…There’s an old Sufi tale of Nasruddin, the wise fool, sipping tea in a cafe with a friend. Their conversation turned to love.
“How come you never got married, Nasruddin?” asked his friend.
“Well” replied Nasruddin, “to tell you the truth,I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo, I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, with eyes like dark olives, but she was unkind.
Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no interests in common.
One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing. Then one day I met her. She was beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had everything in common. In fact, she was perfect”
“Well” said Nasrudin’s friend, “What happened? why didn’t you marry her?”
Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively. “Well,” he replied,”It’s a sad thing. Seems like she was looking for the perfect man.”
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