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After worship, the great saints of that era were deeply engrossed in meditation and were therefore oblivious to the outside world and the mob. The elderly were high on ecstasy, alcohol, and more ecstasy. They were unaware of the moment that Turab Has entered his blessed cell and murdered him. Turab was ecstatic that his wish for hostility had been granted when he noticed that the elders were so absorbed in their concentration that they were unaware he had arrived. The elderly guy was in a state of meditation, therefore there was no threat of resistance from him, making today the greatest opportunity to kill him.

The tyrant seized the chance to assault the kind elderly guy by pulling out his knife. Sifat, an innocent angel, used all his strength to strike the elder with a death blow. The older was stripped of his injuries and passed out. The tyrant decided that his mission had been achieved and that he should leave, so he went outside. His clothing was stained with blood as well. People in the street grabbed him when they saw him running while wearing bloodied garments.

The tyrant took advantage of the opportunity to attack the gentle elderly man by drawing his knife. Sifat, a good angel, utilised all of his power to deliver a fatal blow on the elder. The older fell unconscious after having his wounds cleaned up. The dictator went outside after deciding that his goal had been accomplished and that he should depart. His clothes were also covered in blood stains. He was captured by passersby who observed him fleeing while dressed in bloody clothing.

The populace caught the tyrant together despite his best efforts to save himself. People thought he was killing someone and escaping thereafter. Now, he was being questioned by bystanders as he fled. When people urged him to speak the truth, he initially refused to tell you anything. The reality that I am coming to kill your Murshid Kareem was spit out when he struck hard. On the disciples, death and silence descended. They arrived before the Senate with their bodies temporarily paralysed. They understood they needed to see Murshid Kareem. Now, the tyrant has been apprehended by some.

The remainder hurried to the Holy Room of Murshid Kareem. Elders who had been killed in the Hujra Mubarak were unconscious and their blood covered the floor. His health situation was really concerning. He was rushed right away to the doctor. Even though you received a lot of medication, he did not improve. You managed to regain consciousness after numerous tries. Your lips are in excruciating pain and suffering. Then you asked, "Where is Turab?" as an eternal grin surfaced. How did you know that Shish Turab had killed you, people questioned Hazrat? Of course, I am aware that Turab attacked me fatally, but I did not intervene, Sahib Kashf Buzurg remarked.

I won't perish as a result of his attack, and my moment of death has not yet come. I was aware when he entered the jail, but I did not stop him from attacking since I was afraid for your serious state. So I forbid you from saying that this is how you can pass away. Speaking could end your life. You retorted that I had already stated that I wasn't ready to pass away. What frightens you? Bring Turab here right away. I have some things I want to say to him. People advised you to "Hazrat, be satisfied" because they believed you were furious with Turab and intended to punish him. He didn't scurry off. 

He will be brought before you as soon as you feel better. He'll get whatever punishment you decide to give him. The renowned individual then asserted firmly that Turab is my offender. I will either make a considerate judgement call or punish you. You hand it to me right away. Your request was carried out, and Turab was delivered to you. Tyrant Turab was terrified and agitated. He could see death coming at him. In a kind voice, he questioned Turab, "O Turab, how many times have you struck me?" Turab's eyes were down in shame and terror.

The second time he asked, Turab remained mute. The elderly guy asked again, "What's the point in keeping quiet about how many times you stabbed me? I'll reward you instead of penalise you. Do not be scared in the slightest, and let me know how many punches you have delivered to me." Kaye Turab's whole body shook with fear and shame. There wasn't a drop of blood in his body because of the colour. Finally, Turab started to speak, his body trembling and his lips quivering. I was envious of you because of your renown and the people's fervent loyalty to you.

I once believed that I also practise a lot of worship and almsgiving. Why do folks regard me? I have no idea why my popularity isn't as high because of this envy, and because of this envy, I wanted to kill you so that after you are gone, people would come to me and know where I stood. However, the elders said I never asked you why you attacked me. How many blows have you delivered to me, exactly? The offender was shocked to learn this. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of shame. Remorseful tears were streaming down. The Holy Prophet had unleashed his full force.

I'll give it to you without a doubt. You instructed your aide to fetch a fresh outfit and a bag of nobles from my chamber. He gave it to Turab and remarked that if he had had it at the time, he would also have given it to Turab. Then he gave God the command to let Turab travel as he pleases. He is now free. Both I and I have no issue with it. His heart is mixed with anguish and rage about this. An excellent illustration of morality, selflessness, and death.

A sinner will be removed from the list of sinners and placed among his near servants if dust droplets rising from a river's feet land on him.