After his daily work he used to be with his disciples. He lived on begging food. Because of his daily begging he was known as a begging master. After gathering all the alms together the food was shared by all who were in the assembly.

            Before the food was displayed the master would sit with the closed eyes and say a prayer, saying “God, Allah, you are so compassionate, you offer this food to us although we have committed sins doing wrongs, forgive us, you are great”. After the normal practice of the prayer everyone would join the supper.

            One day even after visiting several houses they did not get much food in their begging bowls, not enough for the assembly. So the Master said, “well the food is not sufficient for all of us so we share whatever is there; so he laid his prayer mat, closed his eyes and started praying like usual, and the food was to be shared by all .Off course the food was not enough for all .When it came down to serving the disciples started looking at each other, kept quiet .Looking at the disciples, the master said, “you should be thankful to whatsoever you get, and be happy. Allah is great, at least we got something. There are many who do not get even this much, so pray for them as well”, then they had their supper.

            The next day was even worse, they were not given any providence no alms so no food. The days were of cold winter, the disciples were much hungry, empty stomach still the Master was ready for his prayer, “How compassionate are you God Allah, although we have no food to share, at least we are alive, thank you…”

            The disciples were so taken a back; they could not understand this prayer on empty stomach of thankfulness! One asked the master “How could you be thankful to the god who kept us hungry”?

            The  Master said, “This the time to be thankful more than any other , the Allah did not take our life away , he still kept us alive .after food if someone thanks  the Allah , what is so special in it , but even in the worst conditions if you do not forget the god , then it is religiousness not otherwise….” This is gratitude

            There was a very old king whose astrologer told that he would loose his son when he will be twenty one years old. The astrologer was very well known for his authority and he mentioned that being a palmist he could see the lifeline of the only prince was having a break. There was some time to be twenty one for him. The king tried to find some way out, he was ready to spend all his wealth for the life of his young son. By and by thinking about the prince became such a headache for him that the administration of his state came in danger.

            The king was all the time thinking and worrying, although did not tell the son, the change in own father the son could easily read. The king had tears in his eyes, while telling his son that he has a little life left, according to the man who always predicted right. The king gave up eating, drinking, and being happy. He lost his weight and everybody started thinking that even the king might die even earlier than his young son.

            Same evening one healer from the mountain came, who was known for his mystic powers. He appeared in the king’s palace, the king; bedridden begged for his son’s life, he was willing to give away all his wealth for that. The Mystic was stunned by the situation. He asked the king to spare his son until he would be twenty one years the king commissioned one officer, arranged a chariot and got a little hope from the mystic. For rest of the time the prince

Was asked to hit his palm on a rough stone daily for twenty hours. The day he was going to be twenty one all the lines on his palm changed their shapes, his lifeline was bridged. The son could save his life.

            As the son became twenty one years, he was escorted by the officer, to see the king who was on the deathbed. As the king saw his son alive, his eyes became wet, he wanted to get up and thank the mystic .But the mystic came forward and held king’s hands and said, “The death is not the killer it is the worry! Worry can kill you even before the death.” 

            One day she found that the dog was not playing with the kid, but coming to drink the river water with some blood on its mouth. As she saw the dog having blood on its mouth. Just by looking at the puppy’s mouth her heart just sank. A chilled shiver went through her spine. Her ears became suddenly warm and red. The first thought struck to her that the dog has killed the baby. The doubt she had for the dog was so upsetting, that she in an outrage picked up a stone, went running towards the dog. The dog looked in to her eyes, wagged the tail. As usual.

            Suddenly she threw the stone and killed the dog right away, hitting the stone straight on its head. In the same spirit, trembling, she rushed to see her baby, but surprised to see the baby safe, sleeping quietly and a dead snake by the baby chewed away by the dog. She got immediately the idea what must have happened. Just to

 Save the life of the baby the dog killed the snake, and the blood was not of the baby but of the snake.

            As soon as she realized what must have happened she started crying and cursing herself for killing the honest dog. She sobbed and sobbed but the life was gone from the dog. She returned helplessly home, repenting upon her anger, feeling drained. Sat by the wall crying, letting her out. In the evening when the husband returned from the work he heard the story. As the husband and the family came to know about the event everybody got angry with the woman for the loss of poor honest dog. But this is what happens; anger gives space for more anger, if not understood.

            The man got up by 4 a.m. in the morning, was completely surprised to see his wife sitting by him with the glass of water. Soon the story became a talk of the town and it became news. The Sheriff heard the story and rewarded the lady by going to their place for the honesty she showed. Next week the neighboring lady heard the story and planned to do the same again with her husband.

            The reward, name and fame were all the time hankering in her mind. So, she played the similar situation and waited for her husband to wake up who pretended to be sleeping. By 4 a.m. the nest day she made lot of noise and tried to inform everyone in the area what had happened. When the news went to the sheriff, he was surprised too to hear the repetition.  As he entered the house he straight looked in to the eyes of both. He immediately understood the situation, manipulated.

                        For their dishonesty he did not say anything, but informed them that they would get the right reward too. The couple became very happy.

            The next day he sent an officer with a letter in a gift box saying,” Honesty pays and dishonesty taxes, whosoever has been dishonest, will get a one day imprisonment”. He read it loud for them.

            The officer noticed now the situation was different. Both of them wanted to send each other for the punishment. This exposed both of them; finally fell in the officer’s feet to be forgiven. 

            As the young girl carrying this grown up boy came close enough to the man, He started looking at them. The boy was certainly not looking normal. Looked like physically overgrown. His head was big and the legs looked weak. His mouth was open and some sound he was making, dropping something like a spit. The girl was wiping his mouth, time to time, talking to the boy so lovingly.

            Astonished, the man came forward towards the girl and said “What is this? The boy is young enough, you are spoiling him. And tell me don’t you feel him to be heavy for you? “

            The girl was surprised by his questions, said, “Oh no! He is not at all heavy. He is just physically challenged “.” I know “, she continued, “he is unable to come here by himself and how could he be heavy to me? He is my young brother, I love him.”

Suddenly the man became silent, his thinking stopped. He became introvert; realizing in love there is never disrespect, there is never burden.