Once when Hazrat Ali was going to the mosque he gave his armor to one person to protect it. Upon return he learned that the person ran away with the armor and sold it for 2 dirhams. Hazrat Ali remarked, I had planned to give him 2 dirhams as wage for protecting my armor upon return,
he had anyways 2 dirhams written in his fate but he chose to earn it through the wrong method.
( as heard from someone , sharing it with for the benefit of the lesson)
It seemed like an unusual walk through the village, a certain window seemed to have opened in the heart..
I passed by a house in which two people were quarreling, upon observing closely, I realized that they were fighting for the ownership of the house. What was even more surprising to me was one of them was the real owner of the house and other, the tenant> They had but little knowledge of their real positions as they both have been sharing the house from childhood. They were almost equal in strenth and appearance, I assumed this fight would go on till one of them eventually gains more power to overcome the other. I continued to walk.
After a while I passed by another house, the owner was in full control of it and was as healthy and heavy as anyone could imagine, I could not find the tenant anywhere initially. Upon inquiring I was told that tenant merely existed in a corner of the house almost as a slave and was hardly given anything to sustain his life. I assumed, they would probably never fight as the owner was well aware of his position and kept himself well maintained over the tenant, however I had a strange feeling somehow the tenant was never really going to give up.
I continued my walk and saw a third house. The owner of the house was frail, bedridden and almost about to die. I became curious and started searching for the cruel tenant who had caused this pitiful scene. Didn’t take me long to find this giant ugly being, for sure he must have usurped almost all things which originally belonged to the owner. He was in full control of the house and there was little hope the owner would ever stand up on his feet again. But somehow I felt, even the house yearned for the owner to put up one last fight..!
You are the House in the story, your Ego the Tenant and Your Soul the Owner.
I leave you with one question, which is your house..?
It was that day of the year we had been eagerly waiting for. The King had sent his specialist to our master, a gentle shepherd.
As was the custom the specialist turns up once in a year or at the maximum twice a year to a few chosen shepherds in the country to pick the best of the sheep.
Three or four of the lucky ones are chosen from the large flock which the shepherds had been herding with utmost care. These chosen sheep are said to be taken to the exotic personal garden of the king to wander around freely with no boundaries to stop them and surrounded by pleasures no one has ever seen or heard the like of.
I always thought i was among the favorites of the shepherd, and why not as i had the best of skin and appearances and admirable manners. I even used to recommend a few names to the shepherd and the specialist to simplify the selection process.
This year the specialist had selected 5 sheep and to my surprise i was not among them, a couple of them were not even known among us and had very shabby appearances. Disappointed, I ran to the shepherd and questioned with much displeasure why i wasn’t picked even this year. He gave me the same answer as last year, ‘its not yet time’ and added ’empty the cup’ the meaning of which i couldn’t really understand.
Unable to hold my nerves i went an asked the specialist himself to give me a reason ,why do you always ignore me hinting to the fact that i deserved to be in the garden years back as I possessed much better qualities than all of them. He didn’t bother to console me, rather walked away with the selected sheep repeating these words to himself.
The head cleric was all anxious, when he had heard of the upcoming visit of the King to the National Librabry. It was his obligation to be in charge of the library on top of the religious responsibilities he handled for the kingdom . The King was fond of literature and had penned a few books in the past, it was his custom to visit the library at least once a year to check everything is in place and also to marvel at the ever increasing collection of books.
It was only rarely the cleric found some time to visit the library as this was his secondary job. However he was left furious when he payed a quick check up visit to the library prior to the Kings arrival to the place. To his surprise he found that the ignorant librarians had placed the King’s masterpiece poetry book at the lowest row of the bookshelf. It was just minutes away before the King arrived and he lost all his temper and screamed at the top of his voice. Within seconds the responsible librarians were lined up and admonished heavily by the cleric. In no time they were asked to rearrange the books and it was made sure that the Kings books were all placed at eye level and at the most visible part of the Library.
The Cleric did not forget to make note of the names of at least two servants who were responsible for the issue, he had to make sure that they would be terminated soon after the visit for what could have been a fatal mistake as the king was known for his short temper.
Finally the King arrived accompanied by dignitaries, the collection of books they had preserved in the library was surely a thing to marvel at. The companions missed no opportunities to praise the great collection of books and the interiors maintained in the facility. It was the cleric himself who took out the King’s masterpiece from the shelf and recited some of the best lines of poetry from it. This might have been really powerful words as the whole group broke into tears when it was recited.
It was the time of prayer and it was the cleric’s turn to carry out his second responsibility before the King. He led the prayer with utmost care leading the whole group and was quick to follow it up with some recitation and advices from the Book of God which was kept conveniently next to the prayer mat , next to his feet.
The King seemed really happy and the cleric was thoroughly impressed on how the whole day went and thanked God for the accolades he received. After all what better ways to showcase his skills both as a Librarian and as the head cleric in just one quick visit of the King. He sure had reasons to wait for a pay rise from the generous King.