Kisah Sufi

Death appeared to the king in a dream. “I must take you at sunset tonight.” Terrified, the king summoned his minister. “Interpret this dream! What shall I do?” “Sire,” the minister replied, “you must take the swiftest horse and ride where Death will not find you. Head for Damascus!” The king rode and rode, amazed at the horse’s speed. At sunset, just outside Damascus, he stopped to water the horse. “Thank you, good horse, for running so swiftly,” he said. “I also thank your good horse,” said Death, who appeared out of nowhere. “I wasn’t sure you’d arrive in time!” TINY T TALES ALES FROM THE SUFIS 165