In the village of Shirdi, news spread quickly of a little boy named Arjun who had fallen seriously ill.
Arjun had been suffering from a mysterious fever for days, and no remedy seemed to work.
One evening, Meera whispered to Ramesh, “Let us go to Sai Baba. People say his blessings work as a miracle.”
Carrying Arjun in their arms, they made their way to the mosque where Sai Baba stayed.
A small crowd had gathered, as was usual in the evenings, to hear Sai Baba’s words of wisdom.
Meera fell to her knees, tears rolling down her face. “Baba, please save our son. He is all we have, and no one can help him.”
Sai Baba looked at the pale and weak boy. Without saying anything, he took a pinch of sacred ash, or udi, from the fire burning nearby and gently applied it to Arjun’s forehead.
He then whispered a prayer and handed Meera a small packet of udi. “Have faith,” he said. “Mix this ash with water and give it to him. God will do the rest.”
That night, Meera and Ramesh followed Sai Baba’s instructions. They gave Arjun the water mixed with udi and sat by his side, praying silently.
As the hours passed, the boy’s fever began to subside. By morning, Arjun opened his eyes, his strength returning.
The villagers, hearing of the miracle, gathered at Sai Baba to express their gratitude and .
Ramesh, once a skeptic, fell at Sai Baba’s feet. “Baba, how can we ever repay you?”
Sai Baba smiled and said, “There is no need for repayment. Faith is enough. Help those in need, and you will honor God.”
Meera and Ramesh became devout followers of Sai Baba, sharing the story of Arjun’s miraculous recovery with anyone who would listen.
And in the hearts of the villagers, the light of Sai Baba’s blessings burned brighter than ever.
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