Maggots crawled in and out of the wound on the old lady’s finger.
The wound had been caused by the tight gaudy rings that she always wore.
When these maggots fell off, she would retrieve them, place them back on her wound and encourage them,
“My children, feed and be at ease.”
Her devotees tried taking her to a doctor to deal with the infection, but she always declined.
In time gangrene set in, the finger wasted away and fell off. In response to her followers tears she would admonish them exclaiming,
“Why do you weep? I enjoy the suffering.”
This Pathan princess, who had long been upgraded to Hazrat Babajan, had her own ways of working. She lived to the ripe old age of 130 – 140, and for the last three decades of her life set her seat under a neem tree in the locality of Char Bawdi in Poona (Pune).
"Despite millions of learned pundits
and thousands of wise men,
Only God understands
His own way of working!"
"Wonderful is Your creation, O God!
Wonderful is Your game!
You poured jasmine oil
on the head of a shrew!"
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