THE STORY OF PIR SABVery, very far away in the north of India is a big river, and many years ago there lived, not very far from its banks, an old woman who had an only daughter—a beautiful girl, who, when she grew up, was given in marriage to a man who lived in a village on the opposite bank of the river; and all preliminaries being arranged, a day was fixed for the marriage party with the bride to cross over.A gay company with songs and music set out, and everything went well until they reached the middle of the stream. The current is strong and dangerous in that place, and in less time than it takes to say it, the joyous party, with its music and songs and drummers, and the litter which held the bride, was hurled into the seething water, and every soul sank and was drowned.The old woman alone, who had remainedat home on account of her feeble age, escaped, and sad indeed was she when she came to hear of her daughter’s fate.Her own home grew lonely and uncongenial to her, so, in a half-frenzied state, she betook herself to the river side, and there spent many hours every day calling to the river to give up her dead.This went on for twenty years! One day Pir Sab, a pious Mahamedan, arrived there, and was about to say his prayers when the old woman attracted his attention.“Pray, why do you weep, old woman?” he said.“For my child, a beautiful bride who, with all her wedding guests, was drowned in this river twenty years ago.”“Twenty years! and you have mourned so long?” Thus saying, Pir Sab dismounted from his horse, and covering his head with a sheet, he stood by the river and cried: “O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead!”The Story of Pir Sab[To face page 142.The Story of Pir SabThe old woman alone remained at home on account of her feeble age.At the third cry a bridal party was seen to approach, and the long-lost ones, with the young bride, were restored to the old woman as unchanged as upon the day they weredrowned, and in perfect ignorance of the flight of years.A voice was then heard from the Great Unseen, which said: “O Pir Sab, I have heard your prayer. At your first cry these restored ones came forth from the fishes, who had eaten them; at your second call I re-formed them into human form; and at your third call they went forth with life.”Now, who was Pir Sab, and how did he possess this power?Mahamed, when he was upon earth, sometimes took flights into Heaven. On such occasions he generally called on anybody near at hand to assist him up, or give him a push upwards. On one occasion he had called thrice for help without meeting with any response, when Pir Sab, a strong man, knelt before him, and with one spring from his shoulder, Mahamed reached the fourth Heavens!In return for this kindness it was granted to Pir Sab to perform miracles.Note.—The man who related this story to me added the following modern miracle:“During the late Chitral expedition there was with Umra Khan’s forces a remarkable man, the son of oneAkhum Sab, who died some years ago. Now Akhum Sab was a devout man, who never failed to pray every Friday, as all good Mahamedans do, with their faces turned towards Mecca, the holy city, which is four months’ journey from the north of India, so that many who wish to visit it cannot. Yet this man used to enter his room, and close the door at two o’clock daily, and come outafter seven minutes(you may believe me or not); but, during those seven minutes,he went to Mecca, said his prayers in the holy Mosque there, and returned! This he did every Friday; I have seen it with my own eyes!”—A.E.D.
THE STORY OF PIR SABVery, very far away in the north of India is a big river, and many years ago there lived, not very far from its banks, an old woman who had an only daughter—a beautiful girl, who, when she grew up, was given in marriage to a man who lived in a village on the opposite bank of the river; and all preliminaries being arranged, a day was fixed for the marriage party with the bride to cross over.A gay company with songs and music set out, and everything went well until they reached the middle of the stream. The current is strong and dangerous in that place, and in less time than it takes to say it, the joyous party, with its music and songs and drummers, and the litter which held the bride, was hurled into the seething water, and every soul sank and was drowned.The old woman alone, who had remainedat home on account of her feeble age, escaped, and sad indeed was she when she came to hear of her daughter’s fate.Her own home grew lonely and uncongenial to her, so, in a half-frenzied state, she betook herself to the river side, and there spent many hours every day calling to the river to give up her dead.This went on for twenty years! One day Pir Sab, a pious Mahamedan, arrived there, and was about to say his prayers when the old woman attracted his attention.“Pray, why do you weep, old woman?” he said.“For my child, a beautiful bride who, with all her wedding guests, was drowned in this river twenty years ago.”“Twenty years! and you have mourned so long?” Thus saying, Pir Sab dismounted from his horse, and covering his head with a sheet, he stood by the river and cried: “O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead!”The Story of Pir Sab[To face page 142.The Story of Pir SabThe old woman alone remained at home on account of her feeble age.At the third cry a bridal party was seen to approach, and the long-lost ones, with the young bride, were restored to the old woman as unchanged as upon the day they weredrowned, and in perfect ignorance of the flight of years.A voice was then heard from the Great Unseen, which said: “O Pir Sab, I have heard your prayer. At your first cry these restored ones came forth from the fishes, who had eaten them; at your second call I re-formed them into human form; and at your third call they went forth with life.”Now, who was Pir Sab, and how did he possess this power?Mahamed, when he was upon earth, sometimes took flights into Heaven. On such occasions he generally called on anybody near at hand to assist him up, or give him a push upwards. On one occasion he had called thrice for help without meeting with any response, when Pir Sab, a strong man, knelt before him, and with one spring from his shoulder, Mahamed reached the fourth Heavens!In return for this kindness it was granted to Pir Sab to perform miracles.Note.—The man who related this story to me added the following modern miracle:“During the late Chitral expedition there was with Umra Khan’s forces a remarkable man, the son of oneAkhum Sab, who died some years ago. Now Akhum Sab was a devout man, who never failed to pray every Friday, as all good Mahamedans do, with their faces turned towards Mecca, the holy city, which is four months’ journey from the north of India, so that many who wish to visit it cannot. Yet this man used to enter his room, and close the door at two o’clock daily, and come outafter seven minutes(you may believe me or not); but, during those seven minutes,he went to Mecca, said his prayers in the holy Mosque there, and returned! This he did every Friday; I have seen it with my own eyes!”—A.E.D.
THE STORY OF PIR SAB
Very, very far away in the north of India is a big river, and many years ago there lived, not very far from its banks, an old woman who had an only daughter—a beautiful girl, who, when she grew up, was given in marriage to a man who lived in a village on the opposite bank of the river; and all preliminaries being arranged, a day was fixed for the marriage party with the bride to cross over.A gay company with songs and music set out, and everything went well until they reached the middle of the stream. The current is strong and dangerous in that place, and in less time than it takes to say it, the joyous party, with its music and songs and drummers, and the litter which held the bride, was hurled into the seething water, and every soul sank and was drowned.The old woman alone, who had remainedat home on account of her feeble age, escaped, and sad indeed was she when she came to hear of her daughter’s fate.Her own home grew lonely and uncongenial to her, so, in a half-frenzied state, she betook herself to the river side, and there spent many hours every day calling to the river to give up her dead.This went on for twenty years! One day Pir Sab, a pious Mahamedan, arrived there, and was about to say his prayers when the old woman attracted his attention.“Pray, why do you weep, old woman?” he said.“For my child, a beautiful bride who, with all her wedding guests, was drowned in this river twenty years ago.”“Twenty years! and you have mourned so long?” Thus saying, Pir Sab dismounted from his horse, and covering his head with a sheet, he stood by the river and cried: “O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead!”The Story of Pir Sab[To face page 142.The Story of Pir SabThe old woman alone remained at home on account of her feeble age.At the third cry a bridal party was seen to approach, and the long-lost ones, with the young bride, were restored to the old woman as unchanged as upon the day they weredrowned, and in perfect ignorance of the flight of years.A voice was then heard from the Great Unseen, which said: “O Pir Sab, I have heard your prayer. At your first cry these restored ones came forth from the fishes, who had eaten them; at your second call I re-formed them into human form; and at your third call they went forth with life.”Now, who was Pir Sab, and how did he possess this power?Mahamed, when he was upon earth, sometimes took flights into Heaven. On such occasions he generally called on anybody near at hand to assist him up, or give him a push upwards. On one occasion he had called thrice for help without meeting with any response, when Pir Sab, a strong man, knelt before him, and with one spring from his shoulder, Mahamed reached the fourth Heavens!In return for this kindness it was granted to Pir Sab to perform miracles.Note.—The man who related this story to me added the following modern miracle:“During the late Chitral expedition there was with Umra Khan’s forces a remarkable man, the son of oneAkhum Sab, who died some years ago. Now Akhum Sab was a devout man, who never failed to pray every Friday, as all good Mahamedans do, with their faces turned towards Mecca, the holy city, which is four months’ journey from the north of India, so that many who wish to visit it cannot. Yet this man used to enter his room, and close the door at two o’clock daily, and come outafter seven minutes(you may believe me or not); but, during those seven minutes,he went to Mecca, said his prayers in the holy Mosque there, and returned! This he did every Friday; I have seen it with my own eyes!”—A.E.D.
Very, very far away in the north of India is a big river, and many years ago there lived, not very far from its banks, an old woman who had an only daughter—a beautiful girl, who, when she grew up, was given in marriage to a man who lived in a village on the opposite bank of the river; and all preliminaries being arranged, a day was fixed for the marriage party with the bride to cross over.
A gay company with songs and music set out, and everything went well until they reached the middle of the stream. The current is strong and dangerous in that place, and in less time than it takes to say it, the joyous party, with its music and songs and drummers, and the litter which held the bride, was hurled into the seething water, and every soul sank and was drowned.
The old woman alone, who had remainedat home on account of her feeble age, escaped, and sad indeed was she when she came to hear of her daughter’s fate.
Her own home grew lonely and uncongenial to her, so, in a half-frenzied state, she betook herself to the river side, and there spent many hours every day calling to the river to give up her dead.
This went on for twenty years! One day Pir Sab, a pious Mahamedan, arrived there, and was about to say his prayers when the old woman attracted his attention.
“Pray, why do you weep, old woman?” he said.
“For my child, a beautiful bride who, with all her wedding guests, was drowned in this river twenty years ago.”
“Twenty years! and you have mourned so long?” Thus saying, Pir Sab dismounted from his horse, and covering his head with a sheet, he stood by the river and cried: “O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead! O river, restore the dead!”
The Story of Pir Sab[To face page 142.The Story of Pir SabThe old woman alone remained at home on account of her feeble age.
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The Story of Pir Sab
The old woman alone remained at home on account of her feeble age.
At the third cry a bridal party was seen to approach, and the long-lost ones, with the young bride, were restored to the old woman as unchanged as upon the day they weredrowned, and in perfect ignorance of the flight of years.
A voice was then heard from the Great Unseen, which said: “O Pir Sab, I have heard your prayer. At your first cry these restored ones came forth from the fishes, who had eaten them; at your second call I re-formed them into human form; and at your third call they went forth with life.”
Now, who was Pir Sab, and how did he possess this power?
Mahamed, when he was upon earth, sometimes took flights into Heaven. On such occasions he generally called on anybody near at hand to assist him up, or give him a push upwards. On one occasion he had called thrice for help without meeting with any response, when Pir Sab, a strong man, knelt before him, and with one spring from his shoulder, Mahamed reached the fourth Heavens!
In return for this kindness it was granted to Pir Sab to perform miracles.
Note.—The man who related this story to me added the following modern miracle:
“During the late Chitral expedition there was with Umra Khan’s forces a remarkable man, the son of oneAkhum Sab, who died some years ago. Now Akhum Sab was a devout man, who never failed to pray every Friday, as all good Mahamedans do, with their faces turned towards Mecca, the holy city, which is four months’ journey from the north of India, so that many who wish to visit it cannot. Yet this man used to enter his room, and close the door at two o’clock daily, and come outafter seven minutes(you may believe me or not); but, during those seven minutes,he went to Mecca, said his prayers in the holy Mosque there, and returned! This he did every Friday; I have seen it with my own eyes!”—A.E.D.