|Mathnavi Maulvi Ma'nvi
to himself: with these deaf ears how I would understand what that young man has
to tell me, especially when he is sick and his voice must have grown weak, too.
But then he thought: No, I must go to enquire after him; no excuse is justified.
When he’ll move his lips, I’ll guess what he’s trying to say. A sick man has to talk
about his illness, medication or doctor, what else? He starts presuming his
conversation with the patient he was going to visit. Ok! When I’ll ask oh my sick
friend how are you feeling now? He’ll answer: I’m fine or I’m happy as He keeps
me. I’ll say: Thanks God! What have you taken for a meal? He’ll answer: I’ve taken
some juice or soup. I’ll say: Well! You’ve made the most appropriate of choices.
Who is your Doctor? He’ll tell me the name of the doctor. I’ll add: Again it shows
you wisdom; his very name brings the nice tiding and he himself indeed shall do
you the good. I’ve personally tasted his expertise. He has definitely got solution
to your problem. Wherever he goes, he relieves people of their misfortune. He
revised all of conversation again in his heart and reached the sick person.
|The Deaf and the Sick
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patient. The deaf reached the patient and caressing affectionately on his
forehead, he enquired:
"How are you my dear friend? "
The sick replied: “near to death”.
The deaf said: “Thanks God! What a surprise?
The patient’s heart was full of woe and wrath against the deaf.
The sick remarked: “What should I thank for? I see enemies approaching
The deaf again made a wild guess and missed the shot.
He asked: “What have you been taking for meals?”
The sick replied: “The poison”.
The deaf exclaimed: “Blessed be you! What a nice choice!”
The patient was almost shocked with anger and disbelief.
Then the deaf asked: “Who is your doctor?”
The sick retorted: “The Angel of death. Ezrael is approaching, so you must
The deaf exclaimed: “Oh really! What a delight is his coming! You must be
extremely satisfied. I had just talked to him before coming here. I’ve also
requested him to take extremely good care of you.”
Saying this deaf leaves, saying “bye”, “take care”, “get well soon”. He
must have sat longer to look after him but he’s an important piece of work at
hand and can’t delay it any longer.
after his sick neighbor. He was however, completely unaware of this sad truth that he has badly
outraged his sick neighbor. He was immersed in an aura of pleasantness about himself thinking of
himself as great benefactor and an extremely benevolent person. It’s sarcastic that he’s been
attaching value to something which was a total disaster.
The patient was thinking that the deaf was indeed his vilest enemy. He would have never imagined
that he could be so cruel. The patient’s heart had gathered a hundred bad feelings about him; he
wanted to pay him back in the same measure. His situation worsened and he was feeling more sick
and nauseating due to anger. He had desperately wanted to vomit it out.
Whenever we are angry we immediately want to discharge it and relieve ourselves of the pain and
torment we feel within ourselves. Being outrageous we may displace it on the innocent ones and
repent later but anger seeks immediate catharsis.