Book Name:Ghous Pak Ka Ilmi Maqam
there. Wherever I would go, many poor people would already be there and if they would find anything eatable, everyone would rush to get it. I returned to the city to find something over there, but I could not find anything over there either.
Feeling weak because of extreme hunger, at last, I went to the Masjid and sat in a corner. After a little while, a non-Arab young person entered the Masjid having roti and roasted meat and started eating. I had a spontaneous desire to open my mouth at his every morsel because of extreme hunger but I made my Nafs understand about this act. Meanwhile, that non-Arab looked at me, brought food and served me. He asked me about my nationality and occupation. I replied: I live in Jeelan and I am gaining Islamic knowledge here. He asked me: ‘Do you know about a young person named ‘Abdul Qaadir who belongs to Jeelan?’ I replied: ‘I am the person you are looking for.’ Listening to it, he got nervous, apologized to me and said: ‘Your mother gave me 8 dinars to give them to you.
When I arrived in Baghdad, I had money for my living expenses but it took me so many days to find you that I ran out of money. It was the third day since I had been starving. Since I had no alternative, I have spent your money that I was entrusted with to buy this roti and meat for a meal. You may now eat this food with satisfaction because all this belongs to you in reality. Now I am your guest, not you.’ I comforted him and expressed my pleasure. When we finished the meal, I saw him off with the remaining food and some money. (Qalaaid-ul-Jawahir, pp. 9)
ہیں باعثِ برکت غوثِ پاک
کمزور کی طاقت غوثِ پاک
ہیں صاحبِ عزّت غوثِ پاک
مجبور کی راحت غوثِ پاک
مرحبا یا غوثِ پاک مرحبا یا غوثِ پاک مرحبا یا غوثِ پاک