THE HONOR OF VISITING ALLAH...

A devotee took a 40-day journey to visit Allah. He fasted during the day and stayed at night. He was completely cut off from God's creation due to retreat and spent all his time in mourning and mourning.

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On the 36th night, this devotee heard a voice:

At 6 in the evening, go to the shop of such and such a coppersmith in the copper market and visit Allah

Abid arrived before the scheduled time and started looking for this coppersmith shop in the streets of the market.

He says:

"I saw an old woman holding a copper pot and showing it to every coppersmith."

She wanted to sell it - the coppersmith she showed her pot to would weigh it and say:

"You will get 4 riyals"

She grew up saying:

"I will sell for 6 riyals"

But no coppersmith was willing to pay him more than four riyals.

At last she came to a coppersmith. The coppersmith was busy with his work.

The old woman said:

"I have brought this pot to sell and I will sell ### it for 6 Rials. Will you give 6 Rials?"

The coppersmith asked:

"Why six Rials???"

The old woman told her heart and said:

"My son is sick, the doctor has written a prescription for him which costs 6 riyals"

The coppersmith took the pot and said:

"Mom, this pot is very nice and very valuable. If you want to sell it, I will buy it for 25 riyals!!"

The old woman said:

"Are you kidding me?!!!"

The coppersmith said:

"No way, I'll give you twenty-five riyals."

After saying this, he took the pot and put 25 riyals in the old woman's hand!!!

The old woman was very surprised. Praying, she hurried towards her home.

Abid says, I was watching this whole incident, when that old woman left, I said to the copper shopkeeper:

"Uncle, you think you don't know business?

More or less all the coppersmiths in the bazaar used to weigh this pot and no one priced it more than 4 riyals and you bought it for 25 riyals."

The old coppersmith said:

"I didn't buy the pot. I paid for her baby's prescription and for a week of babysitting. I gave her the price to sell the rest of the house." Don't turn-"

Abid says I got lost in thought. Then a voice came out of nowhere:

"No one can gain the honor of visiting me by trickery. Hold the fallen; hold the hand of the poor; we ourselves will come to visit you."

And he is with you, where are you?

"He is with you wherever you are

Indeed ♥️

@hafizaftab

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