet but such a shame has been spread over us that we cannot meet. Since you people are big people, you don't come near us. Then you ask me again and again if you really came to meet me. I said, "I am telling you honestly, knowing Allah's Messenger, that I have come to meet you. I have left the mosque.

I have not gone home yet. Then he said, "Sit down and drink tea with me." I said, "I will definitely sit down and drink tea. What could be better than that?" When I left with them, I thought in my heart as I was going home that this is the lack of love whose flow has stopped between us and we do not know each other and do not recognize each other and there are very high walls that have been erected between us. So I decided to call my literary friends, journalists and intellectuals and those people from the police station who are I will call them and have them talk to each other so that they can get to know each other and get to know each other. We have arranged for this. We have a place in Lahore where we had an office in Al-Falah. There was a place for National Reconstruction and Construction. We arranged for it. The policemen were very happy. They came in their new uniforms, well-dressed, with good shoes. Among them were the DIG, SSP, Inspector, SHO and the coffee hall that was full. Then there were separate chairs and we, our fellow intellectuals, writers, journalists, were also present. This is a great moral code between us and there is a huge gap that needs to be filled and bridged. So I have bothered them. Come, you too, talk to them. This is a good beginning. Just like in other countries of the world, especially in England, the one who looks at Bobby with love, the one who becomes a soldier is also named by the children with love. And all the children who go to school and try on the way They say that when they meet Bhubi, he is controlling the traffic. They should join hands with him. Bhubi also has this desire that he should accompany the children going to school by giving them a pair of pliers. If he has any sweet pill or lemon drop in his pocket, he keeps it in his pocket and gives it to them. They have a very deep bond of love between them. There are such people who ask for directions. If someone is difficult for you, then you ask your Bhubi where do I have to go.

I was in London, my friend, who was not even able to speak our language, so she and Bobby were playing with her, now she was speaking Punjabi and English, now we were talking, she was talking about the same thing, she wanted to go to Brahma village, she wanted to go to Garmi village, she didn't understand, I also asked my mother, my wife was also with me, she said, listen, what are my idols like, I will go to Brahma village, I will go to Allah, then later I found out that she wanted to go to Birmingham and was looking for Brahma village, so that's all we knew, she said, thank you very much, I have come out of this difficulty, that Birmingham village is where she wanted, I need help, don't worry, I said, how come, she doesn't have a ticket to London, she reached the plane, he said, no, it's my duty, I will take her, I said, how will you go, he said, no, we have so much money from the daily expenses, the government has given so much money that if someone is in trouble, we can help him. If you do, I will take him, I will spend my ticket, I will also pay for his ticket and I will take him to his destination. If the money is found from his son whose address he has given, then it is fine. Otherwise, if I tell my department, I wanted this kind of relationship to be established between us. How can it be a matter of love? After talking about this, I asked one of my senior friends to talk to him. He stood on the microphone above the hostel and said, "This is a great opportunity. Ashfaq Sahib has made this arrangement. We are very happy. We have agreed to meet many policemen today. I will ask you what is the rate of bribery today." He turned all the tables on me. After I spoke, he said, "Okay, Afzal Sahib, peace be upon you. You were very kind. You had called us and sent us away in such a humiliating manner. Now, it is okay. It is your wish.

I tried hard and begged him a lot, but he got up from all the seats and said, "This is a great opportunity." This was supposed to happen to us, he said, "Baba, we were trying to create love between us." He said, "No, no, these are unreasonable people. You can't love them." Then I thought that we didn't understand this matter of love well. My wife was teaching our eldest son, Ghalib. He was a student and Urdu was his optional subject in B.Sc. Science. Ghalib was lying down. He was sitting upstairs and not paying any attention. I was sitting downstairs reading the newspaper. We have a medium-sized one sitting in it. My wife complained loudly, "Look, he is mischievous and playing with the paper and not paying attention. I am teaching him." He said, "Abu, is there any fault in this? It is my mother's fault?" I asked him, "Why am I asking?" "Mother, what is a beloved?" She said, "Son, I will tell you that a beloved is someone who is loved." He said, "You have translated this for us, science." We are students of the university. We want to know the definition of what a beloved is. Even my mother did not tell me. Except for one, you are Dua Deb. Both of you are mentally retarded. Couldn't you explain? I said, "You are saying this rightly. We have translated it, but...

But I could not give the definition of beloved, so I said, Bano Qudsia and my son, come down. I said, let's go to Babaji. We will reach the camp from there. What is beloved? She said, leave it. You bring Baba in every matter. He is a poor illiterate person. He has goats, goats, and other things. What else will he tell me? I said, no, let me go. Please, of course. Khana Qudsia also sat with us. We took the car and went out. We reached there. On the Infantry Road, Babaji was busy cooking the pot, cooking the fire. Noor was with him. People were sitting to make rotis. So my wife came so quickly, as you say in Punjabi. If Vandi had already reached, she quickly said in a loud voice that what I heard outside was that I was locking the car. She said in a loud voice, Babaji, what is beloved? Babaji used to talk by raising his finger. When a definition had to be given, it was a court-able coat. He always used to talk by raising his finger, so he had learned an English word, I don't know where from, "Note." We would become attentive, thinking that now something important was coming up. He dropped the doily he was spinning and said in the pot, "Note." A beloved is someone whose name is right but looks right.

This was the definition. Many things in children are not right, but their mother loves them. Everything is not right for them. A beloved is someone who doesn't know what is right or wrong, but looks right. I said, "Come on, you and I, bring what we had read with us." It had an effect on my mind. When I went to meet Thanar Sahib for Eid prayers, I thought that despite the fact that many people think that he is not a good person, now if someone wants to give us love, we can approach them only by considering them as good people. I tried very hard, but in the beginning, it didn't work. Then, slowly, I started to realize that this class is not good enough for its own good. He is a very oppressed person. I have been meeting him. I had made a new friendship with him. So I said, "What can I do for you?" He said to me, "If you ever get a chance, give me a set of papers in the police station. A set of papers was worth 12 annas and two pencils with rubber on the back." I said, "You don't get stationery from the government." They said, "All police stations get stationery worth 11 rupees a month. All of them, and they use countless papers to write on." So I told my friends to give them as many stationery as we can and they were happy. Then I thought, "How can they be transferred to Bobby?" It is very difficult because we have severed all ties with them. They have severed ties with us for some reason. It has broken off, so it cannot be reestablished now." Then I saw that my office is on Mar Road. At Mir Pul, soldiers used to stand on both sides of the road and a head of state had to go through this report. He would leave the Governor's House, go to the airport and stand in the hot sun in a bad condition. I don't know when he would leave, whether it was the president or the prime minister. One day, he was standing around 10 in the morning and it was 3 in the evening. I left the office two or three times. I saw him....

When I saw him, I asked him, "No, the ministers, sir, to go to the airport." He said, "Yes, they had left the Governor's House. Then they had some work to do and then they went back. A message had been brought there and they were sitting there. A meeting was going on. So I said, "Are you standing here? It's very hot. How are you standing?" They said, "We can't move." I said, "Have you drunk water?" They said, "No, I don't have any such great arrangements." When I went to my office, we had old, dirty buckets. They couldn't even cool the water in them, which was from a pitcher. There was no such arrangement. I brought two dirty glasses of lentils and gave them water. The poor man was very grateful. He thought I was a very good and virtuous man. He said, "There is a good man in Lahore, otherwise who gives them water?" When our office closed in the evening, our head of state left. Then he slowly turned around and started walking back. I was going home. When I saw him, I asked, "Are there any arrangements for you to go?" He said, "Yes, I have no such arrangements." We did not have this custom in the morning, we are thrown here, but we are cruel and show someone a stick and stop them, saying, "Get us off here on the road. We have a duty here. There is no arrangement for us when we go back in the evening. So I stopped the car and the carrier and told them to sit down. Now, they are 25-30 feet away. If you are driving a small carrier car, how much load is in the back? If you turn around once, you will fall down. They said, "If you want to be very kind to us, then take us to Charing Cross. We will make some arrangements from there." So I took them there. This matter was very painful for me. It was late. It is still there. My wish, always, is that I see them in a better form than Bobby and a loving relationship can be established between us. It could not happen. But this wish kept growing in my own way. Then there was an IGAI, Chaudhry Sardar Muhammad, who was a very literary person. When I spoke to him, he said, "Yes, in the name of Allah." You come and address them and meet them. You and some other cadres also went with you.

We started talking to them. For the first time, they realized that this is Attaullah Qasmi, this is Amjad Islam Amjad, this is Asghar Nadeem Sahib. They were very encouraged and they came to honor us. So they invited us to talk to us in Gujranwala. We talked to them. They were so happy and so impressed. There was an attack there. The robbers attacked Ojla Kalan, a place where they have their place. There was a fight there and eight percent of them were martyred. They said, "No problem, we are ready if we get the wealth of honor." Ladies and gentlemen, we have never considered that people do not need money as much as they need respect, self-respect, and self-respect. Unfortunately, this practice is very rare in our country and we have never paid attention to this. You must be surprised and think that those who earn money steal and take bribes. And we interviewed them and asked them: Why do you take bribes? What is the reason why you sometimes engage in such acts? They say, "We collect a lot of money and buy respect with it. The money will be more."

They buy respect illegally and when they buy it, they become credible. They sit in a big car, pick up a telephone in one hand, and in the other, there is a collection cuff and you say, "Hello, Chaudhry Sahib." If, without doing all this, respect is given to those who are respected or if a person in the position he is in is given this position and is humiliated, I am saying that he cannot do any wrong act because I am a respected person. In developed societies, this trick has been adopted that they have given people that dignity and those people cannot do anything that leads them to humiliation and dishonor by hanging the sword of their respect at their side. They say, "We are respected and honorable people. We cannot do that, as I was saying last time, when you fast, you become a big person, you join the fasting people. You have gained a special kind of respect. Respect is in your eyes. Then, no matter where you are, in the bathroom, in the locked rooms, or in hiding. They don't steal water, they don't drink anything, they don't eat anything, there is no soldier on top of you, there is no policeman, there is no one to prevent this person from being watched. We say that our governments should not be given much attention. I believe that governments are very meaningless and useless things. They ask about each other's illnesses and moods. Only humans can take care of each other. They can support each other. The government can never give.

So I see that this thing is decreasing in our country and we need such centers and such places where we don't get education, where we don't get grammar, where we don't get lessons, but people must be respected and it should not be said that this person is not knowledgeable, so we don't respect them. We will say that since they are human beings and this respect is the offspring of Adam, we must respect them. Once, there was a young man in our camp. He was a very good student of Aya Islamia College. He rode a bicycle. He came inside with the bicycle mounted on him, then he sat on the bed where Babaji was sitting, put his feet there and his feet there and said, "Oh Baba, are you giving people wrong education and teaching them wrong things?" We were very angry at this. "Sir, what happened?" He said, "You know that humans have evolved into humans. Earlier, humans were monkeys." Babaji said, "Son, at least don't talk like that. We have been honored. You are the children of the prophets. We were very surprised. "This Baba, the son of Adam, has come to us. Never call yourself the children of monkeys. You are the children of the prophets." Now when he heard that he was the child of the prophets, he was very happy about this and then went away in a different way. "I thank you very much. I am grateful that you are here. You listened to me. And also to you, who are a little far from us but close to our hearts. May Allah grant you all ease and grant you the honor of sharing ease."