A Sufi Story
Nasrudin met an old friend whom he had not seen for twenty years. They
sat together in the cafe and talked over old times.
“Did you ever get married, Nasrudin?” asked the friend.
“No, I’m afraid I didn’t.”
“Why not? I’ve been married many years, and I’ve never regretted it.”
“Well,” said Nasrudin, “I was always looking for the perfect woman. I
wanted my wife to be beautiful, intelligent, and sensible.”
“And you never found her?”
“I thought I had, when I was twenty. Her name was Ablah. She was
beautiful, just the kind of woman I like, but I’m afraid she wasn’t very
intelligent, and her language was atrocious! I was embarrassed to be with her!
She certainly wasn’t the perfect woman.”
“Was she your girlfriend?”
“No. When I was twenty-five I met a woman called Bahira. She was good
looking and intelligent, but she wasn’t very sensible. She spent all my money
on frivolous things, and she couldn’t even boil an egg! She wasn’t the perfect
woman either.”
“Were there anymore?”
“Only one. At thirty I met Haddiyah, and she was truly a gift from God!
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and the most intelligent.
What’s more she was prudent and sensible, a good cook, and a brilliant
conversationalist.”
“She sounds like the perfect woman you were looking for!”
“She was the perfect woman I was looking for.”
“Then why didn’t you marry her?”
“Unfortunately, she was looking for the perfect man!”
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