Chapter 4:
When Imran went to kiss Baba Waqas's hand, Baba Waqas pulled him gently and sat him next to him. Imran felt a strange joy sitting beside Baba Waqas. Gradually, people started telling Baba Waqas about their problems, and he would tell some of them to recite certain prayers and then blow over them. Some people left after greeting him, while others also presented offerings. Eventually, this phase ended, leaving only one somewhat stout person, along with Imran, who began to gather the mats and carpets after the others had left.
Baba Waqas called that person over and said loudly, "Servant Mian, our guests are here. Won't you serve them tea?" The stout man nodded affirmatively and went to prepare tea. Then Baba Waqas turned to Imran and asked, "What's the matter, Imran Mian? Why this hesitation to come to us?" Imran started thinking about what to say and, not knowing what to reply, said, "I find all of this very strange." That's why I didn't want to come to you, but I had to anyway." This further surprised Imran—how Baba Waqas knew everything on his own. Then Baba Waqas spoke again, "Imran Mian, don't exhaust your mind with too many questions, or else I won't be able to tell you what I want to. Just keep in mind that we wish you well and are not your enemies. There's one more thing I want to tell you—though I am older than you, you are also my shared spiritual kin, and I have a trust—an amanat—that I want to entrust to you. But first, you will need to trust us; only then can anything be accomplished."
While Baba Waqas was talking, servant Mian brought tea, along with some biscuits, which had a fresh aroma. Baba Waqas set the tea tray aside and handed the money collected from offerings to the servant, saying, "Use this money to prepare the morning meal, and now you can go home." Imran took out his wallet, ready to take out some money to contribute, but Baba Waqas signaled him to stop and said, "Not yet, Imran Mian. Let's restore the trust first. After that, we will definitely take your money." After the servant left, Imran sat down to drink tea, while Baba Waqas got up and went into the room opposite. The entire house was now empty as in the morning. In the room Baba Waqas had entered, a large lamp was burning, and in front of it, on a shelf filled with books, Baba Waqas was taking out some books. After pulling out a book, Baba Waqas locked the room again and placed the book on a cot's headboard. Turning to Imran, he said, "Imran Mian, I wrote this book in my youth. You are one of the few people in my life whom I have allowed to read it. After you read this book, you will understand all my words easily. Read it after having some tea, and I will perform the Isha prayer." As Baba Waqas started to recite his prayer intentions, Imran began to examine the book. It was about two hundred pages long and handwritten. Though in fairly good condition, its age was evident from its fragility. It was neatly bound, so from a distance, it looked like a published book. It had seven chapters; as soon as he started the first chapter, Imran sensed that it was a book about the society of jinn. The style of the author was very captivating. When Imran moved from the first to the second chapter, he became convinced that it was undoubtedly a rare book written on this subject. The author's way of storytelling kept the reader spellbound, with no flaws or breaks in the narrative, so there was no sense of longing or boredom. The first chapter contained important information about genies: how they obtain their food, their birth and death, the situations they face, and in which circumstances they need humans. It explained why their temperament differs from that of humans, and how both humans and genies are fearful of each other—just as religious and non-religious people exist among humans, among the society of jinn too, there are religious and non-religious genies.
Furthermore, it covered what occupations jinns have, where they prefer to live, what types of humans they are familiar with, how they acquire religious knowledge, why they bother humans, and many other topics.
In the second, third, and fourth chapters, numerous stories about them were recorded, and Imran remained so absorbed in reading that, after finishing the fourth chapter, when he looked up from the book, he saw Baba Waqas sitting nearby. Imran felt embarrassed and told Baba Waqas, "This beautiful and rare book should have been published in the market. I'm sure it would make a record-breaking success. Had you found a publisher? Baba Waqas simply replied seriously, "The publishers who learned about this book insisted strongly that you grant us permission to publish it. This book will create a stir in the market. But, Imran Mian, I did not write this book for business or fame, but to quench the thirst of the eager. Still, people are eager to turn it into a source of income, and my pride could not tolerate that. These books became my last refuge in old age and loneliness, and I am happy that my efforts and observations were protected from being turned into shops' cheap trinkets and displays."
Imran Mian, I know you want to finish reading this book today, but it's already late, and your family might be worried, and you still need to perform Isha prayer. You should go home." Hearing this, Imran felt disappointed, and he said, "Baba, I want to complete this book. If you permit, I will finish it in an hour and a half." Baba Waqas replied, "Imran, my son, I don't want you to just read this book; I want you to understand it fully. Only then will its true value be realized, and your effort be rewarded. I never lend my personal books for others to read, but since you are like my reflection, I can give you this book for one night under one condition: you will guard it as an entrusted trust and will not show it to anyone else without my permission. Do you accept this condition?" Imran was overjoyed that Baba Waqas agreed to let him read this rare book overnight, and he immediately promised, "I promise to obey your commands with all my heart." He then wrapped the book in a cloth and stood, ready to depart.