During the lockdown I was distributing books in France where I approached a young man from an Islamic background named Abdul.
When I offered him the Bhagavad Gita, he looked at the cover and said, “That’s Krsna!”
I said, “Yes, I know. How do you know about Krsna?”
He said, “I can’t forget Krsna.”
Surprised, I asked him again, “How do you know about Krsna?”
“Some years ago I was in India,” he began. “I went to many places, but I especially remember one temple.”
“Which one was it?”
“Oh, you won’t know.”
“Please tell me.”
“It was a temple in Rajasthan, but you won’t know, it’s just some remote temple somewhere.”
“Which city?”
“Jaipur, they call it the Pink City.
“I know Jaipur! Which temple did you go to?”
“It was called the Govindaji temple. The people were so devotional. I saw the love, it was so nice, I was surprised. Ever since then I can’t stop thinking of Krsna.”
The most Krsna-conscious Muslim I ever met.
Of course, he got the Bhagavad Gita.
Krsna is so attractive.
S.B. Kesava Swami