On a bone-chilling night, under a cloak of wind that howled through the Dervish's quarters, a young seeker of truth found himself slipping into a deep sleep. In his dreams, he was transported to a gathering of revered Sufi masters, their wisdom as boundless as the night was long. Seizing the opportunity, he humbly sought their guidance, yearning to lead a life of grace without sowing ill will.
The wise masters shared a tantalizing secret with him. They spoke of a mountain hidden deep within a forest, brimming with trees that bore fruit so sweet and plentiful that one could live there forever, never lacking a thing. The fruits, they said, not only nourished but also granted an aura of enchantment, gifting the speaker with a captivating voice that drew admiration.
When he awoke, the young dervish set off eagerly to find this magical mountain. To his amazement, he stumbled upon it sooner than he’d dared to hope. The trees stood tall, their branches heavy with ripe, luscious fruit that fell effortlessly into his hands. After tasting the first bite, he felt a remarkable change come over him: his words now flowed like honey, weaving spells of fascination over anyone who listened. His heart was full, knowing he’d found a life free of struggle or worry.
One quiet afternoon, as he leaned over a stream to wash, he felt something small and metallic sewn into the hem of his coat—a forgotten stash of two silver coins from his past life. Just then, he noticed an elderly man trudging along the path, bent under the weight of an enormous stack of firewood. The dervish thought kindly, “I no longer need these coins. Perhaps this poor soul could use them.”
But before he could voice his offer, the old man—his eyes sharp and intense—approached him with unexpected swiftness. Without a word, the man threw down his load of firewood at the dervish’s feet, his gaze piercing, as if seeing through the young man’s thoughts. With a calm yet powerful presence, he raised his arms to the heavens, murmuring words in a voice that resonated like thunder.
“Almighty One, only You know the worth of those devoted to You. Show us Your miracle: transform this humble wood into pure gold.”
Before the dervish's astonished eyes, the firewood glowed, shifting from ordinary timber to radiant gold. Struck silent, he watched as the elder nodded, then lifted his arms once more.
“Dear God, for the sake of simplicity, let it be as it was.”
In an instant, the gold reverted to wood, rough and unspectacular. The elder man, with a wry smile, hoisted his load and continued down the path without another word. Left humbled, the young dervish grasped the lesson he’d just received. He realized how deeply he had misjudged the dignity of a humble life and the worth of one’s own honest work.
Lessons for the Corporate World
Don’t Underestimate the Value of Hard Work
The elder’s simple yet resolute way of carrying his load speaks to the strength in choosing a life of genuine effort over shortcuts. In our workplaces, we often overlook steady work in favor of quick wins, but true fulfillment and respect come from what we build ourselves, step by step.Judge Others Not by Appearances but by Character
The young dervish saw only a burdened old man at first, not realizing the strength and wisdom he carried. In professional life, it’s tempting to judge others based on surface impressions—titles, looks, or perceived success—yet the real value often lies within those who quietly excel without needing to boast.Beware of Pride Masking as Generosity
The dervish's gesture to offer alms, though well-intentioned, was tinged with a subtle sense of superiority. In the corporate world, it’s essential to ensure that our helpfulness is genuine, not a cover for our own self-importance. True humility means valuing others as equals and recognizing their contributions as meaningful and worthy.
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