The man who said, 'It is I'A CERTAIN man once came and knocked on on the door of a friend.'Who are you, faithful one?' his friend asked.'I,' he answered.'Go away', the friend said. 'It is not the proper time. There is no place for such a raw fellow at a table like mine.'What shall cook the raw, but he fire of banishment and separation? What shall deliver him out of hypocrisy?That wretched man departed and wandered abroad for a year, burned as with sparks of fire in separation from his friend. So, scorched, he was cooked; then he returned and once more circled about the house of his companion. Fearful a hundredfold, he gently knocked tat the door, anxious lest any unmannerly word should escape his lips.His friend called, 'Who is that at the door?'He answered, 'You also are at the door, heart-ravisher!''Now,' the friend cried, 'since you are I, come in. O I! There is not room in the house for two I's.'Banishment: exileHypocrisy: affectation, pretenseHundredfold: hundred timesWretch:A person living under very unhappy circumstances.Scorch:burn
Dear Nafis,very profound story and I can just add "If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky."
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Sayyidi
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