Once upon a time there lived a very rich farmer. He had three sons. They were very healthy and strong. But they were very lazy. They spent their time in idleness and pleasure.
Long, long ago there lived a very kind and generous man in Yemen. Yemen was a province in Arabia. The name of that man was Hatem Tai. He was not rich. But he was very hospitable. People loved him. They praised him more than their king. So the king wanted to have him removed from the world.
Androcles was a slave. He had fled from his master’s house. One day he saw a lion in the forest. He was frightened at the sight of the lion and he began to rum. Going some distance he turned round. The lion did not follow him. It stood where it was. It looked at him and also at its paw.
Mokdum was a Fakir. He had a stick in one hand and a Tasbeh in the other. His eyes were bright and his sight was deep and keen. He used to eat whatever he got. He passed his night anywhere his night came. He spread his blanket there and lay on it. Sometimes, he spent the entire might in prayer.
Long ago, there was a king in Bengal. His name was Ghiasuddin Azam Shah. His capital was at Sonargaon near Dhaka. He was very just and kind.
The king was fond of hunting. One day he was practicing archery beside a forest. By chance, an arrow pierced a boy. The boy instantly died. He was the only son of a widow. The widow was very much shocked. She went to the Quazi, told him everything and prayed for justice.
Hazrat Khawja Moinuddin Chisti was a great Muslim Saint. We know very little about his early life. He came to Delhi during the Hindu rule in India.
He did not remain in Delhi for long. He went to Ajmeer. Prithiraj, a famous Hindu king, then ruled in Ajmeer. Hazrat Khawja Moinuddin Chisti had forty followers with him.