A unique story of love and a story of God's eternal gift for unparalleled love

a story of God's eternal gift for unparalleled love

A unique story of love and a story of God's eternal gift for unparalleled love.
He was an anonymous old man, who did not know any other language except his mother tongue Balochi, he did not know Arabic, he did not even know Urdu, his whole life was spent in a hut grazing other people's goats. The hut which was not on his own land, which stood forced on the chief's land and embarrassed by the severity of the seasons, the hut which was just such that all the sun from the sky, all the heat and cold and all the water from the rains passed through it. It used to rain on G. Babaji was happy in this, what is the complaint? Perhaps Baba did not even know this, as much as was available, he did not even care. Neither did he care that he did not even have a hut to protect him from the weather, nor did he worry that he did not have even the smallest equipment to live on, nor did he worry that his employment was only for wages. There was nothing but to graze the goats of others. He was a strange person in that he was not only following the Sunnah of the Prophets to graze goats, another sunnah was secretly growing in his heart. Pauline's longing for the saints of the prophets. Longing for the happiness of being able to cool the eyes from the prophet's abode.
What kind of life would he have if he had no life at all? But he had a desire and a strong desire, he kept grazing goats, receiving his share of children from the grazing goats on wages, as soon as another child came to his share, he felt that the dream house was a little closer to his destiny. It's coming. He also cherished his desire to see a house to sleep with every child that came to him.
Then once, when he had no good clothes on his body, no proper shoes on his feet, no adequate ability to withstand the severity of the weather in the hut, he collected some money for the wages of the goats. It was not then that his heart sounded the alarm, it was time to visit Sohne's house. But there were still more tests of love, the time to visit the beloved had not yet come, the test of Corona had come on humanity. He bent Raza's neck and pressed Tamanna in his armpit, he sat on the waiting pillar. When the corona passed, the path to reach Dar Mahbub was increased. Meanwhile, some goats had come to him. What else could be used for these goats, the savings of a lifetime, the hard work of a lifetime? He sold the goats and went to see Daryar. Neither companion nor relative, but every traveler on this road is his own. Finally, one morning, he was standing in the city of Sohne with a bag in his arm. He couldn't believe his luck, he moved very comfortably with his shoulders relaxed that this was Madinah, where Bayezid also sat breathless, that Madinah! A resident of a hut in Balochistan was stunned to see the glory of Medina.
Ahh! Where is the poor and where is the sultan of the Arabs? In the same surprise, he lost all his belongings, his shoes and a pair of bags. That was the moment when it clicked. When he was on the verge of sleeping off the last rags of his body, that was exactly the moment when Arsh Wale's admiration and acceptance of this simple-minded love rose. At that very moment, the heavenly media came into action and he went viral on Arab and foreign media as the 'Sahaba's haliyawala saint'.
It is as if through Gabriel, it was announced from the throne that this servant was accepted and loved by the people and properties. Now he himself did not know that there is no one more famous in the world of Madinah and the people of Madinah than the one who wanders towards him. Everyone knows, about three million pilgrims were in the holy land this time, among them there will be millionaires and billionaires, there was also a three-time prime minister and who knows who Rustam Zaman, Muhaddith Zaman was there, who He was also anonymous, the famous person here and the common person of the tongue, but today was the same, and that was the sage who had come here with the goats of the people for fifteen years and got lost. He was a goatherd, so of course his owner was also a big goatherd. He raised him from the floor and made him famous among the Arabs and the Gentiles, making him more profitable than the merchants and the crown princes. Now Arabs and foreigners are calling for this issue, the media and Arab philanthropists are behind it to call for Hajj. We are your God made duty to listen, hear and tell his stories elsewhere. All educated people should listen and tell the story of an uneducated person.
Allah Allah!
These are decisions of great grace,
This is a matter of great luck.
So sir! This is the story of a unique story of love
And the story of the owner's eternal gift on matchless love! Everything else is in the details. Description only!