I remember that in my childhood, I was devout, waking up at night, and passionate about asceticism and abstinence.
One night, I was sitting with my father, may God’s mercy be upon him, and I had not closed my eyes all night, holding the precious Quran by my side, while a group of people around us were asleep.
I said to my father, “None of these people lift their heads to perform even two units of prayer. They are so deep in the sleep of heedlessness that it seems as if they are not asleep but dead.”
He said, “My dear son, it would have been better if you had slept too, rather than falling into the fault-finding of others.”
The claimant sees nothing but himself
For he has the veil of illusion before his eyes
If they grant you the eye of God
You will see no one more helpless than yourself.
