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Konya October 16, 1244
Before Entering a city I wait at the entrance and greet all the masters of the country.
Whether dead or alive, known or unknown, who lived or lives, all of which I send a blessing as the first greeting, and waiting for their entry permit, that is my tradition. No city is
it that I had entered without her permission. Whether it is a Muslim or Christian is Jewish infidels city plays no role, because everywhere there are masters include all religions and beliefs, a true champion and will always work for all mankind. So I did it as I was at the limit Konya was, but what happened this time out of the ordinary. Most did, my greetings to not, and were silent as broken grave stones. I thought they did not yield to my greeting, so I repeated it, this time even louder.
Just as it looked like they had probably heard me, but for some reason I still do not know they gave me no permission. So I sent a message with the wind:
? O most of Konya, why does this dervish no answer "
came after a while the wind with the answer:
" O dervish, permission is given to you, but you must know in this city there are 2 different things for you. You will either pure Love or hate the big deal,
there is nothing in between, think again about it. "
" If this is so there is nothing to think, "I said" So if there is the pure love of it gives me "Now most of my answer heard they welcomed me and gave me permission. But I did not just go in to town. I sat down under an old oak tree, while my horse was resting on the meadow, I looked to the city that lay before me.
The minarets of Konya under the sun shone like splintered mirror. In between I heard dogs, donkeys, children laughing, screaming and sellers, ordinary sounds of a Vibrant city. What we experienced here behind the closed-doors, windows? I was about to enter against an unknown country, this made me a bit nervous, but then I remembered one of the 40 rules.
The 14th Rule: results up to the news that the truth instead of offering you up to last against them. Just flow with life, fear not of new products, how do you know the new one is not better than the old one? "
a friendly voice out of my mind I went out
" Selam alaikom dervish "
As I turned around I saw a bullock cart on a young big man with a long mustache, the ox which drew the car was very old and thin.
"aleikom wa selam" I called back. "Why are you sitting there around alone? If you're tired from the ride so jump on the cart, I take up with up to Konya "I smiled at him and said," is very nice of you but if I were to go on foot, I would be faster in Konya as your ox. "
" underestimate my ox do not, "he said" he is old and thin but he is my most faithful friend, "When I got this answer it was very embarrassing, I was immediately up and bent,
was like a poor creature as I have another offending creature, even if it's just fun is, even if it's an animal. If I am such a mistake, then I apologize, too. "I apologize from you and your steer, I have done something wrong, forgive me." The boy stared in awe villages with an open mouth.
a while he wondered whether I joking around with him or whether I was serious. "So far no one had made." He muttered to himself happy and shy.
"What has, until now, no excuses from your ox?"
"yes which is also still the idea, but I said yes not added by me until now no one apologizes, usually it's vice versa, even if others guilty are am I always apologize. "This answer made me a bit sad," Young man of the Qoran says "We created man in perfect form, the man is a sublime creature, he is valuable, neither he is oppressed or he is powerless, because there are among the 99 names of Allah there is no powerless name, and it is also one of the 40 rules, "I said. "One of the 40 rules?" He asked, scratching his head.
The 15th Rule "Allah is engaged in every moment from inside and outside with the completion of our creation. Each of us is a "not yet Finished masterpiece, All the things we Who live to meet us are intended for our perfection, the Lord takes care of all our faults, for humanity, the perfection in the goal. "
The driver blinked his eyes, as if he had understood. "Are you for the lecture came here?" He asked. "If so then you must make up slowly on the way, are now very many come, what a speaker but .." When I realized who he is talking about my heart began to race on, "tell me what fascinates you in its lectures? "
The boy was silent for a moment and stared into the distance, as if he were in his thoughts everywhere or nowhere. And said afterwards "Our village has suffered, came the famine, then the Mongols, they burned everything, destroys what it has done in the cities much worse, cities like Erzurum, Kayseri, Sivas have conquered them, killed the youth, The women made .. I have not lost someone, however neither my house or shop, but still I feel in me what has been destroyed, which is missing in what I am and always sad. "
" And what that has to do with Rumi? "I asked. "Everyone says if you were to hear your lectures by some Mewlana, your grief would end."
Personally, I find nothing negative in mourning. On the contrary, games and lies that makes people happy, but the truth, however, makes them sad. People know a lot had always been calm and quiet . But I wanted him to tell all not now. Instead, I said,
"well then let's go together to Konya, and you tell me some way of Rumi" I
walled profiles my horse to the cart and sat down beside the boy man
My weight has the old ox out does not do anything, he ran on again with his usual tempo. The boy gives me the goat cheese and bread to eat. And under a blue sky, our entertaining and eating we arrived in Konya. When I was down from the cart, I said "Take care good friend."
"come to the lecture today," he said cheerfully, I waved him "not now, later .. As much as I wanted
do so and Mewlana see, there were other things I had before.
I would have to explore the city, and hear my opinions and thoughts on Mewlana.
Before I get to know the mirror of my soul I had to know how people do not think he sees about him. This was necessary so that I could make a whole picture.
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