Flirting with humility
Truly, to practice humility you need a certain well-being. This reminds me of a story:
One Friday afternoon, at the mosque, Nasrudin felt suddenly hit by modesty and depression for this life, so short, in a world so endless. He fell down on his knees, lifted his arms and cried out:
“Oh, Everlasting One! I’m nothing! I’m nothing!”
The Imam looked at him, saw that this was good and knelt down exclaiming in his turn:
“I’m nothing! I’m nothing!
A beggar in dregs was so impressed he threw himself down too, tears in his eyes:
“I’m nothing! Nothing!”
At this the Imam turned to Nasrudin and sneered:
“Look who thinks he’s nothing now!”
One Friday afternoon, at the mosque, Nasrudin felt suddenly hit by modesty and depression for this life, so short, in a world so endless. He fell down on his knees, lifted his arms and cried out:
“Oh, Everlasting One! I’m nothing! I’m nothing!”
The Imam looked at him, saw that this was good and knelt down exclaiming in his turn:
“I’m nothing! I’m nothing!
A beggar in dregs was so impressed he threw himself down too, tears in his eyes:
“I’m nothing! Nothing!”
At this the Imam turned to Nasrudin and sneered:
“Look who thinks he’s nothing now!”
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