The Miracle of fistful sand of Hadhrat Khwaja Ghareeb Nawaz

 
The miracle of a fistful of sand

 

The enemies of the Khwaja bore arms and attacked him and his attendants.  At that time, the Khwaja was offering Salaat.  After the Salaat, the Khwaja was informed of the attack.  The Khwaja picked up a fistful of sand, recited the Verse of the Throne (Aayat Ul Kursi) on it and threw it on the army.  Whoever the sand touched, that person fell down insensible.  On seeing this, all the others ran away.  This shows that Wilayah of the Khwaja is Mohammedan.  Thus, when the enemies saw that fighting was futile, they abandoned it.  (Iqtibaas Ul Anwaar, Pg. No. 362/363)

 

Salaat broke down the spell of magic

 

When the enemies failed in their attempts, they went and appealed before a great Brahmin.  They described to him all that had happened and requested him for help.  First, the Brahmin sat silent for some time and then said:  Friends!  This dervish is a great saint of his religion.  I don’t know of anything that may work against him except magic and sorcery.  Thus, he taught them magic and told them:  Keep reciting this.  Maybe that dervish can’t stay here.

 

The disbelievers started reciting those magical incantations. The Brahmin placed himself at the head of them.

 

When they reached the Khwaja, all the disbelievers took cover behind their leader.  By now, one of the disciples of the Khwaja got to know that they were reciting incantations.  He informed the Khwaja about this.  The Khwaja said:  Their magic will have no effect on us.  Instead, the Brahmin magician himself will be reformed himself.  Having said this, the Khwaja busied himself in Salaat.

 

When the disbelievers saw the blessed countenance of the Khwaja, they were struck dumb.  They remained standing wherever they were standing.  When the Khwaja finished offering Salaat, he turned to the disbelievers.  When their leader saw the face of the Khwaja, he immediately embraced Islam.  The disbelievers advised him a lot, but it had no effect.  Instead, he turned upon them and started beating them with a stick and killed many of them in this manner.  The rest ran away bewildered.

 

The Khwaja comforted the leader and himself filled a cup with water and gave it to him.  On drinking this cup of water, all the darkness and gloom of disbelief was washed away and the leader’s heart started shining with the radiance of gnosis.  He fell at the feet of the Khwaja and said:  I have gained much happiness (Shaadi) by seeing your blessed countenance.  The Khwaja said:  I have also named you Shaadi.

 

When this news reached the king, he grew even more anxious and started readying another magician to defeat the Khwaja.

 

A magician lived near Ajmer.  His name was Jaipal.  He was unparalleled in the whole country in the arts of magic and sorcery.  The king was a great devotee of him.  He had 1500 disciples and attendants.  Seven hundred of them were magicians.

 

The king described the whole situation to this magician.  The magician gathered all his disciples and all the people who lived in the surrounding areas and along with the king, went to Hadhrat Khwaja Ghareebnawaz to defeat him.  The magician made a deerskin to fly in the air and he himself was traveling sitting on it along with his army, horses, camels and elephants.  The whole city reverberated with the arrival of this army.  (Iqtibaas Ul Anwaar, Pg. No. 363-364)

 

When the Khwaja learnt of their coming, he got up, performed ablution and drew a circle around them and told his companions:  Have courage.

 

When those people came closer, the Khwaja addressed them thus: Why are you hurting us?  Do you want everything to be destroyed?

 

They replied:  We desire that you should not perform your ablutions nor bathe in Anasagar as the water is dirtied and doesn’t remain fit for use.  In fact, our real objective is that you leave from here and that will be better for you.  Otherwise, we will uproot you from here using the strength of our magic.

 

Now, to prove the truth, the Khwaja again held the whole of Anasagar in a pot.  Jaipal was astonished…The Khwaja said:  Come one!  If you have the strength, pour the pot back in the lake.  No matter how hard Jaipal tried, he couldn’t even lift the pot.  He stood there embarrassed.  The Khwaja said:  Your magic can’t do anything here.  Then the Khwaja himself picked up the pot and threw its contents back into the lake and the lake was again filled to the brim.