"Hungry hunger"
"Baba! Tomorrow there is enmity in my house, there will be about 100 pieces. I should have shelter and baking, how much money I give"
I asked, Baba looked at me and smiled at a glance.
"How much money can I do" I felt as if Baba insulted me. Even after knowing for a while, this question was unique and controversial.
I got the money out of the original price and put it in front of Baba. Baba took money and gave me a call.
"Give them to this old woman across the front road. Now come tomorrow and cook your sandals. My problem has solved you. It was time for infantry and I did not get so much money." Day will be free of thought and sorrows. "
A cool wave of my body ran in.
"Who is he, you" questioned my mouth. Baba is caught.
"She is my mother, daughter and sister. What are you going to do with money, what relationships are you, who are not aware of humanity, how they will be filled with ramps. It is standing for three hours, does not demand or not. If you think fasting is hungry and think of fasting the rituals, you earn reward. If it does not even feel like fasting, it is not fast, it is not fast, only hunger is hungry "
I was going through this stupid step towards this upward and thinking, was weighing my faith. It was not my money in my hand Baba Baba. My money was raising the rings. Baba's money was going to get God's pleasure. I was wondering why mother, sister and daughter did not see me in this tall. I wish I could see Baba Baba's eye. O wish, all living conditions would also be the same. O wish, with all the blessings you were following me.