After the holy chants of reviving the miracles and beauty of allah it was the time to let the seers rest and enjoy the night in the remembrance of divine and putting the requests of devotees upfront. Dressed in glittery sheets and images of makkah printed on it, surrounded by red roses and millions of devotional threads, hundreds praying at the feet, looks like the door of heaven has opened and there lies the King of happiness showering blessings. A man with white dress and grey waistcoat, nicely embroidered prayer cap on his head closed the heavily decorated wooden doors. A huge stand was laden with incense sticks and the ashes appeared like falling stars.People leaving with a smile on their face, some murmuring the ending prayers, some waiting for the last glimpse of the pir.
Doors closed and all started moving on the back way.The street outside the Dargah saw the breach in devotion. Disfigured creatures waiting outside for the people to show their crippled limbs. A small girl with half burnt face, boneless leg and twisted fingers blocked the way and asked for money. People who were lost inside gave her ruthless expression, covered their face with a cloth and moved. Some asked allah to have mercy on her as if they had nothing to give. She spoke nothing and tears came out of her eyes and she looked at the sky as if asking someone ‘Are you happy now’? Her tears were more powerful than the seers inside. It could break the heart of those who believe in Love as God. Was it really the door of heaven whose aura has boundaries, is he only interested in those who can walk and offer a sheet? Does karma really play or its a myth?
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