There was a prostitute, a beautiful women. Because of a Shaikh she repented. He later on married her. One day she was grinding flour with hand operated machine. She was weeping too, with tears of thankfulness to Lord Almighty. Some one asked, "What do you think of your life? You were in beautiful surroundings with rich people visiting and coveting you. Was it better than or now?" "This life is much better", she said.
(Sitting (majlis) on Sunday, August 29, 2010)