From Baghdad to Kayseri
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
My Dear brother Seyyid Burhaneddin
of them to receive a letter in the I have found again their strong belief I was very touched. But I must admit I started to burn down simultaneously.
When I read that they did find a friend for Rumi I exactly who they mean, but I did not know what to do ..
Best to start from scratch ..
In my community there was a particular name Shems dervish of Tebriz. Their descriptions matched exactly to him. He was a very intelligent person whose knowledge encompasses all the areas of life and faith. can
All our idols out of Divine love, he destroyed, he upset all the dervishes, some believe he could neither read or write.
Shems as he believes it must last task with a knowing of the heart of the sun make it known, and so it proceeds. What he sought was not a master or an apprentice.
I once asked him why he did not take more people as the goal and passed on his words. He said he had not come for ordinary people to the world but only for a single person,
"If the world with the command" Be has become "if it is just a word the core of our existence, then, so am I for the Jeniger ;. is the magic of the letters from the words and the words out the truth, come to help "
When I received your letter, I knew the Shems for Rumi was determined. Despite all that has I my dervishes gathered Explains the matter short, and for this contract all given a chance,
some have been interested in this job, but only until they heard about the difficulties of this journey, the end was the only Shems voluntary. All this happened last winter, in spring and fall I've collected them again but it has brought nothing except repetition.
If they ask why I waited so long, I have only one answer, I liked Shems so much and did not want to send him into a dangerous adventure.
is more dangerous than coming to terms with Shem's not that simple. He is too proud and too frankly. As a wandering dervish, he had everything the sweet spot but if he lives in a city he would have to draw all the attention. The ignorant would not understand it, those who know would be jealous of him. That's why I tried to lay the trip.
On the last evening before his trip, we went for a walk, under the mulberry trees, we have talked.
silk is like love. It looks tenderly and Prissy from but it is more stable and stronger than you imagine. I said to Shem: "See destroyed the silkworm silk it has stitched together some time carefully, so the farmers have either the Silk or the silkworm Decide both can not protect them, they usually kill the silkworms so that they can keep the floss. You know that you must kill a silk handkerchief 100 silkworms?
A wind blew and I started to shake when you get older you can quickly grab a cold, but my trembling was not because of the wind or cold, I It was clear that I see Shems the last time. No, not in this transient world .. I think he also has the same feel as his eyes looked out just as sad.
The next morning he came again to me to kiss my hand and say goodbye, when I looked at him I saw that he shaved off his hair had, I was surprised but said nothing about it and he said nothing. He said only one thing:
"In this story, I'm like a silkworm, Rumi is the silk and sewn together carefully, when the hour comes, the silkworm for the future of silk dying."
And he went on his way to Konya, may Allah be his helper. I think we have done the right where we brought together these two people
but it's a bitter pain in my heart because I miss now that Loving Happy mad dervish of our community.
All our lives are in God's hands, and finally we return to Him.
Selam be with you
Zaman Baba
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