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Pigeon resurrected

Book :His Divine Grace Qalandar Baba Auliya R.A.

Author :Khwaja Shamsuddin Azeemi

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I was fond of raising pigeons. I crossed a dove with a pigeon and the two chicks hatched from their eggs, were the most unique and beautiful. They had black wings and rest of the body was white, they were so attractive that whosoever would see them couldn’t desist from praising them.

One day, a cat caught one of them and ran on to the roof. Seeing my lovely pigeon in the jaws of the cat I dashed after it. When I reached the roof it was devouring its prey. It left me in a state of shock. Qalander Baba Auliya was ‘sitting on his hard bed. I approached him and protested before him that the cat preyed upon my pigeon. He said, “so what?”

I said, “I am failed to understand that cat could take my pigeon, and that too in your august presence?” And, I left in utter dismay and went into the kitchen for my breakfast.

I heard him calling after me but the feeling of heart broken made me to ignore his calling. He called me again. Then he called Mohsin Bhai and asked about me. He told him that Khwaja Sahib has taken it to his heart and is crying in the kitchen. Baba Sahib took a note of it and said, Tell Khwaja Sahib that his pigeon has come back.”

Mohsin Bhai come out of the room and saw the pigeon in the courtyard pecking along with other pigeons. He informed me. I thought he is kidding to console me but when he insisted and asked me to go and check myself. I came to the courtyard and found the same pigeon. I ran to upstairs and saw the blood spots and few feathers still lying there. I felt a feeling of shame rising in me. I came down and fell upon his feet and asked for my inadequate behavior. I had learnt my lesson and before the sun could set I released all my pigeons.

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His Divine Grace Qalandar Baba Auliya R.A. chapters :

ِ Dedication – to that young generation  ِ 1 - Foreword  ِ 2 - Life Of Qalander Baba Auliya  ِ 3 - Qalander  ِ 4 - Qalanderi Order  ِ 5 - Introduction  ِ 6 - Birth Place  ِ 7 - Education  ِ 8 - Spiritual Training  ِ 9 - Family  ِ 10 - Livelihood  ِ 11 - Induction  ِ 12 - Spiritual Position  ِ 13 - Mannerism  ِ 14 - Childhood and youth  ِ 15 - Precious Qualities  ِ 16 - Greatness  ِ 17 - His Children  ِ 18 - Books Authored  ِ 19 - Wonder-Workings  ِ 20 - Pigeon resurrected  ِ 21 - Deaf and dumb girl  ِ 22 - Incessant raining  ِ 23 - I lifted the basket  ِ 24 - Amount of Alimony  ِ 25 - Angels  ِ 26 - Musk Odor  ِ 27 - Love and sacrifice  ِ 28 - Cholistan Jungle  ِ 29 - Seeing God in everything around  ِ 30 - Down on the ground  ِ 31 - Jinns  ِ 32 - Prediction  ِ 33 - Trees also talk  ِ 34 - Lal Shahbaz Qalander  ِ 35 - Man at Service  ِ 36 - Angels protect  ِ 37 - Lottery Number  ِ 38 - Looking after the family  ِ 39 - Sapphire Ring  ِ 40 - Prayer of a Qalander  ِ 41 - Ilm-e-Ladunni  ِ 42 - Revealing the Future  ِ 43 - 25 Bodies of Auliya  ِ 44 - Freud and Libido  ِ 45 - Astral body  ِ 46 - Saving from operation  ِ 47 - Distant Treatment  ِ 48 - Hundred thousand Rupees  ِ 49 - Polio Cured  ِ 50 - Cap disappears, Jinns appear  ِ 51 - The Scar  ِ 52 - Rain-water turning into pearls  ِ 53 - Degree of Japan  ِ 54 - After eighteen years  ِ 55 - Mouthful of Blood  ِ 56 - Khwaja Ghareeb Nawaz & Bu Ali Shah Qalander  ِ 57 - Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai  ِ 58 - Water turned bitter  ِ 59 - Spiritual treatment of tumor  ِ 60 - Metaphysical or Paranormal  ِ 61 - An article  ِ 62 - Man’s Conscious Experience  ِ 63 - Time is the Past  ِ 64 - Past and Future  ِ 65 - What the senses are?  ِ 66 - Self Realization  ِ 67 - Knower of the Mysteries of Nature  ِ 68 - Attendance in Court of Muhammad PBUH  ِ 67 - Be! And it was  ِ 68 - A Letter  ِ 69 - Thousands year before  ِ 70 - The sun is center, not the Earth  ِ 71 - Freud’s Theory  ِ 72 - Parapsychology  ِ 73 - Parapsychology & psychology  ِ 74 - Publications  ِ 75 - Rubaiyat (Couplets)  ِ limitations don’t allow me to say and share  ِ Just a word that became a story  ِ No idea as to where from I come  ِ In dust is buried the man of dust  ِ Abandoned the flowing springs of wine,  ِ Every breath is a sip of wine for me  ِ When the body would be without life  ِ Hostile world, just a moment  ِ World is an artwork of magic  ِ What’s the outcome of a sip?  ِ Church, temple or the mosques  ِ Arch of light upon the forehead  ِ No one knows of their heads and crowns  ِ Life went by on earth in gloom,  ِ Every particle follows a typical growing  ِ Adam is confined in lines  ِ Scarcity of wine in the wine-shop  ِ All will contemplate one day  ِ Wine cup knows not  ِ Time favors you or not, bewail not  ِ ساقی ! ترا مخمور پئے گا سوبار  ِ کل روز ازل یہی تھی میری تقدیر  ِ ساقی ترے قدموں میں گزرنی ہے عمر  ِ 75.24 - آدم کا کوئی نقش نہیں ہے بے کار  ِ حق یہ ہے کہ بیخودی خودی سے بہتر  ِ جبتک کہ ہے چاندنی میں ٹھنڈک کی لکیر  ِ پتھر کا زمانہ بھی ہے پتھر میں اسیر  ِ مٹی سے نکلتے ہیں پرندے اڑ کر  ِ معلوم ہے تجھ کو زند گانی کا راز ؟  ِ مٹی کی لکیریں ہیں جو لیتی ہیں سانس  ِ ہر چیز خیالات کی ہے پیمائش  ِ ساقی کا کرم ہے میں کہاں کامئے نوش  ِ 76 - Demise  ِ 77 - Khanqah-e-Azeemia  ِ 78 - Death Anniversary (Urs)  ِ 79 - Introduction of Silsila Azeemia & Rules & Regulations  ِ 80 - The color of Azeemi Spiritual Order  ِ 81 - سنگ بنیاد  ِ 82 - Khanwada-e-Salasil  ِ 83 - Tone  ِ 84 - Aims and Objectives  ِ 85 - قواعد و ضوابط
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