These things were like miracles, and we couldn't believe them. For example, somebody would come to the gate. There was a boundary beyond which they could not pass. From that distance, Baba knew what business the newcomer had at the gate. If Baba wanted him to come in, he would give him permission to come. Otherwise, Baba would send him away. Another example is this: If anyone of the children were sad or unhappy, Baba would go and sit next to him, and embrace him, and ask him what was wrong and what was making him sad. Of course, Baba knew what was the cause of his unhappiness.

Baba would encourage us to get up during the night, wrap cloth around our eyes, and then sit and repeat God's name. There was one person that I remember having seen myself, who would sit up at night and repeat God's name so much that he could not sleep anymore. He would continue to sit up and repeat God's name until finally he could not eat, or do anything else. At this time, Baba would go and try to feed him spoonful by spoonful. After this boy Abdullah, was there awhile, for two or three months, he left and went into the desert. What happened to him, and where he went, I don't know.

The rest of us would try and get up earlier each day. For example, one day we would get up at 8 o'clock, and the next day we would try to get up at 7:00. We would try to get up earlier and earlier. For example, there were times when we would get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. Most of us would get up and sit. But those who didn't want to, wouldn't do so. Some of the boys would sit up during the night, and, those, who didn't want to, would sleep.

There was another man, who was a little older than the others, who looked like he was mad. He would play with the ball and sometimes, he would scream. We asked Baba what was wrong with him. He said that this man had practiced asceticism for a long time and that he had tried a great deal to reach God. But since he had performed a miracle, and these people are not allowed to perform miracles, he had become like that — mad, and he had come to take shelter in Baba so that Baba might help him to come out of that state. I don't know what happened to him either.

There is also the story of my father. When I was sent to Bombay, my father came to Iran from Bombay, and he asked my mother about me. My mother told him that I had been sent to Bombay. So, he followed me there. When he came there, he started to work in Baba's outfit. He would take us out every day and work for Baba, and he would be a watchman during the night.

We were all mad for Baba, and when it was time for us to leave, we fell at his feet and we cried and cried that we didn't want to leave him. Finally, Baba said, "Okay, now you go and later I'll send for you." He said, "Your suitcase is here, and you'll come back here." That satisfied us. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gone that easily.

They wouldn't allow us to go anywhere else. They had to bring us directly back to our parents, take a receipt from them and come back. So, we took the boat from Bombay to Bushehr and from Bushehr to Yazd. In Yazd, there were no cars, and there were no roads to our village either. But they managed to get a car for me only and drove me alone to my village and took the receipt from my mother. They returned, and I remained.

Concerning the other episodes which happened with Baba, they would appear very strange to us, even though we were children. They were so strange that you could not even imagine them. And, all the miracles he would perform, you couldn't tell how he would do them.

He was constantly with us. We were always together with Baba. Whenever we had anything, he would come and sit with us and he with us. Sometimes, he would do very strange things. His food was also very strange.

In spite of it all, I still have faith in Meher Baba, and I believe in Baba, because I know that his spirit is still over us and that his spirit is free.