He went to his Murshid and said, "I have made a great fault." The Murshid replied, "It is all right. I wish that you should be greater than I. I shall show you how I am considered." He took the mureed out in the wilderness where the hermits were living, a long, long way from any town. They knocked at a door, and a voice came from within, "Will the dogs of the world not leave us in peace even here?." Khwaja Moin-uddin Chishti said, "I am your Murshid, and you see in what sort of respect I am held."