Knower of God

In the tranquility of darkness, with the fear of a sudden wind, the moon hid behind the black curtain that floats under a hidden roof without pillars, which purifies the light of a distant lamp. Than God squeezed some pure water from the black curtain and bestowed it over his best creation, which was parked under a tree. That creation was he who had left the enjoyment of his initial life and rested under the tree that bowed to God when the wind kissed it.

The horizon of east was pink like a dress of a lassie; the horizon of the west was gray like a silver ring and the horizons of north and south were blue like a sea, when the rays of that distant lamp penetrated through his eyelid and that drop of water slid from the leaf on his lips. His eyelids opened peacefully and slowly when his blurred vision saw that bird chirping on a tree beside him, the bird who brought a loving smile on his eye-pleasing face and peaceful feeling in his soul.

He then calmly stood up to his full height and sauntered himself to a nearby pond, filled with pure water squeezed from that curtain by God and laved his face and his short beard.


He then went to a nearby town and watched -with grieve- those worshiping idols and watched –with a smile- those bowing their souls with tears in front of thy lord. The peace of the town was over-taken by the agitation of drum and dancers. A well-known artist came to him and said, “Oh dear bloke, you are a peace lover, you can’t live here”, he replied, “Ah yes, but oh friend, peace lives in the soul of the peace lover”. The artist smiled and went away. Than this peace lover passed by a wise old man who sat on the grimy path and called him to himself and asked him to sit beside him. The old man said, “Oh Lad, I can smell peace from your soul, but sadly I can’t see your peaceful face with my blurred vision. Take me with you to those mountains where you prostrate in front of thy Lord after watching his vast creation by lifting your head up. But oh Lad, your loneliness teaches you too much, so go alone and ask thy lord that I am waiting for the hereafter desperately”. The peace-lover replied with soft voice and a tear in his eye, “Oh kin, that day is near when thy lord will fulfill his promise of peace and paradise to those who doth right”. He got up and walked to a shade-giving tree and sat under it. An idolater came and said, “Oh stranger, your eyes are singing in the peace that lives in you as your tongue rests in that peace. Come, let me take you to a room full of peace”. He replied, “Oh man, peace is not the meaning of quietness, peace comes from the stillness of the time, peace emits from the beauty of flower in light and from the light of stars and moon in darkness”.

At the time of that battle between day and night, he rod himself on a dazzling horse to the mountain tops. The battle was won by night and it brought the shining beads and a light-reflecting sphere in the vastness of the dark sky. He sat down in tranquility and watched the heavens with an eye deep inside his heart and felt peace and the kisses of breeze from the depths of his heart. He prostrated in front of thy Lord and laughed and cried while he expressed his gratitude to his creator, and than went to a sleep on that sweet smelling grass. . Before that lamp could lit the dark with light, his eyes opened and suddenly he perceived the dazzling light reflecting sphere -the moon- sinking in the horizon of west. To this, with tears in his eyes and sorrow in his heart, he articulated:

Oh Moon, Don’t leave me alone and disappear in the horizon,
Oh Moon; I regret the time, which I missed when you were
there shining peace on my soul,
Oh Moon, I miss you from the depths of my heart that tears
overflow from my eyes,
Oh Moon, I anticipate to see you in the darkness lit by your
peaceful light.


So it happened that the lamp lit the darkness with light and made the birds sing and victual the trees. So he got up and went to the town to earn his living by caring the plants of beholders. Than, Naturally he went to rest under that shade-giving tree after his vocation………… ...