Gomma in Holland

14 min readFeb 26, 2025

Often when people are walking on the road when there is a red light in front of me, they stop the car, roll down the window and say, “Afzal Sahib, Baba is here.” I say, “Not now, I will meet you again in the car.” They say, “Okay, very kind.” They say, “They pass by like that.” And there are some who often ask that they cannot find a Baba. I said, “Sir, that is not your wish now.” I also told many people that it took 14 years to do BA. Try for 14 months. The one who wants to go to the spiritual world asked, “No, the months are too long.” I said, “14 weeks.” They said, “No, that is too long. We do not have that much time.” I said, “If there is a Baba, I will not present him to you.” Therefore, they are asking for his address to humiliate and humiliate him. Because in the end, you have to say that when you met him, he was nothing. He did not even show a pigeon. Often, this is the wish of a person. We do not pass by. What was that you said for? Most of the jelly-like feet are made in such a way that they start their lives as poor people in search of Allah, but we who are going to serve them are such that we go and force them little by little to become box feet and fulfill our desires. So far, no person has gone to them who said that I am looking for some soul, I desire Allah, I know nothing about the world, I want to know, so please help me, because such a question does not arise, that is why those poor people also adopt a different form.

So I am introducing what I am going to say to them that what I am going to say is definitely related to struggle, to effort and to magic, but it is not directly related to it, but you will listen, so since you are intelligent viewers, our minds will automatically connect it with it. It was in 1959. I was here, there was a group of our friends, all of whom Our friend Nusrat Durrani was the owner of a supply company, he used to deliver supplies to the military, he was a rich man, his wife was very modern at that time, we affectionately called her Nanny, Nanny was a kind of lady and she guided us in everything, she was a very good artist and she was very good at landscape painting, she was very good at watercolor and she was the only girl in Lahore, Pakistan who did not wear a dupatta, everyone used to look at her with amazement, she was amazing, her hair was cut short which was not the case in those days, when we used to go out with her friends, everyone used to look at this Nanny, she had a child who was very wicked, very stubborn, very cruel, who tripped over his boots, who did not obey at all, so we had a great relationship with this family. We had a friend who was a very good artist and still is, so we used to get together in his studio, many times we used to have fun with our son-in-law’s foursome in Lawrence Garden which is now called Bagh Jana, we kept going very well. We were having a great time, arm in arm, when suddenly Durrani and Nani had a fight. My husband and I often have fights, and it got so intense that they talked about separating, saying we couldn’t live with each other.

The matter of the child was a matter of great sorrow. Durrani was a strict man. He said, “No, I will not stay. I will not stay.” I said, “What will you do with the child?” He said, “The child wants to stay with his mother. Whether he wants to stay with his mother or with me, he wants to stay with me.” We also explained to the nanny. She said, “No, if this is so strict, I am even stricter. I don’t care. I will take a break from my art.” As soon as I saw it, the divorce papers were written in front of my eyes in our presence. He cried less and we cried more. He was very sad. The divorce was done. The child went with Pak. He was just as stubborn as he was, crying and beating grasshoppers. Then I met Durrani. He had transferred to GH Rawalpindi. His office was there. It was a very big office. I told him, “Now you should get married.” He said, “No, stop it. This is not a profession. I am not a person who wants to get married.” I said, “No, no, if you should do it, then all my friends would not agree.” I insisted but he did not agree. He used to say that I am very happy alone. This is my house and it is such a big house. It is 12–14 kanals and it is in the cantonment area. We live happily. My mother comes to wash clothes. She had two daughters with her. One was a maid. She was a maid. She was a maid. She was a horse. She played golf. She was a rich man. Suddenly, I got away from him a little because I became busy in Lahore. Some of my activities were on Azad Kashmir Radio. As you know, the channels started to open from there. Then he came back with a lot of money. He said, “I have decided to get married.” I said, “It is a very good thing.” He said, “This time, if I am going to get married, I will marry a girl who is completely rural, alert, and has no idea of the times, who is not like a nanny, who does not know painting, does not know dance, and does not know anything about life ahead.” The address behind is a simple, clean girl. I said, “Brother, look, you are very educated and your lifestyle is different. You will get along with her.” She said, “I will do it. I have made up my mind. Sir, this decision has been made in my heart. I have divorced my friends and told them.

They said, “He is talking nonsense. This cannot be done. How will he do this?” I returned from Karachi. We had a seminar there for about a month. He looked for me. His car was a Land Rover without a roof. If you press a button, the roof would open. He came and said, “Mute your sister-in-law.” She was a homeless girl wrapped in a sheet. Her face was not at all like that. I said, “Who is this girl?” I went ahead and said, “Assalamu Alaikum,” and she said, “Wa alikum, assalamu Alaikum, brother.” She was a village girl. I went ahead and saw that she was a village girl. She was the daughter of a housewife who used to wash their clothes. She was the daughter of a housewife. She was a very modern person. I got married to Ghoma. I rubbed my head with my hand. I said, “This poor girl, Ghoma, is a broomstick. She doesn’t know anything about it.” She said, “I am very happy with her and I am living a very good life. I don’t want that girl with a big head. Well, what could you do? Ladies and gentlemen, it was the night of December 31st after a whole year. The next morning, it was New Year’s Eve in Chuni. He was there. There was a very long and wide arrangement in Chaklala. As usual, he said, “We will go to the garden in the evening.” I said, “Okay, let’s go.”

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She was a maid. She was a horse. She played golf. She was a rich man. Suddenly, I got away from him a little because I became busy in Lahore. Some of my activities were on Azad Kashmir Radio. As you know, the channels started to open from there. Then he came back with a lot of money. He said, “I have decided to get married.” I said, “It is a very good thing.” He said, “This time, if I am going to get married, I will marry a girl who is completely rural, alert, and has no idea of the times, who is not like a nanny, who does not know painting, does not know dance, and does not know anything about life ahead.” The address behind is a simple, clean girl. I said, “Brother, look, you are very educated and your lifestyle is different. You will get along with her.” She said, “I will do it. I have made up my mind. Sir, this decision has been made in my heart. I have divorced my friends and told them. They said, “He is talking nonsense. This cannot be done. How will he do this?” I returned from Karachi. We had a seminar there for about a month. He looked for me. His car was a Land Rover without a roof. If you press a button, the roof would open. He came and said, “Mute your sister-in-law.” She was a homeless girl wrapped in a sheet. Her face was not at all like that. I said, “Who is this girl?” I went ahead and said, “Assalamu Alaikum,” and she said, “Wa alikum, assalamu Alaikum, brother.” She was a village girl. I went ahead and saw that she was a village girl. She was the daughter of a housewife who used to wash their clothes. She was the daughter of a housewife. She was a very modern person. I got married to Ghoma. I rubbed my head with my hand. I said, “This poor girl, Ghoma, is a broomstick. She doesn’t know anything about it.” She said, “I am very happy with her and I am living a very good life. I don’t want that girl with a big head. Well, what could you do? Ladies and gentlemen, it was the night of December 31st after a whole year. The next morning, it was New Year’s Eve in Chuni. He was there. There was a very long and wide arrangement in Chaklala. As usual, he said, “We will go to the garden in the evening.” I said, “Okay, let’s go.”

How do you operate it? She said, I write in the form of a letter. I have learned to write in the form of a letter. I can write in the form of a letter. I have also learned from them from one to 100. They are very good. But this is not such a thing. It is very easy to clean the garbage. I used to get tired and from washing clothes, this reading and writing is a great thing. In this, a servant gets respect without doing anything. It was a strange philosophy. I was stunned by it. In the meantime, another person came and started dancing with him. He was the life of the gathering. All the people who came, especially the foreigners, liked to dance with him. And Allah had given him such a consciousness that he, I don’t know who to give an example of. You have never seen such a dance. Then we had dinner and we came. Grandma told me that you will not go in the evening. I stayed there. So in the morning, the breakfast he gave us was perfect. But the way he conducted the maid, I ordered her to do this. Take the thing and take it back for your brother and take out the one I have kept in the refrigerator and bring it. I was looking at it. He said, “Look, look at this, it is the word of Muhammad.” He said, “Yes, Begum Sahib, call him. That Sahib has become a different kind of person.” He said, “Look, one horse is mine. It belongs to a master. Create one for your brother.” He said, “Very good.” I said, “What should I do with the horse?” He said, “I have to make you sit on it. You will ride.” I said, “For God’s sake, I can never ride a horse.” He said, “Nothing will happen. You come with us.” In the evening, he made the horse go around and said, “If you want, we will ride on these same horses.” I said, “For God’s sake, this cannot happen to us. This is enough.” After that, it is a long story.

I want to quickly point it out. Then, sir, I fell into a state of self-preservation and for some time, I could not find any news of him. When I returned after two years, I was very anxious. I met Durrani, I met Guma, I was in my office, very happy, so I said, tell me how is your sister-in-law, he said, turn away the curse, I can’t abuse her, he said, the whole universe, the humanity of humans, whoever can be counted, and also Ghuma, I said, where is she, why are you saying this, he said, just send me the curse, I said, what happened, he said, he was a very dear friend of hers, the third secretary of the Netherlands, ABC, she divorced me and married him, and she went to Holland, she is not here, I said, Ghuma is in Holland, he said, yes, I said, what is she doing there, he said, she is more intelligent than us, she knows the way of living very well, she understands the high and the low very well, and she applies herself, if somewhere she had applied herself towards spirituality, then at that time Pakistan would have become one of the greatest in the entire subcontinent. She was a person but her face was on the other side. She was leading a successful life. So I said, “I have to go to the province, then I won’t be able to live without meeting her.” She said, “Go away, you too, with her.”

Well, I happened to go to Holland there. I found out that she was very happy and her provincial husband had left the job. She had started an activity that reminded her of a fragrance. She used to do seven things for him. I said, “You haven’t learned to write yet.” She said, “No, I haven’t learned to write. I speak English. Now I can also speak German because I have an idiom for it.” She said, “One difference has come in my life. I have changed the spelling of my name. I swear. I don’t speak T in French. My brother, I used to write Gamma. It feels great. When I sign money checks, etc., I was very happy. She said, “But I don’t like this area, which is Khan’s Holland. I want to leave it.” I said, “You should work somewhere else.” She said, “No, I’m thinking about it.” She said, “Sometimes my mother’s sister gets a letter. I send her money and so on. She is very happy.” I said, “Have you ever had a desire to meet her?”

She started saying, “But we have so much work here, the activities are such that I am so busy that I cannot pay attention to her, but I do her chores very well. As a boss, she is very happy.” I said, “Okay, it’s fine. After meeting her, having dinner with her, and then doing my work, which was my responsibility, I returned from our university and met Tarane. She was very happy and cheerful and in a very good mood. Yes, as they say, “No, wake up here.” She was completely happy and said, “Look, we have been helped too.” I said, “How did she say that? She is not even with that unfortunate Dutch. She has divorced him. She has married an old man from Brussels who owns an aluminum factory there. Now she runs his factory because there is not enough work for the father. Now he has 1500 employees. Go-go-go is left. She walks around in the middle wearing pants. She holds a ringmaster and controls everything like it is not a circus. And she controls the whole thing so well.” Remember that she has now become the assistant president of the European Association of Aluminum Factories. There is a village near Pindi called Daulat Dol Tala. She used to live there. That was her intention and that was her wish.

I don’t know her at that time. It has been 10 years. I am sure that she will now be the president of the International Aluminum Mission because Allah had given her great talent and she had directed all her talent in one direction. So when people ask, “Sir, can someone tell us where Baba is?” I always remember her. She never asked where he is. Where is this or that thing? She was a woman of her word and a true soul. She kept what she had in her heart. She spoke very little. She had to carry it out. She left it after fulfilling it. Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to do something, don’t ask me. Ask yourself what your intention is. Unless you have convection, the change brought from outside cannot help you in any way. Now let us all come together and make up for our loss. We will find that our own soul, which is like a whirlwind for us, is it not? Since we are human beings of the soul, Allah has given man a quality that he has not given to any other living being. The only existence that man has is the body. There is another one above it, which is also the intellect. It is also the intellect. Above his existence, the intellect that compels you to go to listen to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s song while riding a broken bicycle on a cold winter night is a requirement. A buffalo never goes to listen to a poetry recital. It only wants its own body, bread, clothes, a house. No animal does this. A lion has not participated in any Qawwali till today. A person says, “It is his wish.

Do whatever you want.” This intellect, which is the intellect, has another one above it, and that is the intellect of the mind. It is our bond. Dirty, broken straw lies in it. An old, broken spinning wheel. Old minds. Cots, beds, beds are thrown away. The glass of this room is broken. The latches of this room are broken. The door is permanently closed. Sometimes a man climbs up and asks whose door it is. She calls out from below that it is hers. He says, “Open it.” She says, “No, it is full of dirt and dust. There is no need to open it.”

So, the intention of the person climbing the stairs is whether to go round this room or not. Now this decision is in your hands. May Allah grant you ease and grant you the honor of distributing ease.