colleages were almost dropping with exhaustion from such a busy schedule, he observed: “God is but beyond the mountain of struggle: whoever wants to see Him can find Him there.”
When someone enquired after his health, he wrote back: “How does health matter? One can be said to be well if one is able to properly perform the task for which one was born.”
Once some relatives from Kandhla, his hometown, visited him to enquire after his health. On hearing about it, he said, “You have traversed such a long distance to learn about one who is born to die, whereas the religion of Prophet Muhammad, which is eternal, is being neglected, and you show no concern for it.”
When he was seriously ill, the doctors advised him to refrain from speaking, but he said, “I prefer to die while exhorting people to the path of the Lord, than to take rest for the recovery of my own health.”.
As his health deteriorated, he received repeated inquiries about it. Replying to one of his friends, he writes:
“I have no pain except that of preaching.”
It greatly distressed him to learn that only the less educated have surrendered themselves to his fold. On his deathbed, he writes with great pain:
“Would that the religious scholars were to take up the cause before I passed away.”
Once while saying his prayers in the train, his colleagues stopped others from passing in front of him. When he had finished his prayers, he showed his resentment and said, “You had better set up a Sutrah.”🟏 This was because of his great consideration for others.
On one journey to Kandhla he bought a third-class ticket but, having failed to find a seat in a third class compartment, he got into a secondclass compartment along with his colleagues. He could pay the extra amount when
🟏Something put up before one engaged in prayer to prevent others from intruding upon the worshippers’ devotions. It may be a stick, or anything a cubit in height and an inch in thickness.