I was sitting at the dhaba on the bank of the trench with Marda Dilli, hanging tight for tea. The heart was unusually weighty and twelve o’clock was on the face. A village Babaji approaches me, sats down, and assures me that my son is fine. He appears extremely concerned. “What should I tell you, Babaji?” I ask weakly. I was fighting when I got home.” My wife is unable to comprehend my words for some reason. It is properly said that a lady’s insight is in her knees. Jhaliya, there is no problem, said Baba ji with a grin on his face.
Be that as it may, the child who has made a model and not a lady’s insight is in the knees, he, at the end of the day, should be a lunatic. I said, “Neither Babaji nor you know these ladies.” “No, son, you don’t really know the glory of a woman,” Babaji stated. The Lord is mixing His love with this person.
I take a sip of the tea as the boy arrives and then turn toward Babaji. Baba ji empties his tea into a pitcher and begins to cool it. Baba ji tastes the tea from the pitcher and says that the tea is scrumptious. Subsequent to valuing the tea, Babaji says that Sunputra Master is the Person who doesn’t need anything. He took the name of a mother he loved more than seventy times because he wanted to talk about his own love and how much he loves a human being. While the mother is a lady.
Allah pronounced the little girl as his leniency, while the girl is likewise a lady. Son, I think we can’t compete with women and men. Where are the men with limited capacity and narrow hearts and the women with high capacity and free hearts? I began to appreciate Babaji’s words. Baba Ji said that a lady is the individual under whose feet paradise has been put. At the point when she passes on, she leaves all that she adores for her kids. At the point when a kid conceives an offspring, it is in the battle of life and demise, it isn’t known whether it will live or pass on. It is common knowledge that giving birth causes a child as much pain as breaking twenty-two bones at once. Have you ever experienced such severe pain?
Babaji’s words were awe-inspiring to me, and today I learned where the woman actually lived. Baba ji expressed, pay attention to your child and put your hand on his liver. It is common knowledge that a woman’s greatest virtue is that she does not act like a man and does not slap him. She doesn’t hurt the man in front of his kids. She does not kill men out of respect. She does not attack someone as if she were a hungry wolf. She doesn’t divorce a man out of resentment. In the markets and the streets, she did not yell at men. I lowered my eyes as I began to feel ashamed after hearing Babaji’s words. My forehead started to show beads of sweat.
I sat at baba ji’s feet, kissed his hand, and thanked him for not punishing me for recognizing my error but for correcting it and teaching me that I should treat everyone with respect. Indeed, he grinned and put his hand on my head once more and said, “Child, live now, return home, the family will be hanging tight for you.” Coming back home, I really trusted my feet and a satisfied heart.