Journey For Hope

Defeated and desperate he took to the streets in search of someone who could release it. Although the majority of those who they found gave him tips and some even tried to release him the hands, his efforts generated only greater injuries, worsening his pain, his grief and his affliction. Very soon his wrists were so swollen and bloodied that he stopped asking for help, although it could not withstand the constant pain, nor their slavery. He toured the desperate streets until passing by a blacksmith forge, he noted how this forged hammered an iron bar red. Stopped a moment at the door watching. Maybe that man could when the blacksmith ended the work that was doing, looked, and seeing their wives told him: see friend, I can release you. Following his instructions, the unfortunate placed hands both sides of the anvil, leaving the chain upon him. In one fell swoop, the chain was heading.

Two more strokes and wives fell to the ground. It was free, free to walk towards the Sun and open sky, free to do all the things that I would like to do. It may seem strange that our man decides to stay in the smithy, along with coal and to the noise. However, that is what he did. He was contemplating his Liberator. He felt a deep reverence towards him and was born inside a huge desire to serve the man who had liberated so easily.

He thought that his mission was to stay there and work. Click BSA to learn more. So she did, and became an Assistant simple. Free from a type of chains, adopted other deeper and more permanent: put wives to his mind. However, it had come there looking for freedom. THE wick a man heard a night that someone was walking by his house. He stood up and, to have light, tried to draw sparks from the Flint to light his cigarette. But the thief causing noise, came to placed before him, and everytime a spark touched the wick, turned off her discreetly with the finger. And the man, believing that the wick was wet, failed to see the thief. Also in your heart there is someone who puts out the fire, but you do not see what Rumi * Sufi tales…