My Mother — Page 31
Spiritual Haven 31 It seemed that there was complete spiritual accord between the seeker and the sought. ’s soul was at rest, her quest had led her to her spir- itual haven. She never saw him again, except in her dreams, but her commitment continued total and unalloyed, through all trials and tribulations, till her last conscious breath more than a third of a century later. Nothing ever disturbed her serenity, her faith was proof against everything and upheld her in all situations. She stayed on in the company of Hazrat Ummul Momineen for about half an hour during which was laid the foundation of a close friendship between them that lasted throughout her life. When we returned home she must have felt that within a couple of hours she would be called upon to face the hardest trial of her life, but she was so certain that the step that she had taken had been divinely directed that she must have been sustained by the conviction that He Who—by His sheer grace—had led her so far, would support her throughout. She had never had any seri- ous difference with her husband, and now they faced a crisis that touched upon the salvation of their souls. Awaiting his return home she must have supplicated for guidance and strength. He arrived, and I was privileged to be a witness of what followed. ‘Did you go?’ he enquired eagerly and anxiously, adding his customary term of endearment. ‘Yes, I went. ’ ‘Then?’ ‘He is the same personage’—somewhat tremulously. ‘I trust you have taken no final step. ’