Seadet-i Ebediyye - Endless Bliss Third Fascicle

you make a living?” Upon this the man said, “Wait a minute! I
will repeat the namâz which I have performed behind you.” That
is, he meant to say, “You don’t believe the fact that Allâhu ta’âlâ
will send the sustenance. Your namâz will not be accepted.”
People who have had such perfect tawakkul have always been
sent their sustenance from unexpected places, and this has
consolidated their îmân in the statement, “Allâhu ta’âlâ will
certainly send the sustenance of every living creature on the
earth,” which is declared in Hûd Sûra. Huzayfa-i Mar’âshî used
to serve Ibrâhîm-i Ad’ham. When he was asked the reason why,
he said, “We were on our way to Mekka, and we became quite
hungry. By the time we arrived in Qûfa, I could not walk from
hunger. ‘Are you exhausted of hunger!’ he said. ‘Yes’ was my
answer. He asked for an inkpot, a pen, and paper, which I
fetched. He wrote the Basmala and the prayer, ‘O my Allah, who
is relied on in everything, in every case! It is Thou who giveth
everything. To Thee do I offer my hamd and my thanks every
moment. Not any moment do I ever forget about Thee. I am now
hungry, thirsty, and naked. The first three are my duty. Surely I
will do them. And Thou hast promised the final three. From Thee
shall I expect them,’ and he gave me the paper. ‘Go out, do not
expect anything from anybody but Allâhu ta’âlâ, and give this
paper to the first man that you will meet,’ he said. I went out. I
met a man riding a camel first. I gave him the paper. Upon
reading it, he began to weep. ‘Who wrote this?’ he asked.
‘Someone in the mosque,’ I replied. He gave me a purse full of
gold, in which were sixty dinârs. Later, I asked people who were
around who the man was. ‘He is a Nasrânî (Christian),’ they said.
I told Ibrâhîm Ad’ham all of this. ‘Don’t touch the purse. Its
owner will come here now,’ he said. After a while the Christian
came. He sprang down to Ibrâhîm’s feet and became a Muslim.”
Abû Ya’qûb-i Basrî says: “I suffered hunger for days in the
blessed city of Mekka; I couldn’t endure it any more, when I saw
a turnip thrown out into the street. I wanted to take it. But some
voice inside me seemed to say: ‘You have been patient for ten
days. And now you are going to eat that rotten turnip?’ I gave up.
I went into Masjîd-i harâm and sat there. Someone came and put
some newly fried bread, sugar and some almonds before me and
said, ‘I was out in the sea. A storm broke out and I vowed that I
would give these to a poor man that I would run into if I should
be rescued.’ I took a handful of each and gave the rest to the man
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