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Once in a village, on a dark winter night, a thief entered Chaudhry Sahib’s tent with the intention of stealing. Unfortunately, he was just about to break the lock when Chaudhry’s dogs started barking and the servants woke up.
The thief felt bad, he ran and entered the nearby cemetery. There was a white sheet lying near an old broken grave. He thought that if he was caught, he would get a cut, so he immediately put on that sheet and sat down next to a tombstone, swinging his legs and closing his eyes.
Meanwhile, the servants reached there with flashlights. When they saw the white-sheeted figure in the darkness, their waist belt disappeared. One of the servants said, trembling, “Brothers, this looks like some elderly man who is busy in worship at that time.”
When the thief saw that the dice were turning, he seized the opportunity and started breathing heavily as if in a deep trance. The servants prostrated there out of fear and went to the village and made a noise that a very great saint of Allah had come to the cemetery, whose face was radiating rays of light (due to the light of the torch).
As soon as morning came, the entire village reached the cemetery with offerings and glasses of milk. The poor thief was worried that if he got up and ran away now, the mystery would be revealed and people would not leave him alive. He kept moving his fingers without reciting the Tasbeeh with his eyes closed all day.
In the afternoon, the biggest stubborn rascal of the village came there. He said that I do not believe, I am testing him right now. He went right up to the thief and whispered in his ear, “Shahji, if you are a true Peer, then tell me what I ate last night?”
The thief’s heart sank. He thought that he was gone now! He gathered his courage and without opening his eyes, he said in a thunderous voice in Punjabi:
Oh, you wretch! Why do you not even tear the bones from your feet?
(Oh, you wretch! You eat chickens all by yourself and don’t even reach the bones?)
The truth was that this rascal had actually eaten a stolen chicken at night. As soon as he heard this, he fell at his feet and shouted that they really know the knowledge of the unseen!
When evening came, the crowd thinned out a little. The thief saw that it was time to leave. He suddenly stood up and shouted that my call has come, let me go! The people moved away from the path and he disappeared into the forest at such a speed that no one has found him till today.
The villagers still light lamps there because a Pir Sahib had come here who had flown away in the wind, and the thief had gone to the city and repented, saying that becoming a Pir is a more dangerous job than stealing.