Meera Waliyo Ke - Imam Naat

The Prophet (ﷺ) then looked at Zaid. “You asked her if I would reject her,” he said. “Tell me, Zaid. If a drowning man calls out to you in a broken language, do you teach him phonetics? Or do you throw him the rope?”

Zaid scoffed and walked away, determined to prove her ignorance. meera waliyo ke imam naat

“Son, burn your ego until only the love for the Prophet remains. When you have nothing left to prove, He will become your Imam. Meera Waliyo ke Imam… Ya Rasulullah.” The Prophet (ﷺ) then looked at Zaid

She was holding the hem of a magnificent, emerald cloak. Zaid looked up. If a drowning man calls out to you

Zaid saw a caravan approaching. It was not the caravan of generals or judges. It was a caravan of the broken: the lepers, the madmen, the orphans, the repentant thieves. And at the head of this caravan, walking barefoot, was Amma Jaan. Her tattered sackcloth was now a cloak of Noor (light). Her wrinkled face glowed like the full moon.

Because the Imam of the lovers does not look at your certificate of piety. He looks at the sincerity of your wound.

It was the Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ).