A Sufi of forbidding appearance arrived at the doors of the palace. No one dared
to stop him as he made his way right up to the throne on which the saintly
Ibrahim ben Adam sat.
“What is it you want?” asked the king.
“A place to sleep in this caravan serai.”
“This is no caravanserai. This is my palace.
“May I ask who owned this place before you?”
“My father. He is dead.”
“And who owned it before him?” “My grandfather. He is dead too.”
“And this place where people lodge for a brief while and move on-did I hear you
say it was not a caravanserai?”
Everyone’s in the departure lounge!
🙂
A Sufi of forbidding appearance arrived at the doors of the palace. No one dared
to stop him as he made his way right up to the throne on which the saintly
Ibrahim ben Adam sat.
“What is it you want?” asked the king.
“A place to sleep in this caravan serai.”
“This is no caravanserai. This is my palace.
“May I ask who owned this place before you?”
“My father. He is dead.”
“And who owned it before him?” “My grandfather. He is dead too.”
“And this place where people lodge for a brief while and move on-did I hear you
say it was not a caravanserai?”
Everyone’s in the departure lounge!
🙂