Ramta Fakira

Sufis live and thrive in the undying supremacy of universal love. The love which connects us to God. The love which is unconditional and has the magnitude of bringing back life even to a dying.

The path to find them is still a mysterious one!

A story begins:

People knew very less about Meher Baba. Baba used to wear a long white robe and keep himself covered with a white pashmina shawl. He used to live inside a small cottage near a mazar (shrine).

He used to loiter mostly in the nearby flat rocks and dwell there. Passersby never crowded the place.

Nobody knew from where he came and nobody knew how he looked like.

But yes, Nayab has seen him.

‘He resembles a holy saint with a divine glow on his face’, Nayab says.

Nayab does remember, once he left home quarrelling with his mother. While taking a route towards the unknown, he crossed over the mazar.

It was the first time Meher Baba came towards him.

‘Beta, don’t shed the love that your mother gives you, go back to her. You both need life to thrive together.’

Somewhere in a lane of Lucknow, Nadira stays with her parents, she came from a well-off family. Nayab owns a modest nursery.

And yet loving Nadira from the core of his heart, Nayab could only give beautiful roses to Nadira.

A red rose is the most precious gift he could offer her, the blissful and jolly teenager. Her family never accepted him, as his mediocre upbringing came in the way.

Nadira has everything in her life except Nayab, and Nayab longed for nothing but Nadira.

Amidst such strains, Nadira was diagnosed with a terminal heart ailment, and almost every kind of medical treatment was prescribed to her, nothing helped her recover.

The affluency of her parent was unable to save her. Her parents realized they were losing her.

It was one such night, Nadira was reciting her dua(prayers) and she fell asleep. A small wind blew beside her ears.

‘Nadira, I am your dadi. I have invited Meher Baba to come to you. He has breathed his love when your dada was losing his life once.’

Nadira started seeing the vision:

She saw her dadi (in her younger self) was covering herself with a white pashmina shawl, entered her dada’s room, He was lying unconscious on his bed.

Dadi opened up her shawl with both her hands and muttered:

Meher Kari!

(Give Blessings)

A saint with a long white robe came towards Nadira’s dada ji and lovingly touched his forehead. Dada ji opened his eyes.

Nadira now saw Nayab coming towards her with an old man. The man was wearing long white robe and resembled an ascetic. He was so bright, Nadira couldn’t see his face!

Yes, she was dreaming; The sun has just risen and she was feeling good and recovered completely.

Nadira left her home and hurriedly went towards Nayab’s home.

She took her car and requested Nayab to accompany her to the Mazar, Nadira understood Meher Baba has been here from time immemorial. And when called, This sufi saint comes and heals everything with his divine love!

While driving her car, she heard a RJ from a radio station saying:

Somewhere in West Bengal, a lady called Madhavi is longing to see her husband, who has went missing for months. She is earnestly praying for a miracle.

Nadira and Nayab reached the Mazar.

But baba was not found, his white pashmina shawl was kept over a flat rock, and when Nadira lifted the shawl; It was written on the rock: