Part 2:
WATER
The Flowing slippery things in life
Rumi
Konya October 15, 1244
Today there is a Fantastic moon in the sky. So bright so magnificent .. it shines like a pearl on us. I look to the yard outside, such a beauty is a true food for the eye and the heart. But how beautiful everything is well, my hands still tremble. Also that night I woke up jumping out of my sleep.
"Lord, you look so pale, you had the same dream again?" Kerra whispered.
"Do not make sleep more calmly," I said.
What can they for making, neither she nor I .. our dreams can be independent of our fate? And fate is not in our hands anyway. I think it must give a reason for this dream, if you show me in 40 days, the same dream, then I was eventually also reveal the wisdom behind it, no later than today or tomorrow I will know what that means whole. Even if the dream begins its end is always different, always the same. As if the dream is a huge building that I enter each time through a different door. This time I found myself in a room of my familiar, on the floor carpets from Iran, and I read a book from the pulpit. Just sitting opposite me a dervish. Long, slender, his face is obscured .. He carries a candle stand with 5 candles in his hand, he makes me light so I can read better.
After a while I turn my head up to the dervish, because I'm stuck in one word: "Treasure of the Hidden" I will ask him about what, but I am troubled at once, then, the dervish with no candle in his hand, it is his five fingers he has with me, he burns his own finger and creates light for me, just so I can read in the dark ..
the end of this dream is the same every night, I look at home anywhere after the dervish look in every corner but will find it nowhere, then I go down to the yard, the garden is full of yellow roses, I cry I cry to the left to right but looking for is not found.
"Please do not go my heart Stay with me, where are you?" I cried imploringly, and go to the well, and look into the darkness, first I see nothing but the moon shines on the court and into the well into it, I Know something, at the bottom of the well 2 black eyes .. directed at me, said goodbye to this world. Someone calls, "Come haste! come here! Someone killed him, they killed him "who knows maybe I am the cries, and through the grief and suffering I do not recognize my own voice. Then I begin to cry out and scream until my wife hugged me tight and my head on her chest sets, and whispered tenderly asks: "Sir are you well? Do you have the same dream again? "
late into the night as Kerra back to sleep, I went down to the yard, the night was quiet, I looked to the well, ruffling I approached him and sat down, the leaves were trembling with the wind ..
Although I live a simple life, a peaceful fate was also alive and well, wrapped in such moments I an indescribable sadness, I do not know why. My Lord gave me three things which I'm great value put:
knowledge, education, and right away the other show. Until my 37th
Age gave me my Lord all I wanted. I studied and learned about prophets, masters, and all things Saints. My father who now rests gave me his hand, and sent me to the best masters of my time so I have career training, reading, working, and the other is to show off what Allah expects from us, "was my life philosophy. I have all my life read a lot and worked a lot. My master told me Burhaneddin Sheikh "was grateful Djelaleddin show pass on the word of God to people and give them the righteous and the wrong to a great grace is not any is given, you are a beloved servant of Allah. "
years I have long taught in the university, discussed with many scientists about the basic laws of religion, studied Hadith. Every week I give a lecture at the largest mosque in the area. I have trained so many students that I can hardly remember the number or name. When people come to me and tell me that they learned from me that I have helped them to the truth, and honor me and my knowledge, I like it.
Thank God I have a love of family, a pure past, good friends loyal servants and students. I have never experienced poverty.
When I broke my first wife had lost my World zusammenö but may God be pleased with Kerra, through them I have found the love and joy again. Both of my sons grew up in a happy mood. Nevertheless, they are so different, I always have admired, as if one were implanted in the same pot with 2 cores pour the same water, yet would grow two different plants would. But I'm proud of it, just as I am proud of my step-daughter. My love Kimya she is so loving, so warm, so wise, merciful .. Among the people under my roof and I'm happy. But what is this empty in me? An empty every day increasing, and zerschmelzt me wherever I go I wear this empty in me. Can you feel so empty even though one is perfect? Or unhappiness in which someone can be happy is? Where my day yet so beam me satisfied, and I completely successful from one to the other floats, then why I am looking for someone every night?
As if I would carry a secret which I conceal from myself. If I find one day that dervish, I will ask him to this mystery. can
But what if I do not tolerate the answer? If it makes me ready?
How funny I'm always afraid Djelaleddin and whispers I would never reach ..
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