Book Title: Half Hour With Jain Muni
Author(s): Abdul Hamiz A Baakza
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House Bombay

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________________ was now the turn of the intellect to tempt him To tempt him to knowledge and power By a special effort, he was mortifying these inborn non-sensual lusts Then thoughts and concepts Spirstaal of a more attenuated order presented struggle themselves to his mind But be braced up his mind and refused to admit them The memory was playing its own part The things which he thought had least concern with his life, and which had casually tumbled in, were now evolved from the long-forgotten past He had to face each and every little thing, exercise his judgment, take it or reject it His faculty of moral judgment was sorely tried In the lonely cell of his heart, he felt utterly lonely, forsaken in the midst of this night of horror He longed for some warm companionship, but, that was denied He, a rebellious soul, a tough fighter, who would ever check back womanlys tears was now like a helpless babe in his mother's arms Tears welled up into his eyes from a heart which ached with the pain of void and dryness of soul He gave out a cry of distress, "Come high, solace my heart. I die " At the same time, he heard a voice so familiar to his ear and yet which struck so strange, "My dear boy, what ails thee, my dear Just open thy eyes, and see who is here" He felt he heard a voice from a far-off land which he had already left behind When he opened his eyes, he saw things but not as he used 18

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