Today, while on routine patrol, this 80-year-old Babaji called to tell us, “Son, I have come from Leh to Shahkot; my village is 34 km Nizampura Devasingh.” Let him pick me up. Go in light of the fact that it is late around evening time and there is no ride to my town. I’ve had enough of traveling.
In line with Babaji, my associate Amir Ali Amir called Babaji’s child from his telephone. After what the child said on the telephone, Babaji’s eyes began to get watery and the variety turned out to be clear and we figured out that he would not come and get Babaji by saying “Ethe Beha”.
In the morning, go somewhere and sit on something to tell him to come. When I mentioned the son to Baba Ji, he disconnected his phone, which we used to reassure him that we were leaving. After that, Baba Ji informed us that I would not visit the house of such a son and would instead return to Leh. Aamir then inquired about Babaji’s daughters and learned that one of them lives in Islamnagar, 12 kilometers away.
Right now, I’m doing something. We sat down with Babaji to read out the village, and then we received a call from a number close to 82 villages informing us that I was Babaji’s son-in-law and that I would be coming to pick him up. We stopped and waited at the boundary stop, Nizam Hora Chelianwala, when Babaji’s son-in-law arrived. In the middle of the night, the daughter must have sent her husband with a certain number of vows and that good man as well. When Baba Ji gave it to him, he was about to take it.
A man breaks his back by building estates for his sons, observing their indifference, Babaji’s helplessness, and daughters being cut off from their inheritance. We were filled with the realization that, if there are such sons, daughters are a thousand times superior to them. We saw the longing in our hearts.