Unruffled, detached as he was, Baba would accept from his devotees the various rituals of pooja - from each according to his faith, and in deference to his feelings.
"Dada, remember, his Guru is a Brahmin, and I, a Muslim. Yet, regarding me to be the same as his own Guru, he offered me Guru-Pooja.
"Even if I seem to be angry with someone, my heart knows no anger.
"I am absolutely in the power of my devotees and stand by their side. For ever I am hungering after love and readily answer their call in distress."
"Shama, you are as a new-born infant as yet! Unless Allah favours him, what can I do?
"Can anyone step up to this mosque without being Allahmiya's debtor? Inscrutable are the ways of this Fakir here. Over Him, I have no control.
"Who do you think you are that you boast vainly in my presence?
You are flaunting the wisdom of your old age! Is this how you read your Quran - that a Pilgrimage to Mecca has made you so proud and haughty? But you do not know me yet! "
But in times of trouble, none was of help to the villagers. It was Sai alone - their living God, who came running to their rescue in the hour of need.
📕Chapter - 11 Shri Sai Satcharita.