Another rule said,
Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be farsighted enough to
trust the end result of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn and see the
rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be so shortsighted as to not be able to
see the outcome. The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the
crescent moon to become full.
When in autumn the copper bell rang for the third time, I walked in unhurriedly and confidently, trusting
that now things would finally be settled. The master looked paler and weaker than ever, as if he had no
more energy left in him. Nevertheless, when he saw me raise my hand again, he neither looked away nor
dropped the subject. Instead he gave me a determined nod.
“All right, Shams, there is no question you are the one who should embark on this journey. Tomorrow
morning you’ll be on your way,
inshallah
.”
I kissed the master’s hand. At long last I was going to meet my companion.
Baba Zaman smiled
at me warmly and thoughtfully, the way a father smiles at his only son before
sending him to the battlefield. He then took out a sealed letter from inside his long khaki robe and, after
handing it to me, silently left the room. Everyone else followed suit. Alone in the room, I broke the wax
seal. Inside, there were two pieces of information written in graceful handwriting. The name of the city
and the scholar. Apparently I was going to Konya to meet a certain Rumi.
My heart skipped a beat. I had never heard his name before. He could be
a famous scholar for all I
knew, but to me he was a complete mystery. One by one, I said the letters of his name: the powerful, lucid
R; the velvety
U; the intrepid and self-confident
M; and the mysterious
I, yet to be solved.
Bringing the letters together, I repeated his name over and over again
until the word melted on my
tongue with the sweetness of candy and became as familiar as “water,” “bread,” or “milk.”