Messenger Rain Would Not Touch

Date: 5/11/2012
Location: On the main road between Tamil Nadu and Karnataka

On my way back from a village in which I gave the pledge to twenty-two people, our car broke down. It was raining heavily so I had to stay in the car. I knew that this was a sign from the Shaikhs, so I remained in the car with the driver for two hours. A Muslim fakir[1] knocked on the car window. He looked in his late fifties and had a thin sparse beard, but did not have a distinguished appearance. The fakir greeted me in Arabic: “Peace be upon you.” I pulled down the window and returned his greetings. He stretched out his hand, so I gave him five hundred rupees. He surprised me by asking: “How much do you want in return?” I replied: “You decide.” He said: “God willing, it will be completed today.” I said: “What is it?” He said: “It will be completed,” then he walked away. It was then that I noticed that his clothes were completely dry despite the heavy rain, so I got out the car and ran after him. I caught him and said: “By God, what is it that will be completed today?” He replied: “The problem about which you came.” He then made the sign of a rectangle. I said: “By God, who are you?” He said: “He knows me.” I asked: “Who knows you?” He replied: “He” and left. My body was completely soaked with rain, yet not a single drop had fallen on him.

I later asked the Shaikh about the identity of this dervish. He said that they, meaning the Shaikhs, know him and that I shouldn’t worry about his identity.

When I was back in the takya, the owners of the land of the takya came to me and said that I must register the land now, otherwise I would lose it. They said that its owner was set to increase its price the following day, as this is the law in India. I went with the caliphs and had the land registered on that day. I should note that the land of the takya is rectangle-shaped, like the sign the fakir made.

[1] In India, a “fakir” is either a wandering dervish who lives on alms or an itinerant Hindu ascetic.

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