Instructive stories have a bitter taste. It is sincere and subtle, but so useful, like a medicine for all kinds of melancholy! And whoever is able to accept it is cured once and for all of those ailments that our whole life is full of. I am friends with many people, and their status and position do not matter to me, as long as they are kind at heart and easy in their ability to compose reality. One of them is Mahmud. He is a devout Muslim who honors all the laws of the universe, the Koran, Allah, and the Prophet Muhammad (may Allah bless him and greet him). We often talk, sometimes argue, but we do not harbor malice in our hearts and are happy to meet again, to shake hands, and, embracing, sit at the table, drink tea, tormenting the mind with everything that is shrouded in mystery and dust. Once he brought me a parable, which I will tell you too! It does not matter where it happened and with whom! It happens to everyone! One man, sitting at the table just like us, suddenly, seeing a cockroach crawling along the walls, said: - God created you, crawling in the hope of salvation! But why do you exist?! There is no point in you! In my absence, you only eat the crumbs of bread that fall to the ground from my table! If you did not eat them, the sparrows, who have more pride and chant, would peck them up! Why did the heavens create you, oh vile cockroach?! A little time passed. The man became very ill! Whoever he turned to, they silently threw up their hands. They said that they had never seen such an ailment before. And whatever he drank: potions, even poisons, whatever herbs he brewed, and even burned - all in vain! He tried to change his own name, even his faith, although he knew that God is one... One day, already exhausted by pain and ready to commit suicide in despair, they told him about an old sage who helps even those who are doomed in their wanderings. The old man asked for a long time and saw sincerity in the eyes and heart of the one who was ready to believe in a miracle. Then he answered: - I will not walk in circles. There is only one answer to your illness! You must eat 40 cockroaches, no matter whether it is breakfast or lunch. And there is nothing to do. They are caught. They sit and look at the one for whom life is not sweet, and the procedure. But, a miracle happened! He was cured. A little later, somewhere a storm broke out at sea, and the crew runs around the hold begging and cursing fate for the fact that their ship is about to go to the bottom and everyone will drown! Only one old man sits and quietly watches, now to the left, now to the right, as people run, shouting curses at the Almighty - where is He?! Has He fallen asleep?! What is their fault and why?! Why them all?! What is the plan and faith here?! The man is unwavering! He sits and watches as they run from one end to the other, cursing and trembling! One of them, seeing the old man, stopped. He was about to kiss the candle out of anger, but his hand trembled. - You are so calm, as if you know the whole outcome! We are locked up like cockroaches in a jar, and are about to go to the bottom, to be eaten by all the fish! And you sit, silent, and smile through your wrinkled cheekbones! Aren't you afraid of sharks?! Do you really have no words for God, who brought us all this for nothing?! - You are right, there are many words you can say to Him, especially when you don't see the hidden meanings! And I was once the one who wanted to teach Him - who should bring benefit, and why did He create those in whom nothing is seen or heard! No. I'd rather look at you and pray quietly.
That's how we are, sometimes. We look like running cockroaches, or crumbs from the table. And then I said to Mahmud. - When you come to me, we often argue! And you are hot and bold, defending your thoughts, sometimes, which expose our weakness before God, or, on the contrary, in which you glorify our mind, unlike others who fell in the battle of the Great Jihad. And every time our conversation reaches such a limit, I quietly say "now 40 cockroaches have come out of Paradise in your direction. But, since I gave you the grounds for our conversation, I will go and prepare the sauce and share this food with you in a brotherly manner." Amen. Do you hear, my Allah! I humbly accept all the gifts, without begging for Your deeds in this life! For which I thank You, my God!
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