Kisah Sufi

A woman sought the Tree of Heaven. She asked a dervish for help. “I can teach you,” said the dervish, “but it takes thirty years.” “I can’t wait,” she said. “Then I can’t help you,” he replied. “Seek the dervish Arif.” She sought Arif, who sent her to Hakim, then Majzub, Alim… so many teachers. Thirty years passed. Then she reached the garden: there was the Tree of Heaven! And beneath it… the dervish. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the Tree’s keeper?” “You didn’t ask,” he said. “And I know the Tree fruits only once every thirty years.”