A dervish arrived at Nasruddin's house one night, dressed in fine garments and wearing an impressive turban. "I come as God's own guest," he proclaimed loudly, "and I thank you in advance for food and drink and also a bed in which to rest."
Without a word, Nasruddin took the dervish by the arm and led him down the street to the mosque.
"But this place is empty and cold!" shouted the dervish. "I will find no comforts here."
"You yourself said you were God's own guest!" replied Nasruddin. "So please make yourself at home here in God's own house."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #20 in the book.
Post a Comment