I usually pray before I leave for book distribution. I pray that I meet at least one sadhu who I can learn something from, and usually it happens. As I was getting ready and packing my books, about to head for the densely populated (by Arabics) Merrylands in Sydney, I was wondering, “Who is that sadhu I will meet today?”
I hung my Arabic caption around my collar and began searching for the sadhu of my day as I showed books to everybody I met.
There was a nice rhythm going on as well as decent c
By Radhika Prasad Dasa
We were in Fairfield (Sydney), which is densely populated by Arabs. An unforecasted storm hit us. The harinama party had to make a decision to continue or cancel.
Given that it was a long way from home, we decided to continue, and we moved through the streets under roof footpaths.
Looking at the dancing and singing in the rain, all the Arabs were coming out of the shops, elated to watch and hear the harinama.
I started placing Arabic books into their hands. Almost all of t
