Translation: Makbule E. Dündar

After practising, man were leaving mosque by one by. One of the beggar put his handkerchief on the steps and people were giving some money to him. Junayd Bagdadi did not want to give money and his inner voice bagan to speak: What kind of man he is! Shame on him! He is healthy but he is begging, it is not right and it is even sin !!!

He went his home and he practised evening pray an deven he did more praying and he went to bed. He dreamed...

In his dream, one man walked in to his room and served food on thay.

- Come on Junayd, eat!

It was terribly smelling and there was no possibility for him to eat! And he said :

It is not eatable!!! How can I eat it ?

Ok, I agree with you, it is not eatable but just today you ate! You passed in front of beggar and you made kind of gossip, it was calumny! If you could eat it, we thought that you can eat this now as well.

Junayd Bagdadi realised his mistake and he runned mosque early in the morning and he saw beggar with his handkerchief and he bagan to spoke.

Did you like what you did? I did not make gossip, I did not tell it anybody but I just thought, thats all...

Beggar replied :

-Everybody except you could think this but not you, you are a real muslim it hurted me even you just thought about it... Until morning I could not sleep.

This time Junayd spoke:

Well, what could I think ? You are healthy and you are begging. It is against Islam, isn't it ?

Beggar:

-You could ask and try to learn why I was begging, you should not be prejudiced...

- So, can you tell me your secret ?

- Of course I can, I was like a slave of my pride and I want to be emberassed to my pride! I'm trying to destroy it! So when people are giving money to me, I feel shame. I give all money to the people who need money and it is my story... I'm just educating my pride...

 

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