Khwajah was growing old.

He was a great Islamic

scholar, a mentor and a shariyah preacher.
Locals were fond of his words and charming personality to an
extent that millions of non-believers converted to Islam on his
hands. Dozens of novices surrounded him , learning new stuff
about deen.

After one of his sermons , while sitting in a group they were

discussing socio-political issues.

A man appeared from nowhere,

he told khwajah that he traveled miles to visit him , how he
was a mureed of his tales.
excited as he was , he presented a pot of halwa to khwajah and
asked him to eat a bit. Visitors heart was beating fast , with a
strange spark in his eyes and ears standing he was ready for
receiving a comment.

The shariyah preacher , the khwajah ate it and appreciated it

humourously and asked him to visit more often.
one of khwajah's disciples was looking disturbed , he
immediately approached khwajah and wispered ,

"‫ آپ روزے سے ہیں‬، ‫" حضرت شاید آپ بھول گئے‬

khwajah listened and smiled back at the disciple as if he was

accepting this statement.

Disciple was now more confused

thinking
that how can he... ? just for a plate of halwa ?

khwajah turned to him looking in his eyes he said ,

"‫دل توڑنے کا نہیں‬, ‫"روزہ توڑنے کا کفارہ ادا کر سکتا ہے‬

and sometimes we need to accept things offered to us, not

because we wanted it just to show other person that he has a
value "

it was something new for the audience. no one ever heard a

concept of this stream of interpretation emphasizing the
interior path of mystical love and knowledge of God, which
attracts non-believers.
They don't read the Quran
They don't read the Hadith
They read You , so be a good ambassador of Islam"

"I want to pour water into hell and set fire to Paradise so
that these two veils disappear and nobody worships God
out of fear of Hell or hope for Paradise, only for the sake
of his Eternal Beauty"

~ Rabia of Basra ( R.A