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DEVOTEES' EXPERIENCES OF SRI SAI BABA BY H.H. NARASIMHA SWAMIJI - PART II

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TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center">IX 5TH NOVEMBER, 1936, SHIRDI

LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-layout-grid-align: none">abdullah

jan, originally of Tarbella. Hazara District, near Peshawar, Muhammadan,

Pathan, living for years at Korhale near Sakori, aged 40, says: I had left

Tarbella

when I was quite a boy. I had none to support me. I wished to go abroad and

see Mecca, etc. So I travelled down south upto Manmad. From there some one who

took interest in me said that I could easily go to Bombay and, then to Mecca,

etc. But I was informed (in 1913 when I was at Haripur on the way to Manmad)

that Sai Baba was a great person at Shirdi who was liberally showering moneys

on fakirs and would send me to Mecca, if I wanted. So I went to Shirdi. As I

entered the gate of Masjid, Baba was in the main building. I looked at Him and

He at me. Our eyes met. At once I felt that Sai was indeed my Guru. I stayed on

at Shirdi. He fed me and other fakirs abundantly and I resolved to stay on and

lead an easy life at

Shirdi with him. This was in 1913. I was not taking a serious view of life then,

because I was so young. My stay with Baba brought about some changes in my

mentality. When I came to Shirdi, I regarded Hindus as enemies of mine. After

remaining about three years with Baba. this feeling of animist passed away and

I was viewing Hindus as my brethren. Now, for instance, I see with regret that

at Bombay, Hindus wish to destroy Moslems and their Mosques, and Moslems wish

to destroy Hindus and their temples. If both succeed in wiping out each other

they will only make room for persons of other faiths to establish themselves in

the place of these two.

mso-layout-grid-align: none">Baba passed away when I was aged 22 and so did not

benefit me on the religious side in any appreciable way. I was feeling

disappointed and I set out on my travels. In 1926, I was going back north.

There in the Swat Valley, (Malekhand Agency), I found the tomb of a great

Saint, Akun Baba who was a Sayyad or direct descendant of Mohammed. It is

re­ported of him that when Lord Roberts was advancing west­wards with a view to

quell the Moslem tribes there, he felt that he could not move one foot further.

It is said that Akun Baba, by his magical power, locked up Lord Roberts in a

hill for 3 months and 11 days and Lord Roberts communicated to Queen Victoria

(the British Government) this predicament of his. Akun Baba's powers

were widely talked of in those days and I lay down one night near his tomb

praying that He might be pleased to take me under His wings and help me as Sai

Baba had not given me help. During the night, I had a dream wherein I saw not

Akun Baba but Sai Baba. Sai Baba was seated on a chair near my head, as I lay

there. Baba did not speak. When I woke, I recollected this dream or vision and

found that I was still under Sai Baba's care. I had not ad­dressed Him but only

addressed Akun Baba, when I went to sleep there. Yet He, Sai Baba, was kind

enough to come to me of His own accord, (to help me) into Swat Valley, 1,500

miles off Shirdi. My idea that Sai Baba had deceived me by giving me no help

during the five years I was with Him at Shirdi was evidently not right. I got

more faith in Baba from the time of that dream or vision in the Swat Valley. I

re­turned back to this side and I have full faith in Him now. (I am married

since 1924 and live with my family at Koshale, four miles from here). Baba

appears before me once in two or four years. I moralise on the past sometimes

and see the vanity of my poor existence. Baba was surrounded by crowds in His

lifetime and it was hard to find room in the Mosque on account of these crowds.

What a number of dogs, etc., were swarming round Him! Now there are very few men

and hardly any dogs to be seen at the Mosque which is as a rule de­serted. If

Baba's splendour was so short-lived and if it faded away so quickly, what of

me, a poor gnat? --to be contdDevotees can read this book from the Book

Section of www.Saileelas.org/books/exppart2.htm

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