মোল্লাপাড়ায় শ্রীরামকৃষ্ণের নামাজ পড়ার ঘটনা …

মোল্লাপাড়ায় শ্রীরামকৃষ্ণের নামাজ পড়ার ঘটনা …

 শ্রীশ্রীঠাকুর রামকৃষ্ণদেবের উপাসনাগৃহের প্রতি কোন বাদ বিচার ছিল না।  সামনে যে কোন ধর্মের উপাসনাগৃহ দেখলে ঢুকে পড়ে উপাসনার কাজ সেরে ফেলতেন।  মোল্লা পাড়ার মসজিদে- এ প্রায়ই উপস্থিত হতেন।

Sri Ramakrishna
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Sri Ramakrishna

শশীভূষণ সামন্তের স্মৃতিকথায় জানা যায় – শেখ মোছন মোল্লা সে সময় মোল্লাপাড়ার মসজিদের মৌলবি ছিলেন। একবার নামাজ পাঠের সময় সকলে মসজিদে উপস্থিত হলেও  ,মৌলবি সাহেব উপস্থিত হতে পারেন নি। সকলে তাঁর জন্য উৎকন্ঠায় অধীর হতে লাগলেন। নামাজের সময়  প্রায় অতিক্রান্ত হতে চলেছে এমন সময়ে সকলে দেখলেন ,মাথায় টুপি পরে মৌলবি সাহেব দ্রুত হেঁটে আসছেন মসজিদের দিকে। সে মুহূর্তে কেউ কোনও কথা তুললেন না। নিয়মানুগভাবে মৌলবি সাহেব সকলকে নামাজ পাঠ করালেন এবং শেষে কারও সঙ্গে কথা না বলে মসজিদ থেকে নেমে কালীবাড়ির দিকে হাঁটতে লাগলেন। উপস্থিত সকলেরই ঘটনাটি অস্বাভাবিক লাগল। তাঁরা কেউ কেউ মৌলবি সাহেবের পিছু ধরলেন। তাঁরা পিছন থেকে ‘ ও মৌলবি’  ‘ ও মৌলবি’ বলে ডাকতে লাগলেন। তাঁদের ডাকে মৌলবি মুখ ফিরালে তাঁরা হতভম্ব হয়ে যান ,দেখেন যে ঐ ব্যক্তি মৌলবী মোছন মোল্লা নয় ,তিনি দক্ষিণেশ্বরের পাগল ঠাকুরমশাই।  ঠাকুরমশাই জানালেন যে মোছনের খুব ব্যামো ,তারা যেন তড়িঘড়ি করে কোনও  কবিরাজ ডেকে নিয়ে তার বাড়ি যায়। তারা তখন দেরী না করে কবিরাজ ডেকে নিয়ে মোছনের বাড়ি হাজির হন। গিয়ে দেখেন মোছন মৌলবী অচৈতন্য হয়ে শুয়ে রয়েছেন এবং তাঁর  পরিবারের ব্যক্তিগণ তাঁকে বাতাস করছেন।
সুস্থ হয়ে তিনি বলেন ‘ পরমহংসদেব মানুষ নন ,উনি পির। উনি সব ধর্মের ওপরে।’
 এই ঘটনার পর থেকে মোল্লা পাড়ার মুসলমানরা শ্রীরামকৃষ্ণকে অন্য চোখে দেখতেন এবং তিনি তাঁদের সকলেরই ভক্তি ভালোবাসার পাত্র
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Today ma sarada Devi visit at Belur Math 10-9-2017

Sri Sarada Devi
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Sri Sarada Devi

 Life at Dakshineshwar

Sri Ramakrishna viewed Sarada Devi as an extraordinary appearance of Divine Mother of the universe. In 1872, the evening of the Phala-Harini-Kali-puja, he formally revered Sarada Devi as the Divine Mother, in this way arousing general Motherhood inactive in her. At the point when supporters started to accumulate around Sri Ramakrishna, Sarada Devi figured out how to view them as her own youngsters. The room in which she remained at Dakshineshwar was too little to live in and had barely any pleasantries, and on numerous days she didn’t get the chance of meeting Sri Ramakrishna. In any case, she bore all troubles quietly and lived in happiness and harmony, serving the expanding number of lovers who came to see Sri Ramakrishna.
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Sri Sarada Devi

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Sri Sarada Devi

THE VAIN JACKDAW AND HIS BORROWED FEATHERS

THE VAIN JACKDAW AND HIS BORROWED FEATHERS

A Jackdaw gambled flying over the garden of the King’s castle. There he saw with much ponder and jealousy a run of illustrious Peacocks in all the radiance of extremely good looking fledgling, nor extremely refined in the way. their awesome plumage. Presently the dark Jackdaw was not the general public of the Peacocks was a dress like theirs. So he However he envisioned that all he required to make himself fit for very own dark crest. 
Wearing his acquired luxury he swaggered grabbed some castoff quills of the Peacocks and stuck them among his may, they before long observed his identity. Furious at the cheat, grandiosely among the winged animals of his own kind. At that point, he flew down into the cultivate among the Peacocks. Be that as it unfortunately to his previous associates. There another repulsive they flew at him, culling ceaselessly the obtained plumes and furthermore his very own portion. The poor Jackdaw returned amazement anticipated him. They had not overlooked his unrivaled show pecks what’s more, sneers. toward them, and, to rebuff him, they pushed him away with a rain of
Acquired quills don’t make fine birds._

VISIT TODAY SARADA II Swami Saradananda constructed a lasting house for Sarada Devi in Calcutta.

Sri Sarada Devi
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Sri Sarada Devi

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Thought for the Week


 After the journey, Sarada Devi lived alone in Kamarpukur, the town where Ramakrishna was conceived. There, she persevered destitution, skirting on starvation for a year. In 1888, when the news achieved the lay and devout devotees of Ramakrishna that she required their care and consideration, they welcomed her to Calcutta and organized her remain. Swami Saradananda constructed a lasting house for Sarada Devi in Calcutta. The house was named the Udbodhan House, after the Bengali month to month magazine distributed by the Ramakrishna Math. The house, otherwise called Mayerbati (“Holy Mother’s House”), is the place she spent the longest time of her life outside Jayrambati.
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Sri Sarada Devi

THE DOG AND HIS MASTER’S DINNER

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A Dog had figured out how to convey his lord’s supper to him He was reliable to his obligation, however the smell of the lovely things in the bin enticed him. The Dogs in the area saw him conveying the and before long found what was in it. They made several attempts to steal it from him. Be that as it may, he constantly protected it faithfully. Then one day every one of the Dogs in the area got together and met him on his way with the container. The Dog attempted to run away from them. Be that as it may, finally, he ceased to contend. That was his slip-up. They before long made him feel so absurd that he dropped the container and caught an enormous bit of meal meat planned for his lord’s supper. “Great,” he stated, “you partition the rest.” 
_Do does not stop to contend with temptation._

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TODAY MA SARADA VISIT AT BELUR MATH II however really the mother.

TODAY MA SARADA VISIT AT BELUR MATH 

Sri Sarada Devi
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Sri Sarada Devi
Sri Sarada Devi
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Sri Sarada Devi

Sri Sarada Devi
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Sri Sarada Devi
I am your actual mother, a mother not by the goodness of being your master’s significant other, nor by the method for void talk, however really the mother.

A Lion and an Ass Consented

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A Lion and an Ass consented to go chasing together. In their pursuit for diversion the seekers saw various Wild Goats run into a buckle, furthermore, laid plans to get them. The Ass was to go into the give in and drive the Goats out, while the Lion would stay at the entrance to strike them down The arrangement worked delightfully. The Ass made such a terrible racket in the give in, kicking and whinnying energetically, that the Goats came running out in a frenzy of dread, just to fall “Did you perceive how I made them run?” he said. injured individual to the Lion.   The Ass came gladly out of the buckle.  

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THE WOLF AND THE LEAN DOG

THE WOLF AND THE LEAN DOG 



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A Wolf sneaking close to a town one night met a Dog. It occurred to be an exceptionally lean and hard Dog, and Master Wolf would have turned up his nose at such pitiful admission had he not been more hungry than common. So he started to edge toward the Dog, while the Pooch stepped back. “Give me a chance to remind your lordship,” said the Dog, his words intruded on once in a while as he avoided a snap of Wolf’s teeth, “how repulsive it is eating me now. 
Take a gander at my ribs. I am only skin and bone. Be that as it may, given me a chance to let you know something in private. In a couple of days, my lord will give a wedding feast for his solitary girl. You can think about how fine and fat I will develop on the pieces from the table. 

_Then_ is the opportunity to eat me.” 

The Wolf couldn’t resist figuring how decent it would be to have a fine fat Dog to eat rather than the gaunt question prior to him. So he left pulling in his belt and promising to return. Some days after the fact the Wolf returned for the guaranteed devour. He found the Dog in his lord’s yard, what’s more, requested that he turn out and be eaten. “Sir,” said the Dog, with a smile, “I will be enchanted to have you eat me. I’ll be out when the watchman opens the entryway.” Be that as it may, the “watchman” was a colossal Dog whom the Wolf knew by agonizing experience to be extremely unkind toward wolves. So he chose not to pause and made off as quickly as his legs could convey him. 
_Do does not rely upon the guarantees of those whose intrigue it is to hoodwink you._ 
_._

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THE FOX AND THE LION

THE FOX AND THE LION

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 An extremely youthful Fox, who had at no other time seen a Lion, happened to meet one in the timberland. A solitary look was sufficient to send the Fox off at best speed for the closest concealing spot. The second time the Fox saw the Lion he halted behind a tree to take a gander at him a minute prior sneaking endlessly. In any case, the third time, the Fox went intensely up to the Lion and, without turning a hair, stated, “Hi, there, old best.” _Familiarity breeds contempt._ _Acquaintance with fiendishness blinds us to its dangers._
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