Soul and body

I was abruptly asked, "Do you know this man?" by Mujeeb.

The fact that many people in the world can quickly multiply and divide millions was the topic of conversation. In my eyes, I can disclose the income calculation.

Mughni was saying, "There is a man in England who immediately tells you the size of this piece of land after looking at it," during this conversation. How much space is there? He said in one of his statements that he is getting tired of using the ability that God gave him. He begins to measure that piece of land with his eyes whenever he ventures out into the open fields because the greenness and beauty of them vanish from his vision. He estimates the length, width, and area of this piece of land within a minute before being forced to test his guess. With a step, Fetter would measure the terrain, and the results would match his estimates perfectly. He would be extremely relieved if his guess was incorrect. Sometimes the loser enjoys his defeat more than he does his victory. Another glorious victory is preceded by defeat.

I informed Mughni, "You are correct. The world is full of wonders of every kind."

When Mujeeb, who was having coffee with us, suddenly asked me, "Do you know this man?" I wanted to say something else.

I began to consider the man Mujeeb is asking me about, Hamid. That man is not a friend of mine, no.

Abbas was not interested in hearing anything about it. Shabir, nothing about it stood out. After all, which man was he talking about?

"Which man are you referring to?" I asked Mujeeb.

Mujeeb grinned, "Your memory is very weak."

Oh, my memory hasn't been strong since I was young. Avoid talking in riddles. Please identify the man you wish to introduce me to.

Masood, Arif, and Asghar all laughed out loud. "If that man is in Mujeeb's stomach, you will have to wait for his birth," Arif said to me.

I said to Arif, "I cannot wait for the birth of this Mahdi all my life," as I glanced at Mujib.

Massoud pointed to the ashtray and buried his cigarette there, declaring, "Look, gentlemen! We ought not to mock our friend Mr. Mujeeb. We'll all pay close attention.

Mujeeb didn't say anything for a while. After that, he extinguished his chert and apologized for asking about the man he did not know.

" I asked.

"Very well," Mujeeb said with great assurance. We used to stay together all day and night when we were both in Burma." He was an odd individual.

Masood inquired, "In what way?"

"In every respect," was Mujeeb's response.

"Hazrat was the only one."

Let's wrap up the story, Arif grinned. That was all he was: a Hazrat.

Masood wanted to learn more about that Hazrat. Please reveal the identity of the man you suddenly mentioned!

Mujib favored silence by nature. His condition always made his friends upset. However, he spoke harshly.

Let's wrap up the story, Arif grinned. That was all he was: a Hazrat.

Masood wanted to learn more about that Hazrat. Please reveal the identity of the man you suddenly mentioned!

Mujib favored silence by nature. His condition always made his friends upset. However, he spoke harshly. The thing is, at the point at which this discussion began, I was lost. I recalled that moment in my life that I will never forget.

"Which era was that?" I inquired.

"If you think that there is any romance in my life from that time, I will tell you that you are short-sighted," Mujeeb said at the beginning of a lengthy narrative.

"We are waiting for your decision," I told Mujeeb. It's okay if you think you're too narrow-minded. However, that man

"That man was a man," Mujeeb said with a grin. However, God had granted him numerous powers.

Masood inquired, "For instance."

He could quickly determine, for instance, whether your nose was straight or crooked, what color suit you were wearing, and what kind of tie you were wearing. Where exactly was the mole on your cheek, how are your nails, if you have a scar under your right eye, if you have shaved your eyebrows, and if your shirt was made of poplin but was at home, were you wearing socks of the same texture? The water washed it away.

When I heard this, I had the distinct impression that the individual Mujeeb was referring to had an odd personality.

Yes, but there's more to it. He thought that he would be able to accurately describe a scene, a person, or a woman with just one glance. And there can be no doubt that he always got it right.

"Was that truly accurate?" I pressed.

"Percentage for a cent." "This girl who passed by us just now, can you tell us the details about her?

This girl and I met an hour ago. She was the daughter of Mr. Lovejoy, a neighbor of ours. and came to borrow my wife's sewing machine. As a test, I asked Mujeeb this question after carefully examining it.

"You want to test me?" Mujeeb asked with a grin.

No, you need to test me. Hello! The young lady who just passed us, and whom I was unable to see quite well, yet it is futile to express anything about the dress, as anybody with great eyes and sound faculties can see what her identity is. It kind of was. The bangle on his right hand was one thing in particular that stood out to me. It bends slightly, and the left thumbnail was damaged. She simply lacks the skill of decoration, as evidenced by the lipstick on her lips.

I was exceptionally shocked by the way that he understood everything with a basic look. "The special thing I saw in him was the scar on his right cheek," Mujeeb continued, "The special thing I saw in him was the scar on his right cheek." Most likely an abscess.

Mujeeb had a point. "How do you know all these things that you say with such confidence?" I inquired of him.

Mujeeb grinned and said, "I can't say anything about that." I believe that each man ought to have a vision. The person who can instantly identify another person's flaws is responsible for my demise.

"What's the point of seeing the features?" I inquired of him.

A lot occurs. Man's true nature can only be described by God.

Should do. Never be. However, my theory will remain unchanged.

Stay. What might I at any point protest? But I can't help but say that humans are prone to making mistakes. You may be mistaken.

"Mistakes are more interesting than right," says the man.

"This is your bizarre way of thinking."

"Philosophy is dung from cows."

"And feces?"

“He,” Mujeeb grinned. They... Mention Apple, a fuel source.

We were informed that Mujeeb has a girlfriend. He had correctly identified every aspect of her body at first glance. The young woman agreed to marry Mujeeb because she was so impressed by the fact that there are men in the world who can see everything in one glance.

They tied the knot. How did the lady of the hour wear garments, and what configuration was worn on her right wrist? How many people were there naked? He provided us with every detail.

The gist of these particulars is that they split up.