Story of a squashhead Dervish
BismillahirRahmanirRahim
Holy Prophet (asws) is saying that Allah swt says, “I will declare war on those who touch the ones that I love.” The Waliullah. The Friends of Allah.
He (swt) says, “I will declare war on that person.”
If a man sits down and thinks just a little bit, “What is the meaning of Allah’s declaring war on me?”
Uff! Your declaring war to Allah is not the same as Allah’s declaring war on you. A little kid may say to a wrestler, “I am declaring war to you.” The wrestler is not going to take him or his words in counting. A weak man may say, “I am declaring war,” or a weak nation may say, “I am declaring war,” to a great powerful nation. That great powerful nation will say, “I am not taking you in counting. You can say as much you want, I am not moving my finger. You can declare war.” But if that great nation says, “I am declaring war on you,” what’s going to happen to that little one?
This is not even a close example of what we are saying. Allah swt is saying, “Anyone who touches those whom I love, I declare war on them.”
By His declaring war, their lives are crumbling twenty-four hours a day but they are still not understanding. So it’s not too intelligent to touch the ones that Allah loves.
If you don’t know who those are, (Sheykh Efendi pointing to a picture of Mevlana Sheykh Nazim on the wall), there’s one standing over there. He is always smiling; but anyone who touches that one, Allah is declaring war on those people.
If they touch anyone who is holding on tightly to that one, war is still coming to those because he is representing that holy one.
There was a dervish who went to a barber. He took off his turban and said, “Shave my head.” So the barber started putting the soap and shaving the head.
When half was done and the other half still had lots of soap on it, another person came into the barbershop. He looked very strong, a tough and rough guy. He came next to the chair, knocked on the bald head of the dervish saying, “Hey squashhead, get up from here. He has to fix my hair first.”
The barber was a small guy. So he couldn’t fight or say anything. The dervish was also a pretty heavy guy but he was humble. So he looked at him and said, “As you like your majesty.”
He got up and he sat on the other chair, half of his head with soap on it and half of it clean. The other one was wearing nice clothes. It looked like he is a very wealthy one. He was saying, “Cut my hair like this, do this, do that,” and the barber was doing it but he wasn’t liking what he did to the dervish.
After he finished, the big burly man gave the barber the money with pride and he was passing next to the door where the squashhead was sitting and waiting. He came to him, knocking on his bald head again on the side that was shaved, and said, “Squashhead, you are very smart that you got up from that chair. If you would’ve said, ‘I wouldn’t,’ then I would’ve broken this squashhead of yours.”
He said, “Yes, your majesty. I know you would have. I have no business (pending). I am a dervish. I can wait. You must be very busy, rushing, going somewhere. So I gave you the chair.”
That one didn’t understand so much. So he went out, sat on his horse, started going top-speed. Inside the shop the barber blew up at the dervish saying, “What kind of an idiot are you! He cursed at you first, you got up from your chair, you gave your right to him, then he says this to you and you say, ‘Yes, your majesty?’ You look strong like him but what a coward you are!”
He said, “Nah, I am not rushing. I am not going anywhere. I am a dervish. I am waiting for my time to go out from this world. The man must be rushing.”
The barber said, “What do you mean?”
He said, “I don’t know. We will see.”
While they were talking the horse circled around, came in front of the barbershop again. The man had fallen down from the horse. His feet got locked in the stirrup and the horse dragged him around the whole town; and the head that the barber fixed so nicely is now smashed. He came in front of the barbershop and he got released. It was Divine order. So that one fell right in front of the barbershop.
The barber ran out, everyone ran out and the dervish was sitting nice and comfortable, not looking.
The barber looked and exclaimed, “This is the man that was just here earlier!”
The barber understood, he looked at the dervish and said, “You are something else. You put a curse on him.”
The dervish said, “Don’t get me upset now. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t put any curse on him. But didn’t you see? The Owner of this squashhead didn’t like what that one did to this squashhead. He is the one who punished him, not me. Don’t put the blame on me.”
Wa min Allahu taufiq
Bihurmatil Habib, Bihurmatil Fatiha.
Bihurmatil Habib, Bihurmatil Fatiha.
Sohbet by Sheykh Abd Kerim Effendi Hz
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