Saturday, 9 June 2012

The Fruit of Heaven

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

There was once a woman who had heard of the Fruit of Heaven.  She coveted it.  She asked a certain dervish, named Swabr, “How can I find this fruit, so that I may attain to immediate knowledge?”

“You would best be advised to study with me”, said the dervish.  “But if you will not do so; you will have to travel resolutely and at times, restlessly throughout the world.”

She left him and sought another, ‘Arif the Ascetic, and then found Hakim the Sage, then Majzub the Mad, then ‘Alim the Scholar, and many, many more.  She passed thirty years in her search.  Finally she came to the Garden.  There stood the Tree of Heaven, and from its branches hung the bright Fruit of Heaven.  Standing beside the Tree was Swabr, the First Dervish.

“Why did you no tell me when we first met that you were the Custodian of the Fruit of Heaven?” she asked him.

“Because you would not have believed me then.  Besides, the Tree produces fruit only once in thirty years and thirty days,” he replied.


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