Ostad Elahi often emphasised the crucial role played by his father Hadj Nemat (1871-1920) in his spiritual formation. Hadj Nemat was 29 years old when a life-changing spiritual experience led him to relinquish his administrative functions with the governor of his region in order to dedicate himself entirely to mysticism and spirituality. Revered as a saint during his lifetime, he was also famous for his poetry. Among his many writings is the Book of the Kings of Truth. Ahead of the 92nd anniversary of his death, the following anecdotes presented on hadjnemat.com will shed some light on his extraordinary spiritual personality.
By Ostad Elahi, Hadj Nemat’s son
My father was quite stringent about respecting others, and also worked very hard to ensure my moral education and upbringing. I was a child when my father reprimanded me one day and said: “Get out of here.” An elderly woman who was present asked: “My dear, what did you do for your father to …” but I snubbed her before she could finish. She didn’t say anything. Later, one of the dervishes relayed the following message from my father: “Even if I were to forgive your first transgression, I will not forgive your second, which is breaking that old woman’s heart, until you acquire her forgiveness.”
We had once gone to Darband in the region of Sahneh. The local governor, along with a few leaders of the Ahl-e Haqq, also came along and some friends had arranged an umbrella for them to provide shade from the hot sun. The others sat in the open. My father arrived, and as soon as he noticed the umbrella he said: “Why are they sitting in the shade and the rest under the sun? What difference is there? Quickly remove the umbrella!” They reacted so hastily that the umbrella collapsed on top of them. Nonetheless, my father did not apologize and said: “How were you willing to sit under the shade while the others were out under the sun? What difference is there between you? Are you not both of flesh and blood?”
By Seyyed Tahmasb, a renowned leader of the Ahl-e Haqq
I had heard that an individual by the name of Hadj Nemat had appeared in Jeyhounabad and performed a great many wonders and miracles. I went to Jeyhounabad to see for myself. People were sitting in a large room waiting to meet him, and there was only one empty spot by the door where I sat down. A dirty old man in rags was seated next to me. I kept thinking that someone of my stature shouldn’t be sitting here among these people, as though they were my peers! After 10 or 20 minutes, Hadj Nemat arrived. It was customary for him to go around the room and kiss the hands of the participants. He kissed my hand and glanced at me without saying anything. When he came upon the old man next to me, he warmly kissed him and said: “My dear, it is you and those like you that I love, it is your faith that I love; let those turbaned bigheads go about their own business….” After he finished greeting those who were present, he sat down, turned to me and said: “I do not know this gentleman, who might he be?” I replied: “Sir, I am precisely one of those turbaned bigheads!” He then counseled me and said: “Here is the realm of Truth, and all are equal before God. See this old man in rags, what a special state he enjoys before the divine!”
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