Jain Legend Vol 2

SR No.: 007595
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Hastimal Maharaj, Shuganchand Jain, P S Surana
Publisher: Hastimal Maharaj Shugan C Jain P S Surana
Publication Year: 2011
Total Pages: 342
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 2 MB

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affectionate and polite child. One day he asked his mother, “My dear mother! I never saw my father, please tell me who is my father and where he is?”
His mother trying hard to control the budding ocean of tears bravely said, "Child! Your father had taken initiation of rama a Dharma when you were in my womb. I brought you up as a single mother. Son! Just like you have not seen your father, your father also has not seen you yet. Your father is Sayyambhava Bha a. When you were in my womb, he was performing a Yaj a. At that time, two Jain rama as arrived there. He was carried away by their words and sacrificed me and the household and took renunciation as Jain- rama a. This is the reason why your father and yourself have not met or seen each other"
Hearing the entire story about his father, the boy Ma aka yearned to see his father Sayyambhava c rya and so one day taking the permission of his mother set out to go and meet his father.
During those days, rya Sayyambhava along with his group of disciples was wandering through various villages and cities and happened to come to Camp pur . Incidentally, the boy Ma aka who was roaming here and there in search of his father reached Camp pur . In fact if one has a strong and true aspiration he eventually achieves it.
Because of his past good deeds Ma aka's desire was fulfilled. Outside the city, he saw a monk who came to attend the nature's call to excrete. Ma aka thought to himself, "He must definitely be a fellow-monk of my father” and felt very cheerful. He went closer to the monk and courteously bowed to him. The monk was also fascinated to see the handsome lotus-eyed boy and looked at him very affectionately. Looking at each other, they both spontaneously felt the waves of happiness rippling
After the boy saluted him, the monk affectionately asked in a choked voice, “Son! Who are you? Who is your father? Where were you coming from and where are you going?”
The boy Ma aka replied in a sweet voice, “Holy one! I am from the city of R jag ha, and the son of Sayyambhava Bha a, a Brahmin of Vatsa
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