A Sufi, a traveler on the way of truth, endured a period of severe trials for years and served his sheikh and otheres, but the time for rain from the cloud of hope hadn’t yet arrived.

Until the apportioned time arrives, you can’t benefit from the closeness of friends!

After the das of old age and despair had come, one day when he had been visiting the graveyard, he remembered his past hopes and he wept. He put a brick unde rhis head and fell asleep. Within that sleeper his work was completed and that for which he longed was attained. When he awoke, immediately he stood up and began to kiss the brick. He embraced it, and wherever he went he always kept it with him. If someone praised him, he told him to praise the brick first, or if someone offer their hand to him, he would tell them to give the brick first. They asked him, “Why dont you leave ot aside; why do you keep it with you all the time?”

He aswered, “It will also come with me to the grave. I had lost something – for thirty years I had been hopeless and waiting despair. Hundreds of thousands of times I had thrashed about in this uncertainty. one day I put my head upon this brick and found what I had been looking for.”