“‘Son, I am thirsty; fetch me some water.’ A dust-covered SANNYASI made this request of Afzal one day during his early boyhood in a small village of eastern Bengal.
“‘Master, I am a Mohammedan. How could you, a Hindu, accept a drink from my hands?’
“‘Your truthfulness pleases me, my child. I do not observe the ostracizing rules of ungodly sectarianism. Go; bring me water quickly.’
“Afzal’s reverent obedience was rewarded by a loving glance from the yogi.
“‘Son, I am thirsty; fetch me some water.’ A dust-covered SANNYASI made this request of Afzal one day during his early boyhood in a small village of eastern Bengal.
“‘Master, I am a Mohammedan. How could you, a Hindu, accept a drink from my hands?’
“‘Your truthfulness pleases me, my child. I do not observe the ostracizing rules of ungodly sectarianism. Go; bring me water quickly.’
“Afzal’s reverent obedience was rewarded by a loving glance from the yogi.
