In those days, when the land was divided into many small states, one of them had a festive gathering for the king, ministers and all the important people.
Each was pointed at the table, corresponding to his rank.
At the place of honor stood a throne, and the Chief Minister was only expecting the arrival of the king to begin the ceremony. Suddenly a Sufi dressed in rags entered the hall.
To the dismay of the Chief Minister, he went straight to the throne and sat on it.
– What are you doing here? – Exclaimed the minister.
– I’m sitting here, that’s all, – said the Sufi.
– But you have no right to sit on the throne, because you’re not even the Chief Minister, since I am the Chief Minister!
– I’m higher than the Chief Minister – said the Sufi.
– Who are you then – the king? – Asked the Chief Minister.
– No, I’m above the king.
– You’re the Emperor?
– I’m above the emperor.
– You are a prophet?
– No, I’m higher than a prophet.
– Are you God? – Asked minister in fury.
– No, I’m above God – Sufi said.
– Nobody can be above God!
– You’re right, I am nobody.
Brilliant, is’t it? 🙂
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axinia
Great story, today I was reading your RSS feed after long time, and this last one really made my day. Thanks Axinia.
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Lovely wisdom by the rag clad Sufi
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Beautiful!!
Its a philosophy in itself !! 🙂
Destination Infinity
indeed 🙂 everything is said by this parable.