SHE
SHOWED HIM THE WAY
Khaliqur
Rahman
Years
and years ago, says Maulana Rumi, there lived a God-fearing couple. They were a
model of love for each other. She loved and respected him. He reciprocated. As
best as they could; she served him and he looked after her. They prayed and
worshipped God to the best of their capabilities. For livelihood, he had a
small business and she, a household.
Life
passed on thus.
Three
decades later, she noticed that his business had finally shrunk next to naught
and he was devoting more and more of his business hours to praying and thus
trying to make up in terms of devotion and blessings for what he was losing in
business in terms of money and time.
Soon
there came a time when they had nothing to eat! Just as their clothes, worn out
and threadbare, somehow hung on to the frail frames of their bodies, the waft
and woof of piety and courage, patience and dignity held on to the tenuous
fabric of their unflinching devotion. She never complained. He never lost
composure.
For
days and nights, he wouldn’t come out of his room. For days and nights, she would
wait for him to come out. Perhaps then, she would sit with him and, perhaps,
persuade him to do something himself rather than wait for God to do something
for them.
Lo, and behold! He
comes out. He holds her in his arms and they give each other a long helpless
hug. (To give, they had nothing else!) Then he digs his eyes deep into her stony
gaze and they lose each other as if in a trance.
He
realised he was responsible for this miserable state. She consoled him giving
him an assurance that she would never complain against him, even before God on
the Day of Judgement. At the same time, she suggested he should do
something because they did need
food to survive and clothes to cover their bodies.
‘But
what can I do?’ he bemoaned helplessly.
She
said, “Take a little gift to the kind-hearted king, whose great palace stands
in grandeur by the river that has never
dried. Offer your humble gift to him and ask him for favour: a job to live by.”
‘But
what will I take for the gift?’ he spouted in complete bewilderment. “I know!
We’ve got nothing at all. But listen, we do have a pitcher somewhere at the
back. We’ll put it out in the open, under the sky, for rain water to collect.
When it is full, you’ll put it on your head and take it to the kind king.
You’ll go there with all humility and offer this humblest of the humble little
gifts to the kindest of the kind kings. Mark my words and say them in the
humblest possible manner to the great king. I’m sure he’ll reward you well.”
He
took the pitcher full of rain water to the palace. When he entered the king’s
court with this pitcher on his head, the people threw disconcerting looks and chuckled.
Suffering this ignominy stoically, he moved humbly ahead towards the king,
remembering the words of his wife. Appearing before the king, he offered his
gift following every word she had said.
The
king accepted the gift majestically. Not only that, he rewarded him with silver
and gold and a job in the court!
On
his return, his wife said,” Your prayers to God are like your gift of ordinary
rain water to the king whose palace stands on the bank of the river in which
the water never dries”. He was enlightened.
She
showed him the way!