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---Short Islamic Stories: Be a Lake---
Author: Md.Rajwanul kabir
December 22, 2010
The old Master instructed the unhappy young
man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water
and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the
Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice.
The Master chuckled and then asked the young
man to take another handful of salt and put it in
the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby
lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful
of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink
from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's
chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?"
"Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste
the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young
man.
The Master sat beside this troubled young man,
took his hands, and said, "The pain of life is pure
salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life
remains the same, exactly the same. But the
amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the
container we put it into. So when you are in pain,
the only thing you can do is to enlarge your
sense of things..... Stop being a glass. Become a
lake!"
man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water
and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the
Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice.
The Master chuckled and then asked the young
man to take another handful of salt and put it in
the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby
lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful
of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink
from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's
chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?"
"Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste
the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young
man.
The Master sat beside this troubled young man,
took his hands, and said, "The pain of life is pure
salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life
remains the same, exactly the same. But the
amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the
container we put it into. So when you are in pain,
the only thing you can do is to enlarge your
sense of things..... Stop being a glass. Become a
lake!"
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