Sai Baba the Master - By E.Bhardawaj

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Mrs. Mehaboob Basha was suffering from a uterine tumor for some time. On

September 31, 1982, her condition grew serious and she was admitted in Dr.

C.R. Reddy’s hospital at Gudur for surgical operation. While she was being

operated upon, at noon one day, her condition took a serious turn. Mr.

Mehaboob Basha who was anxiously waiting in the doctor’s chamber thought of

invoking divine help as his last hope. He stood, alone and friendless, in

front of Sai Baba’s picture in that room, offered a lighted joss– stick and

prayed, “Lord, am I to be a widower at this age, and are my little children

fated to be motherless? Lord, save me from this predicament!” The next

moment, some one patted him from behind. As he looked back over his

shoulder, he saw a tall old man in clean white dress who assured him,

“Nothing amiss will befall your wife. Don’t weep!” Basha wiped his eyes and

turned back, but the old man was nowhere! As he stepped out of the room in

amazement, the hospital staff told him that the crisis had passed and his

wife was out of danger! Shortly after, the young housewife regained her

health. Basha atonce realized that Baba had saved his wife. The same day, he

installed a framed picture of the immortal fakir in his house and started

praying to him every day.

 

Similarly, there was an instance of a poor ailing housewife being

administered a tablet in a dream by Baba and she recovered her health by

the next day. A host of such experiences drew several souls into Sai Baba’s

fold. One such devotee gave away a small plot of ground for a Sai mandir. In

the last week of March 1983, a devotee visited me in Madras and gave me a

few chips of the old flooring of Sai Baba’s Dwarakamai, to be used for any

sacred purpose. On my way back, the satsang group of Kalichedu met me at

Nellore and wanted me to fix a date for the foundation – laying ceremony

for the mandir. I chose April 24, a Thursday which is sacred to Baba. Then,

I was suddenly impelled to give them the sacred stone chips I had, to be

put beneath the foundation – stone to sanctify the proposed structure. The

party then asked me to present a beautiful oil painting of Baba for the

proposed mandir, so that they could have it as a sacred memento of my love

for them. I spontaneously assented. Later, when I considered its size and

the costs involved, I felt it was beyond my means. On my way home, I was

thinking whether I should request any fellow-devotee to share the expense.

At Ongole, my head quarters, one Mr. Ramana Reddy had a dream the earlier

night: an old man gave him a challan form and told him to deposit Rs.574/-

to the “government”. He woke up and was at a loss to know what the old man

(Baba) meant. He enquired whether the local Sai mandir had any arrears to

clear, like the electricity bills, but there was no such. He spoke to me

about it and readily offered to pay the amount for the proposed

oil-painting. Baba has solved my problem.

 

(Source : http://www.saibharadwaja.org)