Putting Lord Kabir in a Cauldron of Hot Mustard Oil

Now Shekhtaqi noticed that Lord Kabir had gained more fame. He again started plotting to humiliate Lord in some way or the other. Even after seeing all these divine acts, wicked Shekhtaqi's eyes did not open. God was in front of him, but he was not accepting it out of pride.

After a few days, Shekhtaqi again gathered the Muslims and said, “This Kabir is a magician. We will test him one more time.” Thousands of Muslims went to Emperor Sikandar with Shekhtaqi and said, “We will put this Kabir in a cauldron of boiling mustard oil. If he does not die, we will consider him God.” Sikandar Lodhi got worried that they might overthrow his kingdom. He went to Lord Kabir and prayed, “Maharaj Ji, I had brought you here to serve you, but instead I have distressed you, my Benefactor.” Lord Kabir asked, “What is the matter, Emperor?” Sikandar Lodhi said, “Lord, you are all-knowing. Shekhtaqi is saying such things.” Lord Kabir said, “No problem, Emperor. They have decided to finish me off. They will do it tomorrow if not today. It would be great if it happens today.” Lord Kabir said, “Tell them to heat the oil.” Lord Kabir used to think that this ignorant Shekhtaqi might concede in this way. Sikander Lodhi told Shekhtaqi to heat the oil.

Shekhtaqi put thick pieces of firewood and brought the oil cauldron to a full boil, and said, “Lift this Kabir and put him in this.” Lord Kabir said, “Shekh ji! Why are you even taking this much trouble; I will sit on my own.” Revered Lord Kabir entered that cauldron of boiling oil. Only his neck was visible outside. The rest of the body was in that boiling oil. Lord Kabir was sitting comfortably as if he was sitting in cold water. Shekhtaqi said, “He knows incantations. He has cooled this oil. It is just appearing to be boiling.” Sikandar Lodhi thought, “Maybe it has really cooled down.” Sikandar tried to test it by putting his finger in that cauldron of boiling oil. Lord Kabir said, “Emperor, do not put your finger in this lest you destroy your hand due to this stupid person. It is so hot that the finger will not be found.” Sikandar thought, “When Lord Kabir is sitting in the oil, then what will happen to me?” Thinking this, he put a finger in that cauldron of boiling oil despite being warned. To whatever extent the finger had gone into the oil, that much finger got severed and the emperor fainted in pain. Lord Kabir thought, “This ignorant king would die because of this jealous Shekhtaqi.” Lord Kabir came out of the oil cauldron. Sikandar was brought back to consciousness. The pain was so severe that he fainted again. Lord Kabir held his finger and restored it to its original size. Emperor Sikandar became conscious. Sikandar begged for mercy and said, “Please forgive me, Lord! I committed a mistake.” Lord Kabir said, “Emperor! It is not your fault. Kaal does not want my children to recognize me.”