Once in Punjab, a turbaned and bearded Jatt saw a happy Moulavi coming back with a lot of money donated to him for his sermon on Eid.
Jatt desired that wealth and he decided to get it Halal (fair) way. He asked the Moulavi whether he would like to bet his newly earned wealth. Moulavi said okay, and asked what is it he is going to bet on? Jatt said, if I tell you what is in your heart, your newly minted wealth from the sermon is mine. Moulavi was amused, well, his heart was excited about the Mutton curry with Nans (bread) his wife has promised to cook for Eid. Moulavi with amused looks said ‘Okay, tell me what does my heart desire? If it’s true. All this money I have earned today will be yours.’ The Jatt said your heart desires Allah. The Moulavi had confused looks in his face. If he says the truth, that he was actually desiring Mutton curry and not Allah, the believers are nearby and they will beat the hell out of him or if he says yes, Allah is what he desires he loses all his wealth. He said ‘Oh you’re right, ofcourse Allah is in my heart’ and decided to hand over his wealth to the Jatt.
Before he did that, he asked the Jatt, that if he tells him what is in the heart of the Jatt, can the money be restored back to him.
Jatt said ‘Okay, go ahead’. Moulavi used the same technique as that of the Jatt and said ‘Waheguru is what you desire’. Jatt was like ‘Oh, no, no, no brother no, we are the worshippers of Naina Devi and we desire Goddess and Goddess alone’. Poor Moulavi lost all his earnings of Eid to the eclectic Punjabis.
Once upon a time, (again) in the land of Punjab. A Sufi Peer was passing by. He met a poor Brahmin, the Brahmin served him very well. Whatever little the Brahmin had, he shared it with the Peer. The Peer had a goat along, he gifted it to Brahmin as a mark of gratitude. The Brahmin was vegetarian and didn’t make mutton of the goat. He kept feeding the goat for years and then the goat died. It wasn’t a regular goat, it is the blessing of a Sufi Peer. The Brahmin buried the goat and placed some flowers on the Samadhi of the goat, to show respect. Months passed by, people started bowing to the Samadhi of the goat, they prayed. Some got their wishes fulfilled, some returned unhappily yet they kept coming to the Samadhi of the goat. The Samadhi of the goat soon became a famous temple and that poor Brahmin a Mahant of the prestigious temple.
The same Peer was passing by the same neighborhood and he was surprised to see an extravagant temple, where once the poor Brahmin stayed. He went inside the temple to ask about the Brahmin follower, whom he met ages ago. The Brahmin Mahant recognized the Peer, he touched the feet of Peer. The Peer with amused looks asked how this temple came about. The Brahmin told him about the death of goat and the Samadhi and the Samadhi becoming a temple.
The Sufi Peer laughed. He said the mother of the same goat made me a Sufi Peer. The Brahmin had questions on his face, and asked him -how? The Sufi Peer said, once a Naath Jogi was passing by our neighborhood. I offered him some food and donation. In return, he gave me a goat. Naths are not supposed to have any worldly possessions, someone donated him a goat, he gave the same goat to me as a blessing. I could never make myself eat the goat, blessing of a Nath. So I kept it and when the goat died, I gave it a proper burial and the burial site became a Dargah, later a Dargah Shareef, and I became the Peer of the Dargah. The goat made you a Mahant, the mother of the same goat made me a Sufi Peer.