The Donkey's Grave

A Fakir was very pleased with the service of a Banjara. And he gifted a donkey to that Banjara. The Banjara was very happy. With the donkey, he no longer had to travel on foot. He did not have to carry his luggage on his shoulders either. And the donkey was very devoted to its lord.

But on one journey, the donkey suddenly fell ill and died. In grief, he made a grave for it, and was sitting near the grave and crying when a traveller passed by.

The traveller thought that surely some great soul had died. So he also bowed down near the grave. Before the Banjara could say anything, he offered some money on the grave. The Banjara also felt like laughing. But by then it seemed right to break the faith of a good man. And he also understood that this was a very useful business.

Then he would sit near the same grave and cry, this became his business. People started coming, the news spread from village to village that a great soul had died. And the donkeys grave became the tomb of an accomplished saint. Years passed like this, the nomad became very rich.

Then one day the Sufi saint who had gifted him the donkey was also on a pilgrimage and passed by that village. People also told him, Hey, this is the grave of a great soul, dont go without visiting it. He went and saw the nomad sitting there, so he asked, Whose grave is this and why are you sitting here and crying The nomad said, What is there to hide from you now, this is the grave of the donkey you had given me. He supported me a lot while I was alive and is supporting me even more after death. On hearing this, the nomad started laughing. The nomad asked, Why did you laugh The nomad said, Do you know In the village where I live, there is a grave of a great Mahatma. That is my source of income. The nomad asked whose grave is that Do you know He replied, how can I not know, but do you know It is not possible that it is the grave of this donkeys mother.

Superstitions are spread widely in the name of religion. There is a great expansion of empty, futile rituals, yagyas, havans in the name of religion. Then once a thing starts, it becomes difficult to remove it. The thing which gets stuck in peoples minds, it becomes difficult to erase it. And without erasing it, real religion cannot be born. Superstition will not let it burn.

All intelligent people had these questions. And there are only two options. One option is atheism, which makes superstition disappear. And along with superstition, it rejects religion as well. Because atheism sees that it is because of religion that superstitions arise. So it throws away the garbage. Along with that, it throws away the gold as well. Because it is because of this gold that garbage accumulates. If there is no bamboo, the flute will not play.

All intelligent people had these questions. And there are only two options. One option is atheism, which makes superstition disappear. And along with superstition, it rejects religion as well. Because atheism sees that it is because of religion that superstitions arise. So it throws away the garbage. Along with that, it throws away the gold as well. Because it is because of this gold that garbage accumulates. If there is no bamboo, the flute will not play.

Because it is because of this gold that garbage accumulates. If there is no bamboo, the flute will not play.