• We are already God

    Rabiya, a great Sufi mystic, was passing…. It was the street she used to pass every day on her way to the marketplace, because in the marketplace she would go every day…

  • A heap of skulls

    This is a story about Bayazid, a Sufi mystic.  Once, he was passing through a cemetery and he came upon a heap of skulls. Out of curiosity he took one skull. He…

  • Identification is misery

    Junaid was going through the market-place of the town with his disciples. And it was his way to take any situation and use it. A man was dragging his cow by a…

  • Change the world

    Bayazid, a Sufi mystic, has written in his autobiography, “When I was young, I thought and I said to God, and in all my prayers this was the base: ‘Give me energy…

  • Scissors or needle?

    It is reported in the life of a great Sufi mystic, Farid, that once a king came to see him. He brought a present for him: a beautiful pair of scissors, golden,…

  • Bundle of miseries

    A man used to call God every night with the same prayer. Again and again he would ask, “Do me one favour, just one favour — and I have been asking my…

  • The wisdom of the sands

    A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier,…