Kisah Sufi

“I want a lion tattoo, here, on my shoulder,” a man said to the tattoo-artist. “Make it a big one!” “Gladly!” replied the artist. But when the man felt the needle’s sting, he shouted, “That hurts! What are you doing?” “The lion’s tail,” said the artist. “Well, leave out the tail.” The artist resumed his work, and the man screamed again. “What’s that?” “The legs.” “Leave them out.” And so it went on: no tail, no legs, no belly, no mane. No lion. “You’re not ready for a lion,” the artist scoffed, and he drove the man from his shop.