Kisah Sufi

Everyone in Nasruddin’s village was preparing to go on a religious pilgrimage. Everyone except Nasruddin. All the other villagers loaded up their carts and wagons, their donkeys and camels, and then they set out down the road to begin their long journey. Later that same day, Nasruddin came galloping up behind them on his donkey. “What’s wrong, Nasruddin?” they asked him in alarm. “Where’s my donkey?” he shouted. “I’m trying to find my donkey!” They laughed. “You’re riding him,” they said. “You don’t need to go looking for him.” “Really?” said Nasruddin. “So why do you go looking for God?”