There was a prostitute in Mecca whose entire stock in trade was vice and
Whenever someone had a mind to debauchery that woman would offer
herself as his partner.
She had a melodious voice, was graceful in her movements and pleasant of
speech; and there was never a moment when she was not singing.
When the Prophet went to Medina and war and hate were changed into love,
The cause of Islam prospered and the Faith was strengthened by the
overthrow of unbelief.
When none of the wicked was left in Mecca and they had been scattered on
every side,
That woman went off to Medina in a state of great poverty; sore of heart she
approached the Prophet.
The Prophet said: ‘Tell me, how is it that thou hast come? As a fugitive or to
ply thy trade?
Hast thou come hither for the sake of the Faith or hast thou come to sell thy
Said the woman to the Lord of the World: ‘I have made the journey neither
for this reason nor for that.
I have come hither because I heard tell of thy generosity.
Wretched and forsaken as I am, I have traveled this long way in the hopes of
thy giving me a present.’
Said the Prophet: ‘Mecca is full of young men: it would be more fitting for
thee to ask them.’
Said the woman: ‘Because of thy wars and battles and the fear of thy dagger
and arrows,
The fame of thy strength and might, the greatness of thy miracles and thy
The horsemen of Arabia have lost their strength—how then should anyone
go to the singing-girls?’
The Prophet was pleased with her words and gave her his only cloak.
And he said to his Companions: ‘Let all of you who are my friends give her
something from what you have.’
The Companions gave her a hundred different kinds of presents, and she
became a person of wealth.
A lost woman, Prophet of God, sunk in polytheism and depravity,
Because she once uttered a word or two in thy praise, became by thy
generosity the owner of great riches.
Thou didst not cause her to despair; thou didst not deprive her of thy favor.
Thou knowest that in his praising of thee Attar turned many times upon
himself like a compass.
If he received as his reward the dust of thy street, he received in every mote
of it a new sun.
He has praised with his soul the dust of thy street; admit him to it if thou
He cannot do without thee, do not disappoint him; take the hand of one who
has fallen.
Since the woman had a cloak from thee, I too should have a present.
Thou art king in both worlds and canst bestow divine robes of honour.
Honour his body with such a robe of which even his shirt will not be aware.
Adorn his heart with a belief in God’s oneness such as cannot enter a specific
All that I seek is disembodiment, but why do I speak seeing that thou
knowest and art able?
I am the slave of my heart because my heart is always thy faithful slave.
Upon thy road I have not even the power to say ‘Intercede for this beggar.’
If some poor wretch sets out without subsistence on the Pilgrimage,
And if some man of rank sees him in his distress, how shall he refuse him
Since thou art a man of rank in both worlds, it is fitting that thou shouldst
let a few drops of water fall on my lips.

Grieve for thyself, for no one else concerns himself about thee, nay, thou
dost not concern thyself.
Thy own place will be beneath the dust, but thy pure soul shall not be
sullied by it.
Is not thy essence worshipped by the angels? Hast thou not on thy head the
crown of God’s Vicarate?
Thou art the son of God’s vicar, abandon the bath-furnace; abandon thy
sluggish ways and enter the rose-garden.
A king’s throne awaits thee in Egypt; why art thou, like Joseph, at the
bottom of a well?
Thou hast no control over thy kingdom because the divs have taken the
place of Solomon.

Story of Abul Fadi Hasan and his words on his deathbed
‘When Abul Fadi Hasan lay on his deathbed, someone said to him: “thou,
by whom the Holy Law is upheld,
When the Joseph of thy soul is saved from the pit, we shall bury thee in
such-and-such a place.”
The shaikh spoke and said: “Heaven forbid! for that is the place of the great
and the pious.
How should I, who am no better than a hundred other wretches, wish to
have my grave in such a place?”
They said to him: “pure and good-hearted one, where dost thou wish thy
dust to be?”
He opened his mouth with a soul filled with agitation and said “On the top of
yonder hill my grave must be,
For there lies many a tavern-frequenter and likewise a number of
profitless thieves.
There are also many gamblers there: all are sinners there.
Bury me also with them: lay my head at their feet.
I have always been a fit companion for them, for essentially I have always
been like a thief.
I belong among those sinners; I have not the strength to stand amongst those
perfect ones.
For if these people are in great darkness, yet they are near to the light of His
When in a place there is thirst in the extreme, in the end it attracts water to

Story of Nushirvan the Just and the aged cultivator
Nushirvan was riding his horse with the speed of an arrow when he saw in
the road an old man [bent] like a bow.
The old man was planting a number of trees. The king said to him: “Since
thy hair has turned to milk,
And since thou wilt remain only a few more days, why art thou planting
trees here?”
The old man replied: “There is reason enough. Since many have planted for
So that today we have the benefit thereof, we too are planting for others.
One should take each step in accordance with one’s capacity, for in every
step there should be order.
The king was pleased with the old man’s speech. He filled his hand with gold
and said: “Take this.”
The old man said to him: “victorious king, already today my trees have
borne fruit.
For If I live to be over seventy thou knowest that I have not fared badly by
this planting.
The planting did not make me wait ten years; it has borne gold as fruit this
very day.”
The king was even more pleased with this reply of his, and he bestowed
upon him the land, the village and the water.—
Thou must perform thy labour today for without labour thou wilt have no
Thou must set thy foot on the road of the Faith, thou must lay aside vanity.
If thou art a man, then like a man make thy beard a broom for the privy.
Art thou not ashamed with all that strength of arm to place thy weight on
the scales?
Thou art less than a dog. Listen to this story if thou think thyself more than a

Shaikh Abu Sard’s argument with a Sufi over a dog
‘A Sufi who was passing by struck with his staff at a dog lying on the road.
The dog was badly hurt in its front leg; it began to howl and went off at a
It came howling before Abu Said and threw itself on the ground, its heart
boiling with rage.
When it had shown Abu Said its foot, he rose up and sought justice of that
heedless Sufi.
The shaikh said to the Sufi: “man without faith, has anyone ever dealt with
such cruelty to a dumb creature?
Hast thou broken its foot so that it has fallen down and become thus weak
and helpless?”
The Sufi spoke and said: “master, the fault was not mine but the dog’s,
Because it defiled my garment it received from my staff a blow not dealt in
Where the dog was lying it continued to howl and wave its legs.
That peerless shaikh said to the dog: “For all thou hast done,
I will gladly take the responsbility. Pass thy sentence now and do not
postpone it till the Judgment Day.
If thou wish me to give him his answer, I will punish him on thy behalf here
and now.
I do not wish thee to become angry; I wish thee to be pleased.”
The dog said: “peerless shaikh, since I saw his garb to be that of a Sufi,
I was certain that he would do me no harm. How was I to know that he
would burn my limbs with pain?
Had there been someone clad in mail on the road, I should have been on my
Seeing the garb of the people of peace I felt safe; I did not know the full
If thou wilt punish him divest him now of this garb such as is worn by [true]
So that all may be safe from his wickedness: the injury he did me was such as
I have not endured from drunkards.
Remove from him the cloak of the people of peace and his punishment will
suffice until the Day of Judgment.”—
Since the dog holds such a position upon His road, it is forbidden for thee to
set thyself above a dog……………………more here