At the hotel, Shri Nathji met a foreigner from France, a certain Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan who was the head of a certain Sufi sect.
He told Shri Nathji that he had seen a beautiful picture of his published in a magazine that gave the names of all the holy personalities in the world. That portrait was the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life. He was surprised that fate had led him to the hotel where he had found Shri Nathji.
He narrated how competitive the world of spirituality had become, with jealousies and struggles for supremacy amongst members of the same sect. He said he had been attacked by the followers of another contender to the seat, and one of his legs was irreparably injured. He said that most spiritual men were after name, fame and followers, and that spirituality in its purest form, which existed in Shri Nathji, did not exist anywhere else in the world.
He prayed to Shri Nathji to come and grace the tomb of his spiritual master at Nizammudin, and Shri Nathji, in all his simplicity went there. In the little bare room where the tomb was situated there was merely one solitary qawwaal who was singing along with a tabla player. Shri Nathji, Pran Nath and Priya Nath were the only audience that he had. Shri Nathji gave some money to the qawwaal, and the man remembered it gratefully, ever afterwards. As a measure of Shri Nathji’s benedictions, he became a famous qawwaal later. The Sufi saint was also able to lead his life in peace in India and return home to France, safe and sound due to the blessings of Shri Nathji.